“Are they intelligent creatures?” I asked.
“Yes. Very. They just can’t speak for themselves.”
“What you did was honorable,” I said.
“I agree,” Trax added.
She shook her head. “I destroyed property. I was in jail for it and chose the Brides Program instead of a ten-year sentence.”
“Ten years’ punishment for protecting the weak and defenseless?” That sounded ridiculous. What kind of planet was Earth?
“Yes.”
The collars were a powerful thing. I sensed so much and knew what was required.
I stood, moved to a hidden compartment near the bedchamber. I had not planned to ever claim a mate, but I was a doctor. I was prepared. Always.
I removed the box and caught Trax’s eye, felt his excitement as he recognized what I held. “What you did was honorable,” I repeated. “Defending the weak, the vulnerable. Both are excellent traits. Traits we want in a mate. I am proud of you.”
I felt her surprise and… pleasure at the praise. Not physical pleasure, but a sense of reassurance. I wasn’t done.
“You please me, mate.”
“Us,” Trax said.
I looked to him. Nodded. “Now it is time for us to show you how two Prillon warriors pleasure their mate.”