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  She moaned like an animal, and he slid a hand between them to toy with her little pearl.

  The added sensation was too much, she screamed with rapture as he finally allowed her to climax.

  “Abigail,” he groaned.

  But he didn’t stop his movements, and the pressure began to build again instantly.

  A moment later, she was whining with despair again, her sex seeking his hand as he teased her gently, thrusting all the while in a rhythm that made her shiver with need.

  “With me this time,” he told her.

  His fingers strummed her like an instrument, and she flew apart just as he swelled impossibly larger and shouted her name as he jetted his seed inside her.

  The waves of ecstasy seemed to go on and on.

  At last, he collapsed beside her, pulling her onto his chest.

  She could hear the pound of his heart and the rush of his ragged breath as she relaxed into his arms.

  “Abigail,” he murmured into her hair.

  “That was… that was…” she whispered back, unable to find the words.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern in his voice.

  “You made me feel… so good,” she reassured him.

  He pressed his lips to her hair again and she closed her eyes, soaking him in.

  “Are you trying to go to sleep?” he murmured.

  “Maybe just for a minute,” she told him.

  But she realized she wasn’t really tired. And he smelled so good.

  “Rexx,” she whispered, uncertainly.

  Her body was impossibly pounding with need again. She was trembling.

  “There’s my girl,” he chuckled, pulling her on top of him.

  “Again?” she whispered, bending to taste his kiss before he could answer.

  But his hands were on her hips, guiding her down onto him.

  She cried out against his mouth as she sank herself onto his rigid shaft.

  It goes on for days…

  His words came back to her, their true meaning clear now.

  But there was no time to think it over. Her body was already building her toward the next climax.

  There was nothing to do but forget the world and enjoy her mate.

  33

  Abigail

  Ten days later, Abigail held Rio on her hip and gazed around at the fairgrounds, searching the crowd for familiar faces.

  Rexx stood beside her, one hand at the small of her back, a relaxed expression on his handsome face.

  After days of being consumed by the mating thrall, they had finally found a measure of peace.

  Abigail was still desperate for the sun to set each night so that she could find satisfaction in Rexx’s arms, but they had been able to reclaim their son from Tilden and Verat, and begin learning the business of running a rustic lakeside resort.

  They still had a ways to go, but at this point Abigail had figured out that if the hot meals were good enough, guests would forgive a lot of other mistakes.

  “Look,” Rexx murmured, pointing toward the lake.

  A huge, crimson-skinned dragon warrior with long, dark hair was walking toward them. Abigail’s friend was on his arm, cradling their baby.

  “Liberty,” she cried out, waving wildly to them.

  Liberty’s face broke out in a sunny smile that gave Abigail a pang of happiness.

  Liberty’s life before Lachesis had been difficult. She had lost her husband, after her family had disowned her for marrying him in the first place. That Liberty had also found new love made Abigail believe in a higher power.

  “I can’t believe it,” Rexx murmured.

  “What?” Abigail asked.

  “Odin doesn’t look angry,” he said, his voice soft with wonder.

  Abigail glanced up at Rexx to see if he was kidding, but he was dead serious.

  She gazed down at the happy couple below with fresh eyes. Maybe Liberty wasn’t the only one to have found a miracle on this moon.

  “Brother,” Odin cried, extending his arm as he approached.

  Rexx clasped it and they pulled each other in. Back-slapping and congratulations ensued.

  Abigail wrapped a careful arm around Liberty.

  “Look at him,” she said, gazing at baby Colton, who was sleeping soundly. He was clearly younger than Rio, but truly adorable.

  “Hello, Rio,” Liberty said in her low, melodic voice.

  Rio’s eyes got wide, and he squeaked at her, extending his feet out.

  “Wow, that’s quite a greeting,” Liberty laughed. “What a darling boy you are.”

  Rio chattered at her happily. He had moved into a very talkative phase over the last week, something Abigail truly enjoyed.

  “So, you’re happy,” Abigail said with a smile.

  “Happy doesn’t even describe it,” Liberty told her. “And right now, I’m beyond happy, because I’m with you and I don’t have to run a farm. We’ve got the hired hands on.”

  “How is the farm going?” Abigail asked.

  “It was a rocky start, but everything is great now,” Liberty told her. “How is your resort?”

  “It’s really cool,” Abigail confided. “A lot of work, but I don’t mind work. And I like being with people. Besides, I can have Rio with me all day.”

  “It sounds amazing,” Liberty said. “I can’t wait to see our cabin.”

  “As soon as Sarah gets here, we’ll get you guys settled in,” Abigail said.

  “Speak of the devil,” Rexx said from behind her.

  “Zaaaaaane,” Odin called out joyfully.

  She turned to see Sarah, her big golden son on her hip, striding briskly up the hill, with Zane by her side.

  “You’re not using your cane,” Abigail cried, opening her arms to hug her friend.

  “The low gravity is a lifesaver,” Sarah admitted. “Gods of the realm, look at all these little ones.”

  They admired each other’s babies, comparing milestones and sleep schedules. For Abigail, it was heavenly to talk to other parents about these small things that might have been boring to anyone else in the world.

  The men’s conversation drifted into theirs as they all tried to imagine what their lives would be like a year from now, when these little ones’ needs had changed, and they all started walking.

  “I’m hungry,” Odin announced suddenly.

  “Oh, goodness, let’s get you all back to your cabins,” Abigail said.

  “Are they… private?” Zane asked.

  Sarah elbowed him in the ribcage, an embarrassed look on her face.

  “I stand by my question,” he said, giving her a lascivious smile.

  She broke and smiled back at him, looking utterly besotted.

  “Yes,” Rexx told them all. “We understand your privacy needs and they will be met.”

  “Let’s go,” Odin said. “That festival food smells good.”

  They parted ways for a while as everyone settled into their cabins.

  By late afternoon, the three families were back together, strolling around the lake, feeling satisfied after a day of good food, great entertainment, and fellowship with the other families who had come from all over to celebrate Founders Day.

  Most of the guests were tourists, but Abigail and Rexx had the opportunity to meet many of the local business owners who were running booths at the fair. It was a happy feeling to get to know neighbors in their new community.

  They had even been reunited with their friends, the baby zingels, who had been scampering around the fairgrounds all day, keeping the pests at bay and capturing the adoration of the local children.

  As the sky turned pink, Rexx stopped in his tracks just shy of the far side of the lake.

  Odin and Zane stopped too, as if on cue.

  “What’s going on?” Liberty asked, looking around.

  The three men sank to their knees, each before his mate.

  Abigail felt hot tears prickle her eyes.

  “Abigail,” Rexx said gently. “You have already
made me the happiest dragon in the universe by accepting my bond. Now I want to honor the tradition of your people. Will you have me as your husband?”

  “Yes,” Abigail squealed through her tears.

  She watched as he slid a simple golden band around her finger.

  He rose and lifted her into his arms, minding baby Rio, who was still being carried by Abigail.

  Rio chuckled at the sensation of being swung up in the air with his mama. And Abigail sobbed happy tears as Rexx spun them around.

  “She said yes,” Odin yelled from his place at Liberty’s knees.

  “Were you really thinking I would refuse?” she asked him.

  He leapt to his feet and pulled her close for a kiss.

  Just behind Odin and Liberty, Abigail could see that Zane had Sarah and Bowen cradled in his arms. The two were talking softly, tears of happiness brimming in their eyes.

  She turned away from what was obviously a very emotional moment and focused her attention on her own fiancé.

  He looked very pleased with himself, and she was glad for that. Of course, he didn’t seem to realize that back on the Terras, a marriage began with more than a ring. Back home, there would have been promises made with friends in tow to cheer the couple on. And a blessing would have been given to seal the union.

  But the dragons’ bonds were well beyond a simple promise. Abigail knew she and her friends had nothing to worry about as far as loyalty from their mates.

  “Are you ready?” Rexx asked her. “Come on. It’s good that all of you said yes.”

  He placed a hand at the small of her back and led her forward, around the last bend of the lake, using a footpath through the trees.

  When they came out on the other side, a beautiful sight revealed itself to Abigail.

  A half-circle of friendly faces awaited them. A tall arch, adorned with floating moss and fragrant Tumbler flowers faced the vigil and the shimmering water. The whole scene was lit by what seemed like a thousand candles, flickering in the soft breeze coming off the lake.

  “Is this… is that?” Abigail couldn’t find the words.

  “It’s a wedding,” Rexx told her. “If you want it to be.”

  “Of course I do,” she said.

  “That part comes later,” he said. “Wait until they ask.”

  She giggled at his silly joke and Rio squeaked happily and grabbed a hank of her hair.

  As they drew closer, she recognized Tilden and Verat holding candles. Tilden gave a little wave and Verat winked.

  There was also a young man in a marshal’s uniform with a woman sporting a shiny cyborg arm. The two of them waved to Sarah and Zane.

  Liberty was going uncharacteristically bonkers over a wiry young girl and her big blond dad who held candles of their own. “I can’t believe you’re here, Cora,” she whispered loudly, in spite of the solemn feeling on the quiet lake.

  Abigail smiled. It was good to see Liberty let her hair down. Odin and baby Colton were obviously a good influence on her.

  “Are you all ready?” a familiar voice asked.

  “Lanny?” Abigail said, turning to see the porter, who she now knew was a bot. “It’s great to see you.”

  “Thanks,” Lanny said in a pleased way. “I’m really glad you were on that train. You really saved the day.”

  “We did what anyone would do,” Abigail said. “And your help was instrumental.”

  “I disagree,” Lanny said. “But the fact that you took the time to write to the owners of the Peregrine to tell them you felt my service was exceptional has changed everything for me.”

  “What do you mean?” Abigail asked. She was glad the sophisticated bot had heard about her transmission. She meant every word she said.

  “They have appointed me interim conductor,” Lanny said proudly. “And they entrusted me with additional software, so now I can recognize employees and passengers even without their chips.”

  “That’s wonderful, Lanny, I’m so pleased for you,” Abigail told her sincerely.

  “It means I can help you today,” Lanny said. “Train conductors have some limited civil powers.”

  “No way,” Abigail said, her eyes widening.

  “That carpet is from the Peregrine,” Lanny said, pointing at a small runner beneath the arch. “So long as we’re standing on it, I’m authorized to perform your wedding ceremony.”

  “Incredible,” Abigail breathed.

  Rexx wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

  They moved toward the arch together, their friends trailing behind them.

  Lanny stood before them all, asking the age-old questions of each couple in turn.

  As the traditional words were spoken, Abigail found herself gazing across the starlit lake, her heart floating as if she were in a happy dream.

  A month ago, she had been lonely, wishing for a family she could only imagine.

  And now she had everything her heart could desire - a son, a mate, true friends, and a place to call home.

  “You may now kiss your bride,” Lanny announced.

  Rexx pulled Abigail close, fixing her with his beautiful dark eyes.

  “I will love you forever, Abigail Shaw,” he told her.

  “Forever and ever,” she replied.

  He kissed her gently, his body twining around hers.

  Abigail closed her eyes and swore she could taste infinity.

  ***

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  1

  Juno

  Juno Adair gazed around the crowded starship lobby, trying not to stare at her fellow passengers.

  Most were human like Juno, or humanoid, at least. But some were types she’d never encountered before.

  Just in front of her stood a woman with a head covered in delicate pink tentacles that danced and swayed under her veil. The woman counted out credits to hand to a nearby valet. Juno couldn’t be sure if the tentacles were expressing the woman’s emotions, or just being blown in the brisk flow from the air vents above.

  Two round, furry passengers slid aboard on a small, wheeled vehicle. And there was even a Cerulean soldier, tall and muscular, in a gleaming white uniform.

  Juno nearly cowered at the sight of him, but instead she stood tall and reminded herself that she wasn’t home anymore.

  Back at home, the imposing Cerulean soldiers made life harder than it already was for Terrans like Juno.

  She watched as a resplendent Cameliunak man in a swirling magnetic cloak strode importantly past her, his head held high, as if he didn’t want to risk sullying his view by making Juno a part of it.

  Juno pulled her own ragged sweater tighter around herself. She might be playing it cool, but her clothing still told her tale.

  She was nothing but a bumpkin from Terra-4.

  And she was only on this luxury cruiser because she had won an unlikely contest. The Stargazer II had
run a great publicity campaign, holding a sweepstakes that had reached all the way to her little backwater planet in the outer ring. Her family, and her best friend, Rose, had all chipped in to buy her an entry for her birthday. They’d had a pretty good laugh over it, imagining a plain Terran girl aboard a luxury cruiser. None of them had really thought she had a shot. Especially Juno.

  When they told her that she’d won, she thought they had been playing a practical joke on her. But somehow, some way, here she was.

  It doesn’t matter why I’m here. It matters what I do with this opportunity.

  And Juno did have a plan.

  It was a crazy plan, but hopefully one she could bring to fruition.

  “Juno Adair,” said a smooth voice with a Terran accent.

  “Here,” she called out, raising her hand as if she were back in school.

  Several of the other passengers turned. The tentacled lady hid a smile behind a gloved hand. At least Juno thought it was a smile.

  Juno pulled her hand down swiftly and wished she could disappear.

  A pretty Terran lady approached her with a welcoming smile.

  “Congratulations. You’re the winner of our Princess Package,” the woman said. “I’m Captain Nilsson, but you can call me Anna. Welcome aboard the Stargazer II.”

  “Thank you,” Juno said politely, unsure whether she was supposed to shake hands or salute, or maybe even bow.

  “Let’s get you to wardrobe before we show you to your room,” Anna suggested. “Where are your bags?”

  Juno felt the blood rush to her face. She had no bags. Everything she had taken with her was in her pockets: a few credits pooled together by all the neighbors, a photo of her best friend, a tattered paperback copy of her favorite science fiction novel, all about a daring girl and her adventures among the stars.

  “You travel light,” Anna said quickly, saving her the embarrassment. “I like that. I used to be the same way. And now my husband, Leo, wishes I would stop collecting souvenirs from every port we visit. I guess it’s a career hazard. I used to be in the salvage business.”