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Tor wiped at his eyes with the cool, damp cloth again. "It burns like  the fire moon! My throat and nose are on fire too. What did Vox do this  time to upset her?"

"He said she smelled," Lodar responded with a grin. "She did not appreciate his observation."

Both men watched as Vox followed Riley around trying to get her to sit  down and listen to him. It was almost comical the way he pleaded with  her to just hear him out. Lodar chuckled when she swatted at their  friend and leader. He had never seen anything like it before. The human  female was totally oblivious to the fact she was running circles around  one of the most dangerous men in the known star systems. There wasn't a  female alive that he knew of who wouldn't envy her position.

"Do you think he'll be able to catch her when this is all over?" Lodar asked curiously.

"More power to him if he does," Tor said hoarsely before taking another  long swig of water. "She is almost as dangerous as the Curizan and  Valdier were during the wars. More so if you take into account she has  no idea half the time of what she is doing."

"Do you think all females of her species are like this?" Lodar asked,  admiring the way her tight pants stretched over her ass as she bent down  to pack something in her strange pink case.

Tor's eyes followed Lodar's over the curve of Riley's rounded ass. He  felt his cat purr. Maybe he wasn't as immune as he'd first thought. His  red eyes moved to Vox who had frozen in place as he followed her, his  eyes glued to the same place as the other males in the room. When Riley  straightened, she reached up and tucked her mass of curly hair back up  into the bright pink scrunchie. The movement pulled the thin top she was  wearing up, revealing the pale skin of her slightly rounded stomach and  pulling the top tight across her ample breasts.         

     



 



Riley froze as she was putting her hair back up into its messy ponytail  when the whole room erupted into echoes of low rumbling purrs. She  turned startled baby blue eyes on the three huge cat-shifting males who  had their eyes glued to her. Three pairs of eyes-one a golden brown, one  a very reddened greenish color, and the other a dark, tawny color-all  stared at her breasts as they thrust upward while she wound the  scrunchie around the mass of curls she was holding.

She rolled her eyes. "You have got to be kidding me!" she muttered. "I  swear to God all guys who aren't gay have a one-track mind!"

She quickly finished putting her hair up, trying not to turn as pink as  the scrunchie as she watched their eyes follow her breasts as they  bounced up and down. She didn't care how much support the manufacture  promised; when you were as big as she was there was still going to be  some bounce. She lowered her eyes, refusing to give into the desire to  cross her arms protectively in front of her. The only thing that did was  push up the watermelons she carried around. Instead, she clapped her  hands loudly.

"Hello?" she snapped, shooting an evil eye at Lodar and Tor. "It's rude to stare!"

Lodar cleared his throat as Vox turned to glare at his two friends.  "Yes, well …  I …  We …  They are beautiful," he finally choked out with a  sheepish grin. "And very difficult to miss."

"I wonder if they contain milk?" Tor asked, unaware he asked the  question out loud. "I would love to drink from them if they did," he  sighed.

Riley's mouth dropped open as what Tor said sank in. "Oh. My. God. You  did not just say that," she sputtered before bursting into  uncontrollable laughter. "Do they …  Oh my god, that is priceless." She  continued to giggle, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes with  the end of her shirt, totally unaware the movement pulled the cloth up,  exposing her creamy flesh again.

Vox's loud roar ricocheted throughout the small room as he tackled Tor.  The force of his shoulder hitting his chief engineer's chest knocked  both of them backward through the air several feet before they hit the  hard floor and slid almost to the far wall. Vox's sharp teeth gripped  Tor's throat in a stranglehold while his claws dug into Tor's shoulders,  pinning him to the floor.

"Bad kitty!" Riley shrieked out from behind him. "Let him go! You are a  very, very bad kitty. You let go of him, or I'll neuter your ass. Vox,  release him this instant. If you don't, I swear I'll go to the guards  and tell them I need to borrow their stun gun thingy. I mean it. I'm out  the door in three, two, one … "

Vox released Tor with a jerk and swung around to face Riley so fast she  stumbled backward. Her heel caught on the uneven flooring, and she lost  her balance, falling to the floor heavily with a sharp cry. She rolled  over into a ball as excruciating pain exploded through her wrist as she  tried to break her fall. She landed on it hard. Riley bit her lip as she  pulled her left arm up against her, cradling it to her chest as she  sobbed in pain.

"Riley?" Vox said hesitantly as he moved to kneel next to her curled-up  figure. "Riley, I would never hurt you," he said gently as he tried to  get her to look at him.

Another soft, pain-filled sob escaped Riley. "My wrist," she whispered. "It hurts so bad."

Vox turned his head, looking over his shoulder. "Lodar," he demanded hoarsely as worry engulfed him.

Lodar nodded as he stood up from where he was checking the puncture  wounds on Tor's neck and shoulders. They would heal. They'd gotten worse  when they were training or just wrestling with each other. If Vox had  been serious about killing Tor, he would have ripped his throat out. The  marks were just a warning to Tor to be careful expressing his thoughts  out loud. It was obvious from the smell of Riley's fear when she saw  what had happened that she didn't realize that. Now, the smell of her  pain was overwhelming to the three warriors. It was a dark, musky scent  that brought out a protectiveness and need to care in all of them.

"Riley, let me look at your wrist," Lodar said gently as he knelt down next to her.

Riley bit her lip and shook her head even as she looked at him with her  big blue eyes swimming in tears of pain. "I don't want you to touch it.  You might make it hurt worse," she whispered as her bottom lip trembled  and a lone tear course down her pale cheek breaking his heart.

"Guall's balls, Lodar, help her," Vox demanded fiercely, unable to  handle the thought of his beautiful, stubborn mate being in pain.

Lodar's lips tightened as he heard the desperate growl in his leader's  voice. "Riley, I need to see how bad it is," Lodar insisted as he  reached down and gently rolled her over onto her back.

Fred hurried over with the pillow from the bed and carefully lifted  Riley's head so he could slide it under her. The little two-headed  Tiliqua sat down next to her on the floor and tenderly brushed her hair  back from her forehead, ignoring Vox's low growl of warning. His right  head turned and he glared defiantly at Vox.

"You hurt our mate," Fred growled back. "You scared her!"

Vox flushed a dark red but he lowered his eyes to Riley's pale,  tear-stained face. "I didn't mean to frighten you, Riley," Vox murmured  softly as he reached out one of his big fingers to tenderly wipe the  tears that ran down from the corner of her eye.

Riley's lips trembled as Lodar carefully lifted her arm. "You were  hurting Tor," she whispered as fresh tears filled her eyes as she stared  up at him.

"He wasn't really hurting me," Tor said, leaning over Vox's shoulder,  oblivious to the blood covering his neck and shoulders. "We do this all  the time, Riley. He didn't mean anything by it. The Sarafin often use  their claws and teeth. If he was really going to hurt me, he would have  ripped out my throat."

Riley's hiccuping wail filled the small room at Tor's words. "You are  not making her feel better," Bob said, pulling Tor away as he moved  closer to Riley. "Go clean the blood off you."

"I think it is broken," Lodar said in concern as he carefully examined  the discoloration and growing swelling. "She needs immediate medical  attention I cannot give her here. We will need to summon a guard."

"I will go with her," Fred said as he carefully brushed her hair to the side.

"No," Vox snapped out, glaring at the small Tiliqua. "I will go with her."

"You … You can't," Riley hiccuped. "They will see that your collar isn't  working. That goes for all of you," she whispered. "I'll have to go  alone."

"No," each of the five men said stubbornly.

"I will go," Bob said softly. "They do not look under my skin to see if I  have my collar on. I am also the least likely to be considered a threat  next to Fred."

Vox's mouth straightened into a tight line of frustration. Riley was  right. They would need to reactivate his collar, and that was still no  guarantee they would let him go with her. He had noticed the extra  security surrounding them. Bob was the least threatening next to Fred.  He stood up, growling out in frustration and anger. Closing his eyes and  drawing in a deep breath, he turned to see Riley struggling to sit up.