My nipples didn't need hardening but the cool air from the air conditioning above made them that little bit harder until they ached."What a great set ...f fucking tits." I heard one of them curse."I know, tell me about it," I heard the other respond. "I wanted them the moment I set eyes on her."Recognising the voice of the grey-haired man I tilted my head around and they both smiled at me, still with my breasts in their hands. After giving them a satisfied smile of approval I turned back around. Small alcoves, open to the hall, lay off both sides. The last two were the only ones occupied but just one held my interest."Talon!" I breathed, shifting half-way back to human as soon as I saw him."Carefully," Marcus cautioned, putting a restraining hand on my shoulder. "We don't know what state he's in."Taking a deep breath, I leaned towards the still form of my mate. I couldn't see much in the dark other than his lack of clothes and rapid, shallow breathing. I could smell the old blood that. For today, at least. On more leisurely mornings (or those where he's nicked me with the razor) he'll sometimes soak a washcloth in the stuff and press it painfully into my crotch, leaving the stinging astringent to fester as he readies himself for work. Or, if in a particularly cruel mood, take the razor strop and deliver, without warning, one full-strength stroke right across my bare sex. Sometimes two. Nothing I can do, being bound defenseless. You can see why I dread mornings. But shaving is. Fuck, he told himself, that was stupid, and we still have to make at least three trips to move the meat on into the ice cave. But the grin never left his face as he thought about all those pecans they now had.His feet were dry, but still not as warm as he would like for them to be when he put his boots back on. “You want to help again, Lobo? We have all that meat to move to the ice cave.”Lobo grabbed his harness and brought it over to Morales just as Gertrude, Abigail and Hortense, with the.