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A young man's fantasy -- escape to adventure, intrigue, and romance! Adlet, an passionate engineering student, has a lot to learn about vampires, survival in the space lanes and life aboard a smuggling ship! Fortunately Drake, Ferda and Rand have plenty to teach him.
The mortals were there. Rand heard the heartbeats as he lay, slowly surfacing from the deep of day sleep. Adlet! Rand was up and pulling on a zipsuit and out the door in movements, almost tripping over a bulging kit bag and a pile of boots and a fishing rod and reel. A fishing rod? Where the hell did Adlet think they were headed? To a relaxation station? For one sneaking moment Rand wondered why, in all the wide universe, he'd asked a mere striping to join him, but then he heard the stripling's definitely adult voice. Rand's toes curled in anticipation. And what that smooth warm voice did to his cock was better that a mortal wet dream. "I didn't mean to harm him. I wouldn't!" Dear me! Adlet was het up over something. A tiff with a friend over parting? "Maybe not, but what you did was a threat none the less. You never, ever, encroach on a sleeping vampire's territory. Not if you plan to live to be old enough to join a survey team." Freda sounded just like a scolding grandma -- not surprising really. "Now keep still!" Rand walked onto the quarterdeck, just in time to hear Adlet's "Ouch!" as Freda sprayed healant over his bleeding chest. "What the hell?" The sight of fresh blood on firm chest had Rand fanging. "What happened?" Adlet jumped. Ferda grabbed his shoulder. "Keep still. That has to set or I'll need to spray it all over again and we don't have unlimited medsupplies." The sexiest pout scrunched up Adlet's mouth, but he kept still, holding his arms out at his sides, as Ferda finished cleaning off his chest. "What the hell happened?" Rand repeated. He was close enough to smell the sweet warmth of Adlet's fresh blood. Much more and his cock would rip his zipsuit apart. Ferda had already noticed. Her eyebrows went up and a funny, lopsided smile quirked her mouth. "Better explain, Adlet. Before Drake does it for you." "I doubt I could." Drake announced from his perch in the navigator's seat. "Adlet?" Rand closed his hand over Adlet's upper arm, and watched the rich blood oozing from the deep scratches. Funny how long it took mortals to heal. Once he'd bled like that. No more. "What happened to you?" The blush was quite sweet but not much of an answer. "It wasn't my fault!" "Yes it was!" Ferda would have done nicely as a break-in sergeant for green recruits. "It was altogether your fault! Stop whining and wingeing. You're dealing with vamps now. Tell Rand what you did, and hope he doesn't decide to leave you behind." The threat took care of the blush. Adlet paled before Rand's eyes. "For pity's sake, Adlet, spit it out! What the hell did you do?" Adlet bit his lip and after a nervous glance at both Ferda and Drake said, "I was trying to find a place to stow my gear and..." He took a deep breath and went on. "I opened the wrong door. I didn't knows" "Stop making excuses!" Ferda snapped. "What did I warn you? Want to piss off both of them?" "What door did you open?" Not that he needed telling. "Drake Varna's," Adlet said with a gasp and a very nervous glance in Drake's direction. "I didn't mean any..." A glance at Ferda and he stopped his protest. "You walked into Drake's quarters when he was sleeping?" What did Adlet have behind those beautiful blue eyes? Stardust? Sawdust?
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