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to two. Chiang couldn’t recall any female holding him captive with only her mouth, and yet the one in his arms was certainly doing so. When Boca quivered, he wrapped her closer, one of his hands weaving itself in her long, unbound hair as he let her torture him as thoroughly as she wished. When it hit, the vibration Boca had created tore through both of them simultaneously, bringing an abrupt halt to their tangled tongue kiss as they both called out with the pleasure. Chiang rocked against her to add to it, wishing with all that was in him that he could be within her. But he would not take what was not being offered.
    “I concede your victory. You have a very aggressive tongue, mea aprinsa putin razboinic ,” Chiang declared, stroking her back and falling back down on the bed with her now relaxed body draped over his still naked one. She was so small, he barely felt her weight on him.
    Boca smacked Chiang’s chest, irritated that he kept speaking words she could not understand. “Speak English,” she demanded. “Not Greggor.”
    Chiang laughed at her irritated tone. “I called you my fierce little warrior .”
    Mollified by his announcement, Boca lay down on top of Chiang’s large body, spreading her arms and legs around him, trying to cradle all of the giant male that she could. How she wished some of his great strength could be hers.
    “Let us hope I can live up to that description,” Boca said sincerely. “I do not feel so fierce right now.”
    “Since you have rarely known reciprocal bonding, I will explain its effects. Pleasure tires the body, but tomorrow you will feel stronger for having been thoroughly relaxed through the sleep cycle. To morally support you, I will come watch you toss the cocky ensigns on their arses,” Chiang said, rubbing her back, only to be stopped by the hygiene straps. “I hate these blasted things.”
    “So do I,” Boca admitted, too pleasantly tired to lie convincingly.
    “May I liberate you from them?” Chiang asked.
    “Do as you wish,” she conceded, feeling the straps ripped away in seconds and thrown as if they were of no substance at all.
    He was growling again, but it didn’t bother her as much when his hands covered the now completely naked skin with even more soothing strokes. It had been a long time, and she had forgotten how good it felt to be sated from pleasure. Then there was also the comfort of Chiang’s hands kneading her back and working their way lower, massaging her hips and helping her forget the pain of hitting the mat over and over that day. His touch was indeed a gift.
    “Your hands are full of healing,” Boca said sleepily. “This is a profound truth, Chiang of Greggor.”
    “Sleep,” Chiang ordered, frowning at her pronouncement, even though he was glad it was true tonight. “Healing is a choice I make each day. I was once a warrior too. Now rest.”
    “I was trying to give you a compliment. Cease your orders, Greggor, and never say again that I am more commanding than you,” Boca said, eyes drifting closed.
    She felt Chiang laughing as he gently rolled her off him and pulled the edge of the pillow down under her head. Shortly after, a light covering was tucked around her. It was impossible not to smile.
    “I am sufficiently soothed now,” she whispered, unable to keep the smile off her face or out of her voice. “Be at peace and go to sleep yourself.”
    Chiang’s answer was a kiss on the top of her head as he pulled her hair out from under the cover and laid it along the front of her until it reached her belly.
    Boca fell asleep to the soothing rhythm of Chiang stroking the front of her through her hair.
    And even though it no longer bothered her, the Greggor was growling.
    Tomorrow she would find a way to prove it to him.

Chapter 4
     
    “Can I sit in the co-pilot’s chair?” Malachi asked.
    “If you wish,” Dorian replied, thinking it was a good idea because he’d rather have the demon where he could keep an eye on him than