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designated to return them to their Chyya , Brevchanka. Satisfied the males were indeed gone, he ordered his men to deploy themselves about the living room and signaled to his second-in-command to follow him as he went in search of his future queen.
    As they moved through her small apartment, Dev noticed the understated elegance with which Glennora had decorated her home. Each piece seemed to fit, to dovetail with every other element creating a seamless whole—a home not merely a house. His eyes took in everything, analyzing carefully every iota of information that pertained to his future mate. With each passing moment, he grew more anxious to meet her.
    From the corner of his eye, Dev saw GanR’dari raise his right hand, signaling a halt. Catching the eye of his second-in-command, Dev quirked his eyebrow in question. When his friend gestured towards the closed door, Dev quietly crept forward, silently ordering GanR’dari to remain where he was.
    The sound of running water assaulted his keen hearing as he approached the second door in the hallway. With stealth honed on the battlefield, he quietly turned the doorknob and eased the door open. The crack afforded him a glimpse into the room beyond the door, without betraying his presence on the other side. His breathing quickened. His heart slammed against his chest, beating a rapid tattoo at the incredible sight of the naked figure of the woman he would soon be bonded with.
    Mouth going dry, he swallowed thickly, almost choking on a lump of lust. He grew instantly hard, his cherzda rising strong and vigorous, straining against the confining material of his jeans. Determined to see more, he moved closer to the crack in the doorway.
    Glennora—with her long black hair curling under the plump, round globes of the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen—almost floored him. Holding his breath lest his panting give away his position, he watched as the fem ran a soapy cloth over her abundant curves. Her body, small and delicate, more finely formed than the Rb’qarmshi norm, twisted and turned under the spray of water, droplets glistening and highlighting her flesh. Her breasts were soft-looking creamy mounds, topped with inch-long jutting nipples. Her arms were gently rounded and her long legs and thighs nicely fleshed. Sweat sheeted his forehead as Dev envisioned her trim ankles wrapped about his waist as he sank into her luscious-smelling heat.
    When she began to rub her cleansing cloth slowly across the concave valley of her belly, he released his held breath, mouth falling agape as his gaze was dragged in the wake of those trailing fingers. He didn’t think he could stand it when she leaned against the cubicle wall and let her head fall back against the tile, the saddest expression he’d ever witnessed dampening the natural glow of her beauty. He wanted nothing more than to fling the door open and gather her in his arms, promising her that nothing would hurt her while in his care.
    Glennora let out a yelp.
    His nerves jumped. Was he discovered?
    Peering through the crack, he saw her half-leap away from the cascading water to huddle at the back of the small space, muttering something under her breath about past mistakes and trips.
    He figured out the stream had grown cold when he saw the raised flesh on her shivering body as she gingerly reached to shut off the spray. He drew back some, allowing the bulk of the door to shield him while she grabbed a towel and vigorously rubbed her long tresses with it before stepping out of the shower and retrieving a machine shaped like a pulsar gun. His fingers itched to thread through the drying mass while she employed the machine to hasten the drying of her hair. He longed to sink his hand in her hair and discover whether the strands were as soft and silky as they appeared.
    He almost swallowed his tongue when she let the towel drop and began running the barrel of the dryer up and down her body, paying close attention to her nipples and her