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" Dagon left his office and made his way down to the infirmary.
Adaos looked up when he entered.
Eliana lay curled on her side, covered by a sheet. Though dark wavy tresses hid much of her face, she appeared to be sleeping deeply.
“She still rests,” Adaos murmured.
“Her injuries?”
“All damage to her skeletal system has healed completely. Some of the damage to her musculature and skin has as well. The damage to her organs is still repairing.”
“Did you give her a silna to accelerate her healing?” Even with the serum, it would take Segonian warriors longer to recuperate from such wounds.
Adaos shook his head. “A silna wasn’t necessary. Her ability to repair and regenerate rivals that of the Sectas with their nanodocs.”
“Amazing.” Dagon crouched next to the bed. Reaching out, he gently drew the hair back from Eliana’s face and tucked it behind her ear. “She’s too thin,” he whispered, noting the prominent cheekbones. Though the burns had healed, some of the cuts and bruising remained. “Did you provide her with sustenance before she fell asleep?”
“Yes. I also fed her fluids and nutrition intravenously.”
“She doesn’t like needles.”
“She slept through it.”
Eliana’s eyelashes fluttered. Her lids rose, revealing deep brown eyes bereft of the amber glow. She studied him a moment, then offered him a sleepy smile. One small hand burrowed out from under the covers and stretched toward him. Soft fingers came to rest on his cheek and stroked the stubble there. “Dagon.”
Warmth unfurled in his chest at the tender touch. His pulse picked up its pace. “Eliana. "
― Dianne Duvall , The Segonian (Aldebarian Alliance, #2)
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" No one waited in line at the counter, thanks to Dagon and Eliana’s tardy entry.
“Morning, Kusgan,” she trilled when the elder Segonian stepped up to the counter.
Kusgan greeted her with a wide smile. “And how are you today, ni’má?”
“Hungry,” she declared. “What do you have for me? Something spicy, I hope?”
“Indeed.” When Kusgan turned his attention to Dagon, his eyes sparkled with amusement as though he had guessed just how and with whom she had worked up an appetite. “And for you, Commander?”
“The usual.”
His lips twitched. “A larger portion perhaps?”
Dagon laughed. “I would appreciate that, yes.”
Heat crept up her neck to her cheeks. As Kusgan turned away and headed into the kitchen, she leaned closer to Dagon and whispered, “Am I blushing? Because I feel like he’s guessed why I’m so hungry and you’re all smiles this morning.”
He regarded her cheeks with a grin. “Yes, you’re blushing.”
Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face. “Curse my pale skin,” she grumbled. “It won’t let me hide anything.”
“Would it make you feel better if Iblushed?”
She peeked up at him through her fingers. And as she watched, his cheeks flushed a vivid pink, demonstrating anew his ability to change his coloring at will.
Laughing in delight, she dropped her hands. “Yes!” Then she poked him in the chest as the heat in her own cheeks faded. “I dare you to walk around like that all day.”
Smiling, he abandoned the pink camouflage and let his face return to its natural color. “If I did, the men would get no work done because they’d all be too busy wondering what the srulyou did in bed that left me blushing for hours afterward.”
Eyes widening, she laughed. “You’re right. Don’t do it. "
― Dianne Duvall , The Segonian (Aldebarian Alliance, #2)
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" Grenade, Eliana,” Dagon warned, his voice coming over the comm seconds before an e-grenade sailed past her shoulder.
It detonated as it hit the door.
Flames and sparks and hot air rushed toward her, but didn’t slow her at all as the grenade he’d lobbed blasted a substantial hole in the door.
“Thanks, babe,” she called as she dove through it.
A throat cleared. “Did she just call our commander babe?”
“Shut up,” Dagon retorted.
She laughed. “Would you prefer I call him sugarboo instead?”
“Srul, yes,” Maarev responded as snickers carried over the comm. "
― Dianne Duvall , The Segonian (Aldebarian Alliance, #2)
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" His heart stuttered to a halt, then began to slam against his ribs. The first gentle brush of her lips hit him like an electrical current. His breath caught. Hers did, too. She drew back a fraction to stare up at him with wide eyes that acquired an amber glow.
Then Dagon slid his arms around her and locked her against him. Dipping his head, he claimed her lips with greater urgency, letting her feel the heat that had been flaying him inside ever since she had walked onto his bridge, fully recovered from her wounds, and drawn him into a hug.
Moaning, she parted her lips.
Dagon slipped his tongue inside to stroke hers, deepening the kiss, teasing and tantalizing until she inched even closer. "
― Dianne Duvall , The Segonian (Aldebarian Alliance, #2)
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" Ethan stared at Krysta. A teasing gleam entered his eyes, making Étienne narrow his own as his hackles rose. Offering Krysta a flirtatious grin, Ethan said, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”
In a heartbeat, Étienne drew a dagger and threw it.
The hilt struck Ethan right in the center of his forehead, snapping his head back. “Ow! Shhhhit! What the hell, man?”
Krysta gaped up at Étienne, who squirmed as everyone at the table stared at him.
He cleared his throat , but didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t really meant to do that. He had just reacted.
“Oh yeah,” Sheldon said. “He has fallen and he has fallen hard. "
― Dianne Duvall , Darkness Rises (Immortal Guardians, #4)
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" As he teased her lips with his tongue, she palmed his erection. “Want to do something about this while we wait for the cleanup crew to arrive?” She sure as hell did. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline still coursing through her veins or just knowing that he wanted her, but she was already wet for him, her body tingling and desperate for his touch.
“That depends ,” he whispered against her lips, leaning into her. “How do you feel about making love in front of an audience?”
“That’s not my thing either,” she admitted. She had never been an exhibitionist.
A throat cleared. “Then you might want to step away from my brother,” Richart drawled behind them, “so I won’t get an eyeful.”
Krysta yanked her hand away so fast you’d think Étienne’s crotch had caught fire.
Spinning around, she found Richart standing there with one eyebrow raised. "
― Dianne Duvall , Darkness Rises (Immortal Guardians, #4)
