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organs to engage the virus, no entrance for the organism to take hold. He
wondered if the
Dargons had intended just that. The Gattoni an males watched those die that
they had
sworn to protect.
Making war on babies and females, it made him sick to his very core. Hell,
maybe the males had been infected in their own way, after all; their spirits
were being
crushed every minute of every day in a slow, pa inful death of the soul. He
had to find a
way out of this and destroy the Dargons who had loosed this nightmare on his
people.
And what of Catarina? How would the plan et affect her bright light; he did
not
think he could bear to see it dim and go out. Mentally, he shook himself. He
could not
continue along that path, he had a mission, and he would see it through. His
people must
come first. "All right, little Cat, it is time to begi n your training." He
exited and made
his way to his living quarters, shedding his morbid thoughts for predatory
ones.
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Chapter Three
Cat felt rested, calm, warm and protected. She didn't want to open her eyes,
didn't
want to lose this secure e uphoria. What a detailed nightmare ! Pookas, cat
people from
outer space, kidnapping, Mars Needs Women, ma ybe she did need to lay off the
sci-fi
and fantasy movies for a while, she giggled and yawned, snuggling closer to
the heat.
She had an arm and leg draped across the firm body pillow bringing her body
prone
against the impossibly hard and& breathing& she eased open her eyes to find a
pair of
golden cat-eyes studying her curiously. His eyes!
"Aay!" she screamed and bounded off the bed with the dexterity of an Olympian
gymnast.
Eek! She didn't have any clothes on!
Zorroc winced and then yawned, Zazu, the female had lungs. She was quick;
too.
Had she never woken up on a male's mat, as his aunts had intimated? The
panel of his
quarters opened and three guards charged in, weapons drawn and pointed at
Cat.
Cat screamed again, bounded back onto the mat, and under the covers, clinging
to
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Zorroc.
"She is quick moving," Prolinc commented, "and loud." And perfectly formed
he
noted, sauntering further into the room while quietly dismissing the others.
"My apologies, Zorroc, they have not ye t learned of your affect on the
gentler
species. I will leave you to your privacy." He turned, moving stealthily
through the exit,
the panel sliding shut behind him.
She groaned. Slowly, she peeled hersel f off him and inquired, with as much
dignity as she could muster, "Where're my, uh, clothes?" In commandeering
the
comforter to cover everything below her chin, she had exposed Zorroc to below
his navel.
He smiled. She gulped. They had slept together naked.
Striving mightily for a level of sophist ication she didn t possess, she
remained
facing him rather than cowering back under th e covers. Doing so brought her
eye level
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with his chest. He was smoothly chiseled with powerful muscles and& no body
hair.
Her gaze traced his torso, arms, and face; sh e refused to drop her attention
downward to
check any lower regions. Equal parts perp lexed and intrigued, she longed to
touch him
and feel his marble satiny skin beneath her hands.
"Many humans lack an over abundance of hair on certain areas of their
bodies,
your American Indian a good example. We are not so different," he pointed
out softly,
taking her hand and running it slowly over hi s chest and abdomen then
groaning his
appreciation.
As he allowed her access to his sculpted perfection, she wondered exactly how
red her face had become; judging by the he at it radiated, she'd bet it
matched beacon
proportion.
He had unwrapped her the night before and been awestruck by her perfection.
Her almond eyes, already bewitching with their combination of siren promise
and
childlike innocence, left him unprepared for her body& she was a miniature
goddess. His
very own fairy sprite.
"What are you doing in my room?" she squeaked.
He smiled intimately. "These are my quarters, I live here."
"Then what am I doing here?"
"You live here too," he replied logically.
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She blinked, licked her lips, and ventured forth like she hadn't fallen down
some
alien rabbit hole. "Zorroc," she began carefully, "we have known each other
for less than
twenty-four hours. I have family, friends, a nd a career, which I will not
forfeit to leave
with you. You don't know me and I don't know you, add to that our differing
cultures,
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