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collapsed behind her and flung his arm over her body pressing tight against her, his lips in her neck raining small kisses.
    They lay quietly for a while until they’d caught their breaths.
    “I hate to break this up, my darling, but we’ve been at this for a while. We can’t chance Pierre and Danielle walking in on us,” Josias said, a regretful expression on his face. He kissed her and withdrew his limp cock. She felt Isan pull out as well.
    The men stood in all their naked glory gazing down at her as she lay on her back.
    “Haven, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” Isan said. “Your body is perfection.”
    “I wish—”
    “As do we,” Josias interrupted her before she could say more. “But we’re not in our own home. There will be more opportunities for us to be together.”
    Haven scrambled up and stood on her tiptoes to kiss each in turn. “I love you. I hardly believe how fast this has all happened, but our bonding is so solid, so soul touching, I feel one with you both.”
    * * * *
    During the next three days and nights on Anat, they learned a lot about the planet and its settlers. They found out there was only one small interplanetary ship the settlers used to travel to the closest planets to trade. They’d managed to snatch some brief time alone so Haven had a chance to probe her mates’ minds about fighting against the powers that be and to take a stand. They were in complete agreement with her, but they were also at a loss as to how to fight the Dahkhar authorities.
    They needed to come up with a plan, a strategy. They were without enough weapons, manpower, and more important—high powered ships able to engage in a battle if necessary. Not forgetting, somehow, some way, they needed to find the pockets of resistance, she was sure, must be on each and every planet.
    That day, Pierre had taken Isan and Josias to the mountains while she spent time with Danielle. The lovely French woman took her on a tour of the small village, its market and introduced her to various people. “Where do your children live, Danielle? How many do you have?”
    Danielle held up her hand. “Five, and six grandchildren. They live in other village.”
    “Wow, that’s a big family. Do you see…” Haven’s speech trailed off when she heard a very faint whistling sound high above her. Shading her eyes, she peered up at the sky and saw them using her enhanced vision chip. “Oh, my God! They’ve sent three fighters. We have to warn the men!” she shouted.
    Danielle stopped and looked up. “I can’t see them. They must be very far.”
    “They travel very fast, Danielle. They can travel faster than light. They will be here in a few hours.”
    “Pierre will return soon.”
    Danielle didn’t seem too worried, but Haven was terrified. The French woman had no idea what the fighters had the ability to do. They could flatten the village in a split second.
    Will they land and search the planet? The settler’s village? Or will they destroy the settlements without caring how many lives are lost. After all, they care very little about this planet, and what do a handful of settlers matter? How many war drones are on those ships? She knew each ship could hold at least ten, plus weapons and buzzard gliders. How many human soldiers had they sent? Haven had seen their gliders in action. There was no escaping them. She calculated Anat time by looking at the hazy sun’s position. Darkness would fall in about two hours. Danielle was right, the men would be back very soon. “Let’s go to your house and wait for the men, Danielle,” she suggested.
    “I just need to buy fish for le diner. We are at fish shop.”
    “I’ll wait.” Haven waited impatiently. She noticed Danielle chatting amiably with the woman behind the counter and wished she’d hurry. When they arrived back at the Blanchet’s house, the men were already there waiting for them.
    Haven ran to Isan and Josias. “Did you see them?”
    “See what?

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