a necessary step, wouldn’t you agree? Until we figure out how and why
the first contaminated individuals became infected, we can’t trust the fate of
thousands of citizens on the hope no one else has been exposed.”
“She’s an officer with a spotless record of service.”
“Yes, she is I understand. Congratulations, you must be quite proud of
her. But,” Ran paused, searching for the right thing to say, because he truly
was sympathetic, before continuing quietly, “but it does not make her
exempt from possible contamination. The virus could have come from
anywhere. It’s been substantiated it’s synthetically engineered, it’s fatal, and
no risks are being taken.”
“I could pull York’s personnel file but know nothing about Armada,
except his reputation as a talented engineer. He isn’t a solider.” The general
stated the words without inflection but the unspoken question was there.
Well, Ran supposed if his daughter was trapped on a distant planet
locked in with two S-species males, he’d also be damned concerned about
her welfare. “I know nothing about the pilot myself, but I can tell you
Armada is not only brilliant intellectually but he will treat your daughter
well.”
“You sound sure.”
“I know it to be a fact,” Ran said bluntly. “I traveled with Armada on a
diplomatic mission and we became good friends. I trust him.”
Thorne sighed. “She’s half-human,” he admitted, and added on a
murmur, “and very beautiful.”
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Not something either male would likely overlook, not for that length of
time.
Sometimes it was hell to be a father, Ran thought with silent sympathy.
* * * *
The warm water ran in streams over her skin and Aspen tilted her head
back, wetting her long hair, one hand braced on the wall of the washing
cubicle. The dried residue on her thighs was sticky and she rinsed it off,
amazed at the prodigious amount of sperm produced by S-species males.
Doing her duty hadn’t been quite as much of a sacrifice as she thought.
To her chagrin, it had turned out to be disturbingly wonderful.
All her life she’d been taught the merits of order and control. There had
been very little control in the way she’d responded to first Larik’s
lovemaking, and then succumbed to the impudent F-level pilot, no doubt
fueling his already formidable confidence. By the stars he’d even tasted her
pussy and she was pretty sure there wasn’t an inch of her he hadn’t touched.
They’d promised she would enjoy it and she had. Both males knew it.
Surely there were worse things in the universe than having two wildly
attractive, considerate lovers, wasn’t there? Of course there were, she told
herself with prosaic meditation, but the trouble was she had always
imagined her sexual life would be in tune with her emotional one. Maybe it
was her human side, but Trey was right, she did have a romantic ideal over
what she wanted when it came to choosing a mate. Physical desire was
important, of course, but she liked the notion of love. Her father had mated
with her mother for strict procreation purposes and after her birth, they had
gone their separate ways. Like most half-breeds, she had been given to her
father to raise because humans were considered inferior and given very few
rights. He had graciously allowed her to actually journey to earth and meet
her birth mother, but she knew many half-bred children not given that
opportunity.
In her opinion, both Larik Armada and Trey York typified their
dominant race. They were highly intelligent, confident, virile males.
Apparently they were her males for the next eight weeks.
Or rather, she thought with wry resignation, she was theirs. They had
each mated twice with her the night before and she had the feeling that
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however inexperienced she’d been before their arrival on Rapt One, by the
time the quarantine was over, she would have made up