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trees and the branches that arc between them. Beneath, I can see the leaves rustling and hear the sounds of large things moving just out of sight. But every step we take brings us farther away from the leaves and puts my mind more at ease. Eventually, the root blends into the trunk and we have nowhere left to run.
    “Hold on tight to me. Do not let go.”
    I slide my arms around his muscular neck, pushing my face into his skin. He moves his hands to make my legs wrap around him until I feel my crotch pressed into his side. I’m completely terrified, but my body betrays me when the rhythm of his steps creates friction between us. Really, Mira? You’re running for your life with some jungle devil and it’s getting you horny ? I get angry enough with myself to stop from the feeling getting too much hold on me. The sheer indignity of it is enough for a while.
    But when Pax starts climbing and the motion jostles me into him again and again, the sensitive skin of my pussy bumping against his muscled torso. . . That doesn’t help. It’s not long before I can feel the slickness of my excitement seeping through against his skin. And the moisture only makes it feel even better. I clench my teeth, willing myself not to make a sound. Do not moan, Mira. Do not moan. This is ridiculous . But it’s just biology. . . If I was riding a mechanical gorilla and it bumped me the way he is, my body would respond in just the same way. Mostly. Okay, maybe not exactly.
    When we finally reach the top of the tree and he lets me down. I try to discreetly brush my blouse against his side to wipe the moisture free. But must have noticed me soaking his side. I straighten my back and try not to meet his eye. Act dignified and you’ll forget it happened. . . But then I see the bulge in his leathers and lose any progress I’ve made toward stifling my horniness. I try not to stare, but I’m fascinated and even a little scared.
    It’s so big. What would I do with all that? That’s a no brainer . . . When the shock fades a little, I realize that part of me, maybe a little more than a part, wants to be with him. It’s not purely a physical desire. It’s the idea of reaching through the crystalline wall he puts up around his emotions that excites me. Of making myself matter in the life of someone so powerful and so untamable.

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    Pax
    W hen we reach a platform where it’s safe to rest, I motion for her to sit. Trees tower over us thickly and we’re on one of the many flattened roots that the Primus people use to build homes, towns, and even cities. The roots wind between Loris trees across the miles and miles of their height, creating a webbed skyline of broken sunlight and shadow. If we climb higher, I know we will reach a small settlement on the outer edges of Umani clan territory.
    But my mind drifts from her safety long enough to remember the heat of her pussy against my skin. I can still feel the drying juices on my side. The panther within me growls for me to taste it, to slide my hand against my flesh and drink her in, to know her flavor. But I am not an animal. So I sit motionless, studying her.
    Her face is flushed, which seems to be the case more often than not. When I look at this female before me, I cannot help thinking the gods sent this woman, perfectly crafted to fit my desires, to drive me from the path I had set out for myself. Maybe they really did. . . And who would I be to refuse a gift from the gods? No. As soon as I get her to safety, I will return myself to the task of seeking a worthy end. After what I did, what I allowed to happen. . . I do not deserve enjoyment any longer. The only honor is in finding death. And no female is going to change that.
    “Where are we going?” she asks.
    “Back to the Umani tribe. I will take you as far as the edge of its borders but no more.”
    “And then what?” she asks.
    “We go our separate ways.” I hear the words leave my lips, but do not believe them. I know it is what honor