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Tal’nef crouches near me, offering his pack. “You can carry my supplies, and I will carry your female. I promise I will be as careful with her as if she were my own.”

I hate it. I hate it even though I know it is the wisest choice. I hold R’slind tightly for a moment longer, pressing her brow to mine. Letting her go is impossible. She is mine. She needs me. She…

She is resonating.

The faintest thrum has started in her chest. I clutch her to me with joy, my hand between her teats to confirm her song. Sure enough, her chest hums, the sound of it soft but growing stronger. I pull one eyelid back and there is a blue glow. A faint one, but it is there.

Elated, I get to my feet. I must get my mate to safety so she can be protected when she awakens. She will have so many questions. Knowing that she is getting better makes it easier to hand her over to Tal’nef. He cradles her in two of his arms, nodding at me, and then begins to climb the wall.

There is no choice left but to follow after them. We cannot stay here. I sling Tal’nef’s pack onto my shoulder, move to the vines, and grab a thick handful, pulling myself up after them. My khui’s song fills the cavern, and the joy in my heart is immeasurable.

Seventeen

ROSALIND

I sure am doing a lot of sleeping.

I yawn, rubbing my eyes as I come awake. Thank goodness I didn’t dream about screaming books that time. In fact, most of my dreams were downright salacious, and I’m tempted to go back to sleep and enjoy them a bit longer. I’m clearly in R’jaal’s arms, because he’s purring so hard against me that it’s shaking my body.

“How do you feel?” R’jaal asks, his voice a normal volume. “You have been sleeping for some time.”

How do I feel? A little horny, actually, after my dreams, but I don’t say that aloud. I slide my hand up to his neck and give him a little smile. “Not too bad. Where are we?”

“Traveling in yet another tunnel. Do you need for us to stop?”

Me? I’m the one that’s being carried. Why would I need that? I shift in his arms, turning so I can look around. We’re in another one of the dark tunnels, all right, and Set’nef and his brother are ahead of us. I can see them decently in the dark, which means there must be a lot of moss glowing somewhere.

And it’s warmer here. That’s a relief. I’m so tired of shivering my ass off.

“I’m fine. I can walk.”

He shakes his head. “I will keep carrying you.” His arm adjusts under one of my thighs. “You are not heavy.”

“Mmm, all right.” I should be fighting that, shouldn’t I? Be a strong, independent woman? But his hand is intoxicatingly close to my pussy, and I’m suddenly fantasizing about him sliding a hand between my thighs and fingering me while I’m being carried. The vision takes my breath away. Oh man, I like that idea way too much. I squeeze my thighs tightly together but that only increases the arousal I feel.

Leaning against R’jaal and his purring chest, I wonder if I could come just from his vibrations alone. He’s never purred so strongly that it shakes my tits, and the sensation makes my sensitive nipples scrape against the shitty, dirty tunic I’m wearing. I cup one of my breasts and gasp, because not only am I incredibly sensitive, it feels as if I’m purring, too.

I press my fingers against my cleavage, and I’m shocked. I am vibrating. What the hell is happening? “R’jaal?”

“Do you have need?” he asks immediately, stopping. “Are you aching?”

I moan, because why does that sound so filthy and decadent?

“You are,” he murmurs, voice husky. “Let me take care of you.”

Take care of me? God, my brain is going to some dark, slutty places right now because I’m positive his statement is innocent, just like I’m positive I’m not taking it that way. “Why am I vibrating?”

“It is normal,” he reassures me, setting me on my feet. “Wait here, my R’slind. I will tell Tal’nef and Set’nef that you need a moment.

I nod weakly, pressing against the cave wall. It’s smooth here—another lava tube—but the stone feels cool and inoffensive after the temperature extremes of the other cave tunnels. I watch as R’jaal moves ahead, and his cock is thick and erect as he strides forward. Fuck, that is sexy.

My hand slides between my thighs and I’m soaking wet. Okay, those dreams were potent. I can’t even remember what they were about, just that they were filthy. I close my eyes, trying to remember what led up to that.

A memory flashes through my head. The worm. Something about the worm. I passed out when it dug into my arm—I remember now. Whimpering, I lift my arm and look for the cut that R’jaal sliced into my arm to allow it inside me. I don’t see anything. There’s no cut at all, no scab, no nothing.

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