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her mates.
    She tried to roll away from Matt, to put some distance between her and the guys. Matt’s arms squeezed her tighter.
    “What’s wrong, Tinsa?” he asked, lifting his head to kiss her forehead, an act so tender and loving, she breathed in a shuddering sigh.
    Not trusting her voice, she could only answer by shaking her head.
    Drake’s hand settled on her shoulder. “Why are you upset?”
    “I’m not upset.” The snap in her voice had to tell them she was lying. Both men chuckled in response, causing her to struggle harder to get away.
    Then she heard it, the call so soft, she froze in response.
    “Tinsa—”
    “Hush!” she ordered, cutting off Matt. The sound grew louder. “Something’s coming.”
    “I don’t—”
    “Listen!” This time she had to silence Drake. The men really needed to learn to follow her commands as proper mates should.
    The sound became a roar so strong and loud, both men’s eyes flew wide. Betinsa couldn’t contain a self-satisfied smile.
    Another roar, loud enough to make some of the birds in the tree take flight.
    “What the hell is that? ” Matt asked.
    “I believe, gentlemen, that the Charhock now knows we’re here.”
    Drake could hear the fear in her voice and sat up so that he could hug her in comfort. Betinsa wouldn’t allow it, scrambling off Matt and grabbing her clothes. The three of them awkwardly dressed as her gaze darted over the side of their platform. “What does it look like?” he asked.
    “I’ve never seen it. No one has ever seen it.”
    “Then how do you know that’s what’s making that god-awful racket?”
    “I can…feel it. My heart knows.”
    His new girlfriend said the strangest things—one of the reasons Drake was attracted to her, an attraction he’d felt from the moment they’d been introduced more than a week ago. Matt and Betinsa had presented themselves and their credentials to consult with Drake about when he would like to accompany them and the terrorist they’d captured back to Fraiqua. Although he’d met more species than he could remember—some strange, some exotic— he’d been taken by her natural beauty and grace, hardly able to glance away from the iridescent sky blue of her flawless skin or the cerulean brilliance of her sparkling eyes. Her hair was a thick mass of black curls that made his mouth go dry. And when she first spoke, her voice contained such a husky sexuality, his cock had instantly hardened. Quite an embarrassing situation to not be able to politely stand when she left his office.
    Girlfriend . Was that was Betinsa was? According to the research Drake had done after her panicked mother had contacted him, Betinsa was a helluva lot more than that now. Lover? Wife?
    Mate? That was the closest translation from Fraiqui. It implied that her family would be offended if he treated her as anything less than someone he’d chosen to spend the rest of his life with. How was he supposed to make a choice like that about a woman he barely knew?
    Drake realized he’d had no alternative last night. Had he—or had Matt for that matter—denied her the release her body needed, her life would have been in danger. Of course, once she’d sunk those fangs into his skin, he couldn’t have refused her even if he would have wanted to. In that moment, every cell in his body had craved her with a desire that simply couldn’t be denied. Waiting while Matt claimed her virginity had seemed more than he could bear, and the moment Drake had planted his cock inside her, he would have indeed declared her his mate—forever more. Even this morning, the pleasure of the most intense release of his life still hummed through his body, but some sanity had returned.
    Drake wasn’t sure where they would all go from here, but it appeared they’d have some time together to figure out whether this was going to be something more than simply a passionate interlude. Despite what Betinsa said about no one coming to this “sacred moon,” he