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Curious, Leeahan lifted the box lid, and she gasped in surprise. Her hands trembled as she caressed the stiff fabric and the mark on the shoulder. A white wolf and black wolf were facing off, hackles raised. It was picked out in delicate embroidery.
“Ceeki.”
Ona looked surprised. “You are correct. It is Ceeki’s work.”
Lee sat at the edge of the bed and pulled the suit on, when she was dressed, she took the boots that Haz had made for her and pulled them on.
It was not Alliance issue, but Lee was back in uniform. The bodysuit was deep blue, covered everything and had a thick reinforcement that let her know body armour was included. The boots were perfect, as if they had been designed for it.
“So, Ona, how long has everyone here known that I would only stay as a badge?”
Ona grinned. “Since your first day of transformation. Ozwin had a long talk with your dispatcher, and she told us what we needed to do to get you to stay.”
“Where is he?”
“He is in the council hall, seeing to the duties of the settlement. Anyone will direct you there.” Ona gathered the bedding and disappeared out the door, whistling softly.
Grinning, Lee brushed her hair dry and let it hang loose. The white against the dark blue reminded her of the moon and night sky.
Her eyes still freaked her out, but as long as the eyes she stared into had the same icy composition, she was going to be one happy Terran.
Striding through the settlement, she was greeted with the same friendliness that she had seen the farmers offer to Ozwin. When she asked for directions, she was shown with a cheerful grin.
Walking up through the few folk gathered to speak to Ozwin, she stood behind the current petitioner and glared at her mate.
The man asking for additional acreage finally clued in to her presence behind him. He bowed out of the way with a smile. “Please, Alpha. Take my turn.”
“Thank you.” She stepped into the petitioner position.
With concentration, she sent Ozwin images of her hands in the shower, caressing her skin, sliding over her breasts and down between her thighs. His hand trembled and sweat appeared at the edge of his hairline.
She received an imaged of that same path, but this time, his hands were on top of hers.
Laughing, she countered with the thought of him on his back, her hands on his chest, nails digging in as she rode his cock.
The pen that Ozwin was holding cracked.
A few of the men realized what was going on and carefully moved away from Lee.
It was a sound decision, as the moment that he surged to his feet, he kept going and lunged for her over the table and down the aisle.
Lee remained in place, fighting the beast inside her that wanted to fight him.
He stopped in front of her, his chest heaving and his eyes white hot. “You aren’t attacking or growling.”
She slid one hand up his chest, ignoring her audience, and wrapped it around his neck. “No, I am not. My beast wants to, but I am not.”
He pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist before he peeled back her collar and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Thank you.”
She smiled mistily. “Thank you. Your people may have started something, but I get the feeling that I was supposed to be here all along.”
His kiss was wild, and she was bent backward in his arms. His hands were shifting to claws and back, and she said the one thing that had been on her mind since she got dressed.
“Ozwin, if you rip this suit…I will kill you.”
Author’s Note
Leeahan Ryan is spunky, but every strong woman needs a strong man…eventually. The Keymin are a fun species, but they don’t get out much and can only breed with their own kind. Now…how do I get more Terrans there…
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Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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