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“Um, no,” Victoria replied, eyes riveted to his straining dong again.“I don’t fudging know you and you didn’t deny that you’re an alien.You swam up on me without any warning and you’re naked.Not to mention sporting wood.”
He looked down and realized his erection was on full display this time.Again, he tried and failed to cover himself.“I’ve screwed this up,” he said mournfully.“You were supposed to fall for me and I was going to take you home to meet the others.”
“Yeah, you fudging failed big time, cork sucker,” she said in fake commiseration, backing away and abandoning her detergent, shampoo, conditioner and soap.At least she’d put her sneakers on to wash her clothes, since some of the rocks in the lake were sharp.
“Wait!”Camriel called out when she turned to flee.“What’s your name?”he called after her.
It was stupid, but she decided to answer him.“Victoria Tudor!”she called back, then ran down the path.She dodged behind a tree and peeked out to see he was still kneeling in the water.His huge shoulders were slumped and his head was hanging dejectedly.His dong was still standing at attention, which was both impressive and slightly disturbing.
“I hope Zoe can fix this,” she heard him mutter as he rose to his feet.He cast a wistful look over his shoulder, then waded back into the lake.
“Look at that azz,” Victoria said in a bare whisper.It was deliciously round and muscular.His thighs were just as amazing.She bit her knuckle to stop herself from calling him back.“He’s a cork sucking alien, Vic,” she reminded herself as he rapidly swam away.“He’s also not alone,” she added.He had a leader called Amaros and a female slave called Zoe.Or that’s what she figured a cambion was in his alien language.
She waited until she couldn’t sense or see him, then returned to the lake long enough to wash her jacket.Gathering the rest of her gear, she hurried back to the cabin.She had a feeling he wasn’t going to give up easily.He would be back soon, possibly with reinforcements.
“You had to wash everything, didn’t you, you fudging idiot,” she scolded herself.She hung everything up from the hooks on the walls, draping some items over the table and chairs.Pulling on wet trousers and a t-shirt, Victoria grabbed her sickle, a knife and her bow.She stood in front of the fire, trying to dry her clothes as fast as she could.
“They’ll be coming soon,” she predicted, expecting both male aliens to arrive.She didn’t care how hot Camriel was, she wasn’t about to let him turn her into his slave without a fight.
Chapter Twenty-Five
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CAMRIEL MENTALLY KICKEDhimself as he swam back across the lake.His connection to his cambion faded, but he could still feel her when he reached the shore.He pulled on his clothes and shoes, then reluctantly trudged back to the base.
The others were waiting for him in the great room.Zoe took one look at his glum face and shook her head.“What did you do, Camriel?”she asked, knowing he’d screwed up somehow.
“I asked Victoria to bond with me and she refused,” he said morosely, then sat down on the folding chair one of them had brought into the room.He’d figured out that Zoe had known her fellow cambion had arrived.It hadn’t been his turn to wash their clothes at all.
Amaros reached over to put his hand on his shoulder for a moment.“I’m sure it was a shock to hear about her true origins,” he said in commiseration.
“We didn’t get that far,” Cam admitted.
Grace didn’t look at all surprised.“Talk us through it,” she said.“Tell us everything that happened.”
Taking a deep breath, he laid it all out for them.“I sensed her and decided to swim across the lake to speak to her,” he began.The females exchanged a look, but allowed him to continue without interrupting him.“I heard her talking as she was washing her clothes,” he went on.“I stopped and hid behind a boulder in the water to work on a plan.”He could tell they didn’t think that had been such a great idea when they both frowned.
