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happens.”
    “Anyone tries to mess with your mate, I have every
confidence she will set them straight with no help from either of us, but I
will keep that in mind.”

Chapter 9     
     
     Nori walked up the steel steps and into the boxy silver shuttle
to find Dunstan right inside the door.  He reached toward her arm and she
twirled using her shoulder to push his arm around her and then was pressed up
against his body with her bound hands clutching something soft and squishy in
his pants.  He froze, with Nori right up against him and within kissing
distance.  All color left his face as she squeezed.
    “Touch me, or my mate again and I take it with me when I
leave.”  She bared her teeth as the others stepped into the shuttle behind
her.  “And you won’t have anything left to play your silly games with.”
    Lord Dunstan opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing
that emerged was a long squeak.
    “Is there a problem here.”  Tolan Lark sighed as he came in
behind Menelaus.
    “Not from me,” Nori said, finally releasing the quivering
Lord and stepping back.  Immediately Dunstan collapsed forward clutching his
crotch.  “I was just getting on the shuttle like you asked.”
    Tolan Lark sighed long and loud.  “Lord Dunstan, please find
your seat.  If you make a mess of this, I will evict you bodily from the
shuttle without waiting for it to land first.”
    Menelaus stepped on board preceding the mercenary and his
eyes immediately zoomed in on Nori.  He quickened his step until he was pressed
right against her, as close as possible with her bound hands between them.  His
own hands anchored behind his back, his head tipped down while he closed his
eyes and shuddered, taking in her scent.  “Are you all right?”
    It took her a moment to respond, because after the time
apart, touching him again was like having a jagged hole suddenly filled.  She
looked up and had to crane her neck to see his eyes, he was pressed so close. 
    “Yes.  You?”  Her voice was barely more than a breathless
whisper.
    His was barely any louder when he responded, his eyes taking
in the exotic curves of her face.  “Believe it or not, being captured with my
wife is a good ending to a black period of unending days.”  He leaned his head
down and pressed his lips softly to hers, talking against them.  “Don’t go away
again.”
    “Menelaus…”
    “Is this what you try so hard to conceal?  This amazing
creature?  Foolish.  You are beautiful in all your forms.”
    She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted before
she could make her comment.
    “You bitch.”  They both turned just their heads to look at
the screeching Lord Dunstan.  In fact, she had forgotten about him until he
decided to bellow from his bent over position, his hands still cupped
protectively around his dick.  “You will pay for that.  I was going to enjoy
you before, but after this I will rend…” 
    Nori blinked, watching Dunstan just pass out and hit the
ground like a boulder mid rant.  She looked beyond where he had been standing
to Tolan Lark, who shrugged mildly, twirling his stun stick dexterously before putting
it back in its hidden compartment.  “He was getting on my nerves.”  He held up
his pistol and motioned them to seats across the way from him.  “Time to fly. 
Please buckle it up so we can get off this rock.”
    She turned her head back to Menelaus, and he took a second
to press his lips to hers again before nudging her towards the seats.  They
both sat, thighs brushing.  She had to click his belt because his hands were
still behind him, then awkwardly her own from within her shackles.
    Menelaus was turned at an angle so that her shoulder and
back pressed against his chest.  He was as close as he could be from a
different seat, and Nori was incapable of putting distance between them, not
when it felt so much like coming home.  Damn it. 
     She turned her head to look up at Menelaus, to say
something,

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