He loved her far too much to endanger her life by taking too much of her life force. She had given him enough to complete his task, but she sensed he cherished her presence while he worked. Her love gave him all the reason he needed to continue.
Hours passed as the couple lay together on the treatment bed. Meanwhile, Rax had shown Mikki to the guest room in Calan and Ajha’s flat and got her fresh clothes. She showered and went to bed, but she couldn’t sleep because she worried about them. The aura she saw enveloping them was both awesome and frightening. She had never seen anything like it.
She was anxious that they might not come out of it. Mikki had fought for nearly two years to stay alive after she was separated from Ajha. Just when she was starting to lose hope that she would ever see Ajha again, the girl came through with her white knight to the rescue.
“Don’t you two die on me now,” Mikki muttered, pacing back and forth. She paused from time to time to stare at the couple willing them to stir or even better wake. At least they were breathing, but she couldn’t tell whether they’re getting better or worse.
“Ajha is fine, and Calan is getting better. His wound is well on the way to healing,” Rax assured her. “Healing a serious wound like that takes a lot of energy they will probably be asleep for several more hours while they renew.”
“You seem to know a lot about them,” Mikki said, turning to face the cyborg. He seemed to regard her with undisguised interest.
As she looked back at him, she realized he was damned attractive. He was big, a few inches shy of seven feet. He was square-jawed with a handsome face, sapphire blue eyes, and full male lips. His body was ripped with well-defined musculature, broad shoulders, narrow hips and brawny arms and legs. She wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over that magnificent body.
“We spent a lot of time working together the first couple days after he got here,” Rax said. “He shared memories with me and educated me about psions.”
“Is that when he taught you about medicine?”
“Yes. Calan knew what he was doing was dangerous.”
“Damn right,” she asserted. “He made them believe I was dead, then walked us out of there in front of everyone like we were invisible. I could hardly believe it while we were doing it.”
“That’s why so many people are afraid of psions,” Rax said moving closer. “The world his father was from had laws to control them that were highly discriminatory. They made life miserable for his parents while they were there.”
“When did Ajha get here?”
“About three months ago. She walked up on my third day activated,” Rax explained caressing her face with his eyes.
Mikki’s features were a little too hard for her to be classically beautiful. Her nose was a bit crooked from being broken, but her lips looked soft and kissable. Her smooth, fair skin was lightly freckled; her pallor indicative that she hadn’t seen much sunlight in the recent past. She was a big woman but with a pleasingly rounded figure, more muscle than fat.
Rax smiled at the wild array of her fiery hair puffed and snarly, with locks sticking up all over her head.
“What?” His open regard was a little unnerving.
Chapter Twelve
“You are beautiful,” he said guilelessly.
Mikki threw back her head and laughed heartily out loud.
“I didn’t say that to make you laugh, Mikki Pelker,” Rax frowned.
As she looked up into his eyes, she saw confusion.
“I’m sorry Rax, I’m not used to men calling me beautiful---but I kind of like it,” she smiled at him. “But I think I’m a little old for a gorgeous young thing like you.”
“Ajha said you are thirty-two, six years older than she is. I was made two hundred years ago but was in stasis until Calan found me,” he explained. He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “So, I am not so young as I look.”
“I guess. You sure look mighty fine,” she smiled faintly. Unable to resist, she flicked her eyes downward and noted his arousal. “Wow.”
Mikki looked back up at his face. At six feet herself, there were not that many men she had to look up at. Okay, he really didn’t look that much younger, and there was something about him that attracted her despite her attempts to resist it.
“You are my female,” he blurted.
“What does that mean?”
“That you are my genetic complement, you are meant to be my mate,” he confessed. “I want to be your mate.”
“Oh, baby, you may not be physically as young as you look but your mind is so young,” she said.
