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imagine my sheehar lent me speed.”
    Auron swung his leg forward then dropped onto the ground.
“Yes. And no guesses for why you wanted to bring her home so fast.”
    Trasean pulled free from the stirrups and placed his feet on
the long-furred seat, forearms resting on his bent knees. His biceps bulged,
the suns glinting on his black hair. “We’ll get our own intended soon enough. I
feel it in my heart.”
    Feel it in his cock, more like, Eden thought furiously. Her
sacrifice would not have been for nothing. She wouldn’t let her sister be put
through the same ordeal.
    Ordeal?
    She ignored the mocking inner voice. Her chin lifted. She
knew Aline like none other. Her sister’s carefree spirit would be crushed under
the demands of the two carnal aliens, her joy for life withered on the barren
planet.
    Genesis disembarked in much the same fashion as Auron. He
turned to her then and held out his arms, gesturing that she jump.
    She didn’t hesitate this once to do as he asked. Her feet
definitely weren’t equipped to deal with the tremendous heat of the baking-hot
sand. She leapt, grateful for the steady strength of Genesis’ clasp that
settled around her waist and drew her close.
    “Are you ready, Sheehar ?” he said into her ear.
    Another hot shiver ran through her body at the odd-sounding
name on his lips.
    Don’t lie! It’s the fact he’s about to make you a woman
that makes you burn!
    She managed a nod, feeling featherlight in his arms and as
though nothing and nobody could harm her.
    The mallakwats followed them as Genesis strode past
half a dozen smaller tents, which appeared to be of a similar fabric as her
dress and Genesis’ pants.
    “Tents?” she asked, nodding toward them.
    “Donyas,” he corrected, “easily moved if need be and
as long-lasting as one of your Earth homes.”
    As they approached a larger domed donya , she knew it
was Genesis’ dwelling right away by the bright red hanging shield that parted
to allow them entrance.
    At the doorway, he twisted around to face the doglike
animals before he uttered a few words in his lyrical language. The mallakwats trotted off obediently, evidently doing their guardian rounds.
    She frowned. How she wished she knew the language of Carèche .
Though she recognized some words from when her father had spoken it on
occasion, she knew very little and felt at a distinct disadvantage. She chewed
her inner cheek. Then again, if Genesis assumed she knew nothing of his
language, perhaps he’d be the one at a disadvantage?
    More lies?
    Genesis looked down at her, his expression watchful. “I
imagine your dad has spoken of our shields, and how they protect us from
intruders?”
    She felt the blood drain from her face and he smiled
reassurance at her undoubtedly chalk-white expression, explaining, “You have
nothing to fear. As my intended, the shields will recognize who you are.”
    Except I’m not your intended!
    “Okay.” Her heart pitter-pattered wildly. “Ah, what exactly
does the shield do to anyone who…intrudes?”
    His smile widened into a grin. And even with fear bubbling
just below the surface, she couldn’t help but be caught out by his stark
beauty.
    “Let’s just say an intruder wouldn’t be acting normally once
the sharp cells of toxin have entered his—or her—bloodstream.”
    She kept the shudders of relief all on the inside. At least
the red shield wasn’t fatal. She exhaled slowly. What she wouldn’t do now to
have listened more closely to her father’s comments about the hanging shields.
All she really knew for sure was that each color did a different deed.
    Genesis carried her inside his home, where cool air brushed
her heated skin. Withholding a relieved sigh, she stared. The donya mightn’t look all that big on the outside, but on the inside it was far more
spacious than his craft that’d brought them to Carèche .
    A crude table and chairs graced the center—for her? She knew
the aliens didn’t favor furniture the same way