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in months. Moments later she cried out, bucking against him.
    Her breathing hadn't yet returned to normal, when he was kneeling once more between her thighs. She stroked her fingers down his chest, the scales there pliant and softer than the hard armor-like scales on his shoulders and back.
    “I wish I knew your name.”
    “Myyne.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    “What?”
    The creature pointed to his chest. “Myyne.”
    She realized she hadn't actually tried to communicate with him before. She swallowed, awed. She knew from recent personal experience how talented his tongue was, but he could speak? Was speaking? And in direct response to her? How developed was his intelligence? It put an entirely new, deepening spin to this fragile relationship. “You are...‘Mine’?”
    His ear-fins twitched once in a reaction she believed was akin to a smile.
    She smiled too. “I am Lita. And I like you being Mine.” She nodded.
    “Stay.”
    It hadn't really crossed her mind that she would stay here. But none of this had crossed her mind at all before last week and the fated decision to come to the Amazon for a quickie.
    Doctorate, that is.
    On the other hand, she couldn't imagine taking Myyne back with her. They would kill him and dissect him. If he could even survive that long away from the great lagoon. Could she imagine leaving him here? She would never be able to be with another man, she was pretty sure about that. They would all be compared to a river creature that no one else would believe existed. She'd be locked up if she told anyone. At best. At worst, someone would come here looking and...ruin this primeval perfection.
    She took a breath and exhaled it. "I'm not so sure, yet, but...but maybe."
    He ran his webbed hands, deceptively spongy and warm, over her arms to her hips. “Mine.”
    It made her smile again. She'd truly never felt so protected and cherished. “Really?”
    He made the same gesture again, this time his hands went to her stomach and thighs. “Mine.”
    She looked into his large, expressive eyes. Expressive? Yes. What other scientists, other people, would see as frog-like and repulsive, she found strangely satisfying when they gazed upon her. She licked her lips and gave him a nod. The fin-like appendages flexed and she grinned a little. Then he pulled her close to him. He could have crushed her with his powerful arms in a second, snapping her spine or constricting her lungs. But she knew he never would. She smiled, more to herself this time and closed her eyes, listening against his alligator-like chest to the heart beating for her beneath and ran her hands along the olive colored ridges. After the demanding orgasm marathon, it wasn’t long till she dozed off, not caring for the moment if she woke with slime on her or not. Her limbs were heavy, lethargic, and she didn’t fight the overwhelming desire to sleep.
     
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    When she felt a tremor go through Myyne, concern forced her to see what had attracted his attention. She pried open her eyes as he rose and twisted around. Two creatures like him, one slightly shorter, the other similar in build but a much darker green, came from opposite tunnels. He growled a warning, but they had obviously come with a purpose. It was with dread she realized that ‘purpose’ was her. Suddenly, comprehension flooded her.
    Mating season.
    This place must draw the males and females, and the scents, the pheromones made everyone it called to absolutely crazy. These two newcomers smelled sex and, by appearances, she was an untaken female to be gained. She swallowed her alarm and withdrew as much behind Myyne as she could.
    He stood to his full height, arms outstretched and slightly raised, again giving the newcomers a chance to retreat before a fight broke out. But the heady scent of a fresh female had already taken over their thinking. The short one flicked out his tongue, tasting her fragrance. The larger lunged at Myyne, who met the blow and clenched his arms about