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a lower pitch.  Yeah, you re doing great.
Her face split into a wide grin, sparkling eyes, flashing teeth. Then
she leaned forward again and gripped his base, her fingers not curling
completely around its girth. She took him between her lips again,
bathing him in the hot moisture of her mouth. A moan arose from his
throat, and her hand slipped lower, feathering along his testicles, then
behind.  Oh fuck, yes, sweetheart.
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Taking his words as permission, Sophia lunged forward sucking
him in long, slightly uncoordinated strokes. Her eagerness excited the
shit out of him, but her teeth started catching at odd angles.
Raider gripped her hair and pulled her off with a sound like a
suction cup being removed. He lifted her under her arms back to
standing, and ran his hand down her body, pulling aside the narrow
patch of fabric at her crotch and testing her dampness with his fingers.
Slick honey coated his digits, but she flinched.
 Um& I m a little sore. I m not sure I can have intercourse again
so soon. Sophia looked at him with embarrassment and concern.
Raider lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking her sour candy flavor
into his mouth. A moan rose in his chest, a mix of desire and
frustration. He gripped her hand and brought it to his cock, showing
her how to stroke him. Then he tried to step forward to bring her to
the bed and nearly tripped over the pants now trapping his ankles.
 Fuck& Hold that thought. He reached down and dug through
the layers of fabric to reach his shoes.
 Which thought? The thought that I can t have intercourse or the
thought that I m sore?
Free of his pants at last, Raider pulled his shirt over his head.
She licked her lips as her gaze trailed down his body.  Well,
maybe if& 
The scent of her need for him filled the cabin. He breathed deeper,
loving the flavor of her on his tongue, in his nostrils. It was tinged
with the smell of fear. He took her cheek in his hand again and he
drew her forward. His cock throbbed as it folded tight against the soft
flesh of her belly.  Don t worry sweetheart. I ll go easy.
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Chapter 11
Rhoaver shooed the boys away and flopped back down on his
deck chair. He searched through the towel at his feet and pulled out
his satellite phone. Damn, he needed to figure out how to get a mobile
cell tower at the raft-ups. Satellite was hella slow. His fingers
skimmed to Friedson s number.
 Yes, hello?
He heard the high-pitched desperation in the scientist s voice.
With a smirk, he didn t talk for a moment, letting him stew.
 Rhoaver, are you there? Is the shipment almost ready? When can
I expect it?
 I have something better.
The voice on the line went silent.
One of his cronies rounded a corner, and Rhoaver gave him the
finger and waved him away. Truth be told, now that he d found this
treasure, he wasn t sure he wanted to part with it. A shark who could
walk on land might be worth more to him as crew than as product. If
the deal with Dendric fell through, he didn t want his crew to suspect
anything.
 I think I found your needle in a haystack.
Friedson s ecstatic curse carried over the phone s lousy
connection.
* * * *
Calloused fingers flitted over her thigh as she lay across his chest.
Raider s leg pressed between her thighs, a show of his domination, his
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right to be inside her. His hand rested behind his neck, stretching his
torso. Sophia traced the path of his mark, starting at his hairline,
across his forehead, over his eyelid, then to that pink strip at his top
and bottom lip. Her finger skimmed the slash of lightening down his
smooth chest to that patch of white-blond hair mixed with the black at
his groin. When her touch reached his still-damp penis, Raider s hand
gripped her wrist.
 Too sensitive, sweetheart. Give me a sec to recover.
A faint pulsing in her chest& he had a weakness, if only a
temporary one.  Does it feel any different?
 My birthmark? Not really. Only in my head, I guess.
She didn t push for him to explain any further. Plenty of mere
were part shark or part dragon. The servant class tended to get bred
with a lot. However, any dragon born of a mere tended to hold a
lower status. To dragons, sharks were considered the lowest of the
low scavengers. But even outlaws must have prejudices of their
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