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defense so your females could not make idiots of us any time they wanted by forcing us to fight our own tribe members over a female of your species. Our two peoples evolved here at the same time, but it seems you guys left.”
     
    He caressed her dust-streaked face and glanced down. Still joined intimately, it was an erotic view he refused to give in to. It was time to take care of his woman. She bore his marks, inside and out, and he’d been all beast putting them on her. The red streaks across her body were fading, but the old tower’s mark was pronounced. They were both mottled with dust and sweat.
     
    “Sounds like the hunters lost interest.” Tor lifted her off his cock reluctantly. Swiftly standing while holding her to his chest, he looked for her dress. It had to be trampled into the dust surrounding them. “We need to get to the private wing fast.”
     
    A large fist connected forcefully with the metal door. The resulting banging was incredibly loud in the closed space. Tor and Sahara cringed at the resulting boom.
     
    “Tor! Are you really in there with Sahara?” Burke demanded from the other side of the door.
     
    “Yeah. Are you okay?” Tor responded cautiously. “Do not pound again,” he commanded in an afterthought to his large, little brother.
     
    “No,” Burke snapped. “I get back on planet to find drunk warriors staggering around wenching anything that moves. Eternal bells! Looking for you, I walk in on Karloff doing the chef in the kitchen! ‘Tis wrong for a warrior to see that! And for the love of Goddess, I find you locked in the siege tower with a woman who can’t stand you. Get out here and tell me what happened.”
     
    “Oh no,” Sahara breathed as she turned her face into Tor’s chest.
     
    Tor chuckled, his arms tightening around the sexy, mythical creature hiding her embarrassed face in his chest.
     
    “You just arrived, that explains your immunity,” Tor answered his brother conversationally. “I suspect the effect will wear off the others in a few hours. Back away from the door if you want to avoid the drunk-fuck thing. Mist Lionesses are among us. Sahara is mine.”
     
    There was a prolonged silence from the other side of the door. “Sahara?” Burke called softly.
     
    “Yes?” Her answer was muffled in Tor’s chest.
     
    “Is this so?” Burke wanted to know. “You are a Mist Lioness? This is what happens when you…” he trailed off hesitantly.
     
    “Uh-huh,” she mumbled then lifted her head to glare at the door. “But only with Tor. All the sharing just makes me mad. Everyone needs to get a grip on that. Mist Lions do not share. Anything.”
     
    They heard a deep chuff from the other side of the door. Tor scowled as he realized his brother was laughing.
     
    “Have a care, Burke. She’s not kidding. Be useful and clear the back halls from here to my apartments. I don’t want to fight my way there but I will,” he snarled darkly. “The soil of Leonor was once described as red with the blood of battle over the Mist Lioness. I don’t want to repeat history.”
     
    “Sure. Give me twenty minutes,” he agreed. “I’m looking forward to the family chat. You two have some explaining to do.”

 
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Tor strode through the door of his private apartment, kicking it shut behind him. Two steps later he turned, retraced his path and flicked the lock, not putting Sahara down to do it. The lock wasn’t much of a deterrent to a warrior, but it would function as an audible warning if someone was stupid enough to kick his door open.
     
    Tor was scowling and had been since he opened the door of the tower and picked Sahara up for the sprint to his rooms. On a Leonor male, scowling was an unusual display of emotion and warned anyone of violent intent should they not find a way out of his path.
     
    Striding through his personal lair, he headed directly to the shower. Standing her beside the large enclosure, Tor didn’t bother saving