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for him to pick up her scent, even on the stinking hellhole that was Orpheseus Prime. Her face had been covered by the respirator she wore to shield her from the stench, but while everyone else had assumed she was male, Cat had known the difference. There had been something about the way she spoke to him that set her apart, and he'd fallen for her completely, without even being able to see her face.
    He still recalled the questions she'd asked him — details about himself that no one else had ever even thought to ask. She didn't know him at all — he'd been chained like an animal and put up for sale to the highest bidder — and yet it had been so obvious that she cared about him — where he had been, how he had come to be a slave, and why she'd never heard of his planet.
    Looking at her now filled him with the desire to move closer, to inhale her scent — especially knowing what it would do to him. The urge to take her was strong, and she affected him like no other woman on any world had ever done. She was his life: she had rescued him from slavery, and he, in turn, had rescued her from a lifetime of loneliness.
    Purring deep in his throat, Cat rested his hands on her shoulders, breathing in her scent, feeling his cock stir in response. They were bound together by an alien ritual; Jack could only tolerate being a short distance from him without becoming agitated and could follow his scent as though it were visible. Staying close to her was no hardship for Cat, however, since it was where he wanted to be anyway.
    "Is the course set?" he asked.
    Nodding in reply, she added, "It'll be good to see everyone again, but that damn doctor — what's his name? — might not want to see me! I've got a bone to pick with him!"
    "You mean Vladen," said Cat.
    "Yeah, well, he told me there was nothing stopping me from having more kids, and God knows we've done nothing to prevent it, but I'm getting tired of wondering when it's gonna happen."
    "I am not tired of trying, though," Cat purred. Max still sat at Jack's side, thumping his tail, but all it took was a raised eyebrow from Cat to have him on his feet, trotting out the door. It wasn't the first time Max had been asked to leave.
    "They never let me watch, " Max grumbled to himself. He'd go talk to Tisana instead. It might not be as entertaining as Cat and Jack going at it, but it was better than nothing.
    "That's what I like about you, Cat," Jack declared, not even noticing the dog had gone. "You're an incurable optimist."
    "No," he said regretfully. "I enjoy mating with you — and will continue to do so, whether we ever have any more children or not."
    Reaching over her shoulder to the console, he touched the control for the door and smiled as it sealed behind him.
    "Looks like I'm about to get nailed again," Jack muttered, but couldn't quite suppress her smile.
    "Yes, my lovely master, you are."
    Jack sighed. "You know I can't resist when you call me that, Kittycat."
    Purring louder, he pulled her from her chair and into his arms. "You cannot resist me at all," he said knowingly. "And I cannot stay away."
    "You know, maybe that's why we haven't had any more kids," Jack said reflectively as Cat licked her ear, sending thrills racing down her spine. "We go at it so often your sperm count is probably too low."
    "It is not," he assured her. "Vladen checked that, too, if you will recall."
    "Yeah, well, I still think he's a quack," Jack argued. "Never did trust Levitians."
    "Shh," Cat whispered. "Let us not speak of him now." The feel of her in his arms sent his mind drifting into a sexual haze. She was his mate for life, and he never tired of demonstrating his claim on her. She kept him laughing, could get a bargain out of the devil himself, and may have called herself by a man's name, but she still melted at his touch. He liked that.
    Jack's head fell back, exposing her slender throat for his kiss as her eyes blissfully closed. Cat felt a rush of blood to his groin as the flow of the