Her hips pushed her almost hungrily against it. The rain swallowed them as Mary's fingertips traced the features of his face then twined themselves in...his hair and lustily drew his mouth to hers. Sliding from his embrace, Mary led Lou inside to the warmth of the fire. He only paused long enough to retrieve Patrick's shotgun from the mud. Their eyes never lost contact except what was required to navigate the doorway and the scant furnishings of the shack. In moments they stood dripping onto the. "Come," she said at length, "come and make love to me."That was an invitation I seldom refused, especially after a spate of killing, survival must have had a role in that feeling. The small house was only one room with the beds tucked in the corners on the chimney side. She led me to hers, turned back the quilt and smiled up at me."I've been staying out of sight since they came," she said, untying her bodice while I took off my heavy belt and then stripped off my long-tailed shirt. "I was raped. We’ve been conditioning you to this for some time now — you have been successfully climaxing in response to this combination of stimuli about 60 percent of the time, as measured over your ten most recent trials. Hmmm, yes, a “fail” is about to roll off. So if you properly orgasm in response to my ejaculating down your throat this morning, you’ll be at 70%. If you recall, at 80%, you’ll be “certified” at this required skill.“Now, I know you know the drill, and I thought your efforts Tuesday. “You never brought it up, so I thought it would be rude to ask. What species are you exactly? I assumed you must be half-human, but only the Maliri have the same ears as you, and you don’t look all that blue to me,” he said with a grin.John smiled wryly and said, “According to Irillith, I’m the Mael’nerak.”Ceraden laughed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, keep your secrets then,” he said good naturedly.“Honesty, I don’t really know anything about my father, but my mother was Terran,” John said.