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“I am afraid, too.” That is not what I expected him to say. “Why are you afraid?” “The same reasons you are, I imagine. I worry you will hate me and we will struggle again. I worry about the kit we will make. I worry if anything happens to it, it will destroy what we have again.” He kisses my cheek. “But I do know that I am more afraid of not trying.”

“Why a follow-up?” “Because my safety is important,” she tells me. “They’re going to make sure you’re not abusing me, that’s all.” Leilani gives me a pert look. “The moment you lay a finger on me, I’m poisoning your food, just so you know.” I chuckle. “What if it’s a good finger?” I flirt. “And you want it laid on you?”

“You make me feel like I’m someone, Piper. I’m addicted to that.” “You are someone,” I say, leaning in close. I want him to kiss me so badly that I’m aching. “You’re the kindest man I’ve ever met.” “The kindest.” He snorts even as he teases my folds, working my body like a musical instrument. “You’re going to ruin my reputation.”

“I don’t want you to stay because you feel sorry for me. I don’t want you to feel like I’ve trapped you here.” “I’m not staying out of a sense of responsibility. Kef me, woman. I do feel responsible, but that’s not why I’m staying. I’m staying because I want to be with you. Because you deserve a home and I want to be the one to give it to you. Because you look at me like I created the stars instead of the nobody station trash that I am.”

“I’m afraid I might have to kill you.” He stiffens for a moment, and then a soft, wheezing sound escapes him, almost like a kittenish sneeze. It takes me a moment to realize that this is the praxiian version of laughing. He’s laughing at me. Well now I really want to kill him. “What’s so fucking funny?” “You can’t kill me. You can’t even look me in the eye right now. You keep staring at my cock.” “That’s because it’s staring right back!”

“My owner was given a very showy plant and a ribbon, and he gave the plant to me because he thought it smelled bad. I kept it for many years until it died, giving it a portion of my water rations, and it was the only greenery I saw. I told myself if I ever got free, I would surround myself with living things so I would see them everywhere I turned.”

“My first instinct is always to protect you, but I am trying hard. I want to include you in everything. You are my mate." Nassakth lightly presses a kiss to my mouth, landing on my upper lip. "The reason I greet the sunrise with joy." Another kiss. "The reason I smile." Another kiss, this one on my chin. "And the reason I eat bread, even when the texture is disgusting." "Okay now," I chuckle. "I get it. No more bread." "Oh, I will eat bread if it makes you smile.”

“Did you really think I would leave you behind?" "I wasn't sure," she stammers, holding on to me. Her gaze searches my face, worried. "I thought maybe I pushed you into it, because I love you and I want what's best for you, but when the ship started to take off, I realized I'm selfish." She tugs hard on my tunic, pulling me down a little more until our noses are practically touching. "I want to keep you. You're mine.”

“Everything is different with you.” “I am glad.” She lays her head on my shoulder again, and her mouth curves into a little smile. “It is the same with me. I have not felt like anyone was safe before you.” “Even if I brought you here?” “Even if,” she agrees. Her fingers move to my jaw, and she touches me in a light caress, her fingertips stroking over my skin. “I have you, and I have the stars. I’m safe. I don’t need more than that.”

“It is a long journey with many cold nights ahead.” “Wouldn’t you just love that.” “I would, yes.” He grins at me. “I’d rather freeze, thank you.” “Would you? I should like to think I could have you in my arms before we return to the tribe.” My face feels like it’s burning with humiliation. “That will never happen.” “That sounds like a challenge.” “Or common sense.”

“I can’t stop the gasp that escapes me. “If you are going to mate, mate quietly,” Harrec calls out in a sleepy voice from across the cave. “Rukhar is trying to sleep.” Kate shushes him, and someone—Gail? Elly?—giggles. I pull away from Warrek’s mouth and bury my face against his neck in embarrassment. Oh my god. That’s totally my fault—I was loud. I’m not sure I know how to be quiet. “Sorry,” I whisper to Warrek. “No apologies. I was impatient. We will wait for privacy.” He gives me one more quick kiss and then presses his mouth to my forehead. “Sleep now.” “Yeah,” Kate says, giggling. “Sleep now.”

“We risked a lot to come here.” I think of the sucker wounds on his chest and the scratches that cover his body, and shudder. “I will always come back for you, my Llo. I will never leave your side.” I squeeze against him tighter, holding him closer. “I love you. I love you so much.” “Thank you, my mate.” It’s not the answer I expect from a declaration of love, and I look up at him in surprise. “Er, thank you?” “For giving my tribe new life. Here on this shore, and”—he touches my belly—“here, L’ren.” Okay, now I’m going to cry again.”

“Who sings next?” someone asks. “I will,” Megan says, standing up. She clears her throat dramatically and puts a hand out in front of her like an opera singer. “Me me me me me,” she sings, warming up. People giggle at her theatrics. Her mate Cashol nods. “It is a simple song, but I like it. The words are easy to remember.”

“Oh, come on. It’s just a braid. If you hate it, you can take it out. And I’ve done lots of guy hair before.” He grins. “Very well, but if it looks ridiculous, you must remember so we can tell my Claire all about it.” I chuckle at that unexpected response. “I’ll do you one better. If it looks completely silly, I’ll recreate it when we get home so Claire can have a good laugh.” His face lights up at the thought of making his mate smile”

“Bitch, please. You try and run in snowshoes.” She gives an adorably indignant snort. “Then we can talk about who’s sweating and who’s not.” “This bitch will be happy to take you for a bath, then.” A startled giggle bursts out of her, and my sac tightens in response. I am filled with longing for her. “Oh my god, that’s so cute. You called yourself bitch.” “Should I not? You called me bitch.” I move to the front of the cave to grab a bowlful of snow to toss onto the fire. “Bitch is insulting, but lovingly so.” Brooke chuckles. “Humans have strange language.” I ignore the way my heart hammers at her description. Lovingly so. “Drink your tea fast, then, bitch.” “Oh boy. No, you can’t use it like that.”

“You should have stayed with your sister.” “Why? She doesn’t need me.” I tilt my head, studying him. “You don’t need me, either, not really. I’m not going to lie—I’m probably going to be shitty company on this trip. I’m going to be slow as molasses, and I’m not very strong. But you do need a friend…and I can be that for you.” He covers the hands I have on his cheeks with his own, and then lifts my hands to kiss each palm. “Are we just friends, Mah-dee? You know you have my heart.”

“What did you see in me?” “You just…looked like you needed a friend. And I did, too.” She puts her hands over mine. “No, it’s more than that. I needed to connect to someone. I felt alone, and lonely, and I felt like…well, that you would understand. That you would know how it felt to be surrounded by people and still feel adrift.”

“My mate,” I tell her softly. “What would I do without you?” Her eyes go wide. “Your mate?” “You have been since the day you claimed me.” I stroke my thumb over her soft, strange, pink mouth. “There is no other for me. There never has been.” “Not even my sister?” Her voice catches. I snort. “Your sister is my greatest mistake. I do not think I have ever even liked her.”

“I drop to my knees and press my head to her teats, listening. Hoping. “Oh,” she breathes, just as her chest begins to resonate. “Oh. I think…I think the ground isn’t shaking. I think it’s me.” “And me,” I tell her, utter joy racing through me. I hold her tightly, burying my face against her as I listen to her khui begin its song. It is singing to me. And I am singing back.”

“I do not remember. I have said this.” “Or…the time you shared your mate with me? In the furs?” I growl low and stop in my tracks, sudden fury sweeping over me. Harrec stops, too. He raises his hands into the air, grinning. “It is a joke, friend. Merely a joke. I was testing you.” “It is not funny.” Another hunter walks up and gives Harrec a push on the shoulders, indicating he should walk. It is Bek. “Your jokes are as poor as your hunting skills.”

“There is no one here but you and me. I shall never tell another if you decide I am not manly enough for you.” Kate giggles, and the sound is sweet to my ears. “Thank goodness. I was so worried about that,” she teases, and when I clutch my chest as if wounded, her laughter escalates. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re ever serious, Harrec.” “Only when I must,” I admit with a grin. “But I am very serious about how much I like you.”

“And you are safe and loved with me,” I promise her, rubbing her back. Kate looks up at me in surprise. “You love me?” “Always. Have you not guessed?” For some reason, she looks indignant. “I shouldn’t have to guess! A girl likes to hear this sort of thing!” I grin and cup her pink cheeks, feeling more like myself. “I loved you the moment you appeared and stood over the others like a she-mountain.” Kate makes an outraged noise but then ruins it by laughing a moment later. “You are the worst with compliments, you know that?” “Ah, but they all make you smile.” “Yeah, my standards are pretty low, it seems.”

“(...) You would be strutting about, waving your cock as if it is the most clever of creatures for spawning a kit in a female, just like those two do.” He waves a hand at Cashol and Zolaya. I snort. “You did the same when your Mah-dee resonated to you.” “I did,” he agrees, good-naturedly. “I was so proud of my cock you would think it had dragged on the ground because of its size.” Rokan just chuckles. “Now there is an image I will have in my nightmares.”