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tongue playfully into her mouth. Something down deep inside betrayed her and she felt

the heat from his actions. As if responding to her body she felt him harden in between

her crotch. Oh Crator, the only thing preventing him from entering her was the clothing

between them.

Slowly, Gilroy moved down until he was kissing her neck then sucking on her

breast again. Don’t let him get to you, she ordered her aroused body. How could she be

acting like this? He was raping her.

It’s not rape if you don’t fight. She tried to free her hands from behind her back, but

his grip tightened. His free hand was in her pants now, working his way over her

mound of hair to that delicate spot that would betray her the second he touched her.

She wiggled her hips in an attempt to slow his progress but he just groaned. Bad idea,

she thought.

“Please stop.” She made one last attempt but his fingers reached their source and he

looked up delighted when he felt how wet she was. His touch made her soar and she

closed her eyes and stifled a groan. When she opened them he was watching her. His

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smile was radiant and his sky blue eyes dripped with passion as inky black hair fell

loosely around his face.

He released her hands then and went up on his knees. With a quick tug, he pulled

her pants down to her knees and exposed all of her beauty.

“Oh shit,” he breathed huskily and quickly began undoing his pants.

“Gilroy, you can’t do this.” She discovered repulsively that she was making no

attempt to move. “I’m…I’m a virgin.” When he dropped his drawers and she saw how

huge he was, she mimicked him. “Oh shit.”

He smiled, taking her crude words as a compliment. “It will only hurt for a second,

Ana, I promise. I’ll try to be gentle.”

And then he was in her. She screamed as he forced his way through her virginal

skin, forever tearing and taking what she never again would possess. He accompanied

her scream with a low guttural growl. He started to move back and forth while inside

her. In an instant, he pulled her pants off her with one sharp tug. Then, taking one of

her legs in each of his hands he spread her apart making his movements easier.

Deeper and deeper.

Why…did it…have to…feel so…damn good? Faster and faster. And then it was

done.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

It was well after lunchtime when Torgo returned home. It didn’t surprise him when

he didn’t see his glider parked anywhere although he was disappointed. She could be

pregnant, carrying his child, and she’d taken off again. He’d searched everywhere but

to no avail. The only thing he could do now was return home and hope she’d come

back. And that no one else would find her. Don’t run away from me again, Syra.

“Good, I’m glad you’re back, I am.” Darius met him in the upstairs hallway and

either didn’t notice his long face or ignored it. “We’ve got trouble, we do. I’ve already

organized troops.”

Torgo followed his brother into the landlink room but only half heard him. One of

his assistants handed Darius a printout while Tara sat typing vigorously at the landlink

on the desk.

“Apparently, the Tree People have viewed our hesitation in responding to their

requests at a meeting as suspicious. They’ve attacked the Blood Circle Clan site from the

north.” She stood up and straightened her shirt. “Are you ready?”

“Let’s go.” Darius stuffed the papers into his jacket pocket and Torgo followed

them numbly out the door.

He acknowledged his instructions but felt distanced from the troops surrounding

him, and Tara and Darius flying next to him. The Blood Circle Clan was taken by

surprise by Tree People on foot. A small army of Tree People moved in quickly on the

clan site and the casualties were high. Of course, they reacted quickly and most of the

Tree People had been killed. But now, several much larger armies were approaching

quickly from the north and Darius and Tara barely had time to organize troops and

retaliate.

Torgo found he was able to put Syra out of his mind as they reached the northern

edge of the Blood Circle Clan. There was hand-to-hand combat going on below them

and gliders dived into each other in the air ahead of them.

Darius and Tara quickly parted ways, obviously already engaging a plan they’d

devised. Darius quickly ordered his brother to his side and Torgo veered and shot at the

same time as Tree People attacked him like a horde of bees. His Eliminator, the large

weapon attached to the side of his glider, took out most of them and the remainder

seemed to fly around in a state of confusion. He flew quickly through them and darted

around until he found Darius.

“Go down, brother,” Darius yelled. “The damage seems to be worse on the ground,

it does.”

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Torgo dived down as did his brother and they quickly took out a small group of

Tree People running across the land trying to get further into the clan site. A sharp laser

blast took out the back of Torgo’s glider and he lost engine power. He was glad to be so

close to the ground when his motor died and he plunged to the hard muddy field.

He realized his head was bleeding when he pulled himself out of the damaged craft

and tried to stand. Everything around him spun and then hands were on him hauling

him to a vehicle. It wasn’t until he was in a seat and a belt secured around him that he

realized he’d been taken captive.

He barely managed to focus on the Tree Person when something was injected into a

vein in his neck.

“Tara! They’ve got Torgo,” Darius yelled as he shot at the large glider that quickly

departed from the battle scene. He dodged several gliders, shot at a few more and then

scanned the confusion around him.

“Jolee, where’s Tara? She doesn’t respond,” Darius spoke to the assistant as he

spotted her through the cloudy air.

“She was right next—” She didn’t finish what she was saying but instead twisted

her head. “Where did she go?”

A sinking feeling entered Darius. He shot forward at incredible speed in hot pursuit

of the glider that had his brother. Within seconds he was far from the battle site and the

air cleared of smoke and debris. Far ahead he could see several gliders traveling at high

speed toward the mountains.

His brother was kidnapped and he wouldn’t be surprised to learn that they had

Tara, too. He swore to Crator that he’d annihilate that entire race if they didn’t release

both of them before the night was over.

Syra pulled her glider well behind several large boulders and then squatted down

to hide herself as well. She held her viewer to her eye and studied the gliders that flew

over her at high speed. They were forced to slow as the large mountain neared and she

caught sight of a driver and a collapsed person sitting next to them in each vehicle.

What was going on?

She’d sat there for most of the afternoon, thinking about everything she and Torgo

had said to each other since she’d returned. She had been overpowered by the sensation

to run as far from Gothman as she could go and never look back. But she’d run from

him once before and she’d been miserable without him.

Had he changed? Or, had she been so emotional over what she believed was right

that she’d overreacted? Three winters had passed. Were they still compatible, or was it

simply familiar territory that had its appeal? Her emotions had been on overload all

afternoon long.

She felt she was being forced to figure out the rest of her life all at once—a thought

that didn’t appeal to her at all. She liked living on the edge. Okay, she was getting older

and settling down and starting a family was customary, but did she want that?

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Several other gliders caught her eye as they flew over the high plains. She squinted

through her viewer to see more Tree People approaching. They flew at incredible speed,

about ten of them. She then saw laser fire exchanged and suddenly one of the gliders

plummeted to the ground and bounced. The other gliders flew over her without

slowing, but instead elevated to clear the mountain range.

She sat motionless for a moment wondering what in the hell was going on. It

dawned on her that someone was slowly climbing out of the glider that had been shot

down. She watched for only a second before pulling her headscarf over her head and

jumping onto her glider.

She flew out onto the terrain taking advantage of Torgo’s elaborate landlink system

to confirm that there were no other people surrounding them. As she flew over the

person struggling to stand and walk she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Darius!” she yelled as she landed quickly and jumped off her glider.

The large man stumbled toward her, blood streaming from the side of his head and

a long tear in his leather pants exposing a huge gash in his leg that stained the ground

red as he walked. He managed to pull a laser from his pocket and awkwardly aimed it

at her as his large body stumbled toward her.

She ripped her headscarf off in an attempt for him to recognize her. “It’s okay.

Come on, let’s get you home.” She spoke only after he let his arm and laser go limp by

his side.

“No. They’ve got Tara,” he paused and she could tell by the glassed-over gaze he

gave her that he would be unconscious soon. “And they’ve got Torgo.”

The words hit her like laser fire and for a moment she froze. She composed herself

quickly and reached under his arm, and then nearly fell when he leaned heavily against

her.

“Look, you big pain in the ass, don’t you dare pass out on me or I’ll leave your ass

here. Carry your own weight and get on my glider.” She knew if she pissed him off that

he would stay conscious.

“Shut up, bitch,” he growled and fell into her glider, almost knocking it over.

“I will, I’ll leave your ass for the vultures. That will be one less thorn in my side.

Now, do you think you could get your leg over the glider and not fall on top of it?”

He growled incoherently and managed to climb onto the glider. She climbed on in

front of him and suffered greatly as his weight made it close to impossible to sit up