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began to slowly lower herself. As she was human, not S-species, he was much larger and he knew she liked this position best because she could more easily control the penetration, working him inside as her body stretched to accommodate his size.
    The slow grip of wet, tight heat was enough to make him groan out loud and his hands splayed over her hips to help her balance her weight. His wife’s long, pale hair brushed his fingers, soft as silk.
    He loved her even more after over a quarter century of marriage than he had when he’d first met her as a sexual slave aboard a transport ship back when he was just an ambassador. At the time, to be able to marry a human required special permission, but as Governor of Minoa, he’d had that law changed. It had been outdated legislation anyway, leftover from when S-species were still trying to build their population.
    Like many of the laws Damon Le Clerc protested. With the state of growth of most of the colonies, some of the laws were even potentially harmful. If Marc could get Le Clerc to rein in his infamous reckless defiance and…
    Jerra slid down the last crucial distance and he was fully embedded in her luscious warmth. All thoughts of anything but the sensations bombarding every nerve-ending in his body were wiped out as she began to provocatively rock back and forth, and she made a small sexy sound of enjoyment with each motion.
    He lifted his hips in rhythm with her movements, so in tune that they undulated together like one creature, and he filled his hands with her breasts, fondling the yielding flesh.
    Tension built, his testicles tightened, and he fought the urge to ejaculate, the pleasure escalating as his wife arched backwards and moved more urgently on his cock, obviously close to orgasm, her nipples pebbled against his palms.
    Then with a low wild cry, Jerra began to shudder, her inner muscles clenching in a way that made his resolve to not let go of his own control too soon melt away. He surged upward as she fell forward and clutched his shoulders, and their mutual cry of release was the result of knowing each other, carnally, and in every other way also, very well.
    Afterward, drowsy, with her head pillowed his chest, his fingers tangled in her hair, he heard her ask, “Did you tell Marc about the assassination attempt?”
    “No,” he admitted. “It’s over. Why worry him? Now, go to sleep. I don’t know about you, but I am pleasantly exhausted, my love.”

Chapter Six

    Marc respectfully waited for the queen to speak, noting the tense set of Jayla’s shoulders. They were in the royal private office, and next to the desk, Raphael Le Clerc had what was apparently his personal chair, where he now sat, silent, looking very much like his son except for the faint lines by his mouth and flecks of silver in his dark hair.
    He spoke first, breaking the long silence. “You make a convincing petition, Ambassador, but while I agree that Damon’s acumen would be valuable, his passion for his ideals clouds his judgment at times.”
    The subject of that little speech stood unmoving, but Marc could tell it took some effort to not defend himself by the set of Damon’s jaw. Jayla spoke for him. “Let’s keep in mind you haven’t given him much of a chance to express himself through formal channels. When he has asked, he’s been refused.”
    Her mother moved a hand to tap her fingers on the desk. “The pardon aside, an appointment to the Ruling Council is not given lightly, Damon.”
    “I know, your Highness.” Even in the midst of his disfavor, Le Clerc spoke with the familiarity of someone who had known the queen a long time. “But don’t you think the voice of a younger generation should have a say there? Look at what the archaic political atmosphere of Gandsar produced. A failed economy and social unrest. I have said all along just because a colony looks prosperous, it doesn’t mean it is stable. Anasta is no exception. I—”
    Raphael interrupted his son