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“I’m not chipped, Sedona. Ship replicator.” He decided on the simplest explanation.

“Space ship?”

“Celestial. Looks like a space ship.”

“Where is it?”

“Not anywhere close to Area 51. Or any ET facility.”

“Are we headed there, Volcano? Your ship?”

“Not yet. It would be too dangerous for both of us.”

“So. Let me get this straight. Dark Masters are after us, not merely their minions.”

“Minions up to Masters.”

“Why not just eliminate the Masters? If you know who they are.” Sedona let him reposition her, so he basically cradled her on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.

He had to be six foot, at least and brawny enough, but his physique appeared most suited to martial arts. Goddess, it had to be ages since a man actually touched her this way, held her close this way. Man? He was still a boy in her book.

“All in the divine timing. Right now your protection is my duty.”

“Great,” she murmured, feeling a bit drowsy, “just what I wanted to be—someone’s duty.”

“Rest, Sedona. We’ll need to travel a long distance.”

“Where?” she murmured, feeling a relaxation she hadn’t known in years.

“Nowhere. Everywhere.”

“Volcano, you’ve got all the answers,” she whispered, the need to sleep irresistible.

“No, you do,” he whispered.

They required each other on Earth, the joining of their essences, their force greater than the whole. Their synergy would be their salvation. Subtly, he encouraged her frequencies to him, and combined his force with her. Volcano wasn’t prepared for the sudden jolt of pleasure. He soared fiercely without wings.

He was glad she didn’t know. Her exhaustion prevented knowing, and feeling his pleasure. This time. As soon as he could, he flashed his awareness back to her vehicle. Agents in SS Black tore it apart, searching like hellhounds. They also scoured with electronic devices, gathering all available DNA.

The woman appeared quickly on the scene, model slim, but of average height. Wearing a black trenchcoat and black fedora, she obviously held a position of high rank. Instantly the team leader approached her. “Special Agent Chokynkos, only an off-gridder. No evidence of rebel activity. Here is the report so far.”

Special Agent Chokynkos authoritatively gripped the palm device, glanced. “She is a woman of interest to Homeland Central. Where is she?”

“As my report details we believe she was aboard a flyer cycle, behind the rider. They have disappeared. Rider had an escape route planned. We had surveillance until the drones were lost. Drones are up now, searching.”

“If you capture them both alive, your promotion and rise in salary are assured, Team Leader Wilson. If you terminate them consider your position stable. Only within your designated sector, of course. Have the van brought to Base. Continue.”

“Yes, Special Agent. What makes this off-gridder important?”

“Her age. That’s all you need to know, Team Leader.”

“Of course. From the hippy dippy rebellion.”

“I see there is no indication of her destination, Team Leader.”

“No map. No electronic indication or contact found. Is a Psychic reader being used?”

“Being accomplished as we speak, Team Leader. Currently no information that will assist you.”

Volcano pulled his awareness back. Feeling the presence of three remote viewers, he placed a curtain of energy around them, diffusing and confusing their sight.

Something he hadn’t realized, the Masters of Darkness had flagged Sedona’s genetic profile, either as a natural rebel against them, or as a Sixth Senser who used her mental abilities to fight them, and their regime. He knew she battled them psychically, and had viewed her energy creations destroy their evil. What she didn’t realize was her white-fierce effectiveness as an angel incarnate.

Even now, the two Psychics Hunters directed by the Special Agent, could be tracking Sedona, by both her genetic profile and her energy profile. Closing his eyes, Volcano communed with his Source, a frequency currently untraced by the Masters of Darkness. With guidance received, he placed himself in a state of rest until it was time to leave.

The dream had been melodic, an overwhelming sweetness of mood. Scintillating light surrounded her, embraced her lovingly, then the ache began. She didn’t recognize it at first, only as she gradually awakened, and only as the burning intensified. Intensifying to a savage need between her thighs. Her clit burned with an overwhelming need for hot sex and relief.

Her sexual ache making her delirious, Sedona didn’t remember where she was, or what had occurred. Wilder and wilder, she burned, the need so powerful it seemed to own every cell of her. As she awakened fully, she clenched her thighs tight, and suddenly remembered. Oh Goddess, no! He held her, the unusual kind young man. It wasn’t like she could reach down, and pleasure herself to orgasm.

Her eyelids flew open. Frantic, she forced herself not to squirm, but her need scorched out of control, the ache absolutely brutal. “Goddess,” she burst out on a repressed breath. “Sorry,” she whispered, her hand gripping the lapel of his jacket. It felt like leather, strange satin leather. “It won’t go away.”

“Sedona, let me–”

She gritted her teeth, and panted. “Put me down. Turn around, will you?”

“How?” His hand slid beneath the elastic waistband of her heavy knit cargo pants, feeling warm and wonderful on her bare belly. “How do you
—
”

“No!” she cried out, grabbing his arm.

“I can’t put you down.”

His voice, hot and dark as coffee, flowed over her.

“Why not?” Before she could halt herself, she undulated beneath his hand, spread so deliciously on her belly. Her clit wanted him, horribly and painfully wanted him.

“I can’t protect you from the remote viewers that fast. Let me, Sedona.”

Hot sizzle, his voice, an impossible sizzle. As if she was actually desirable. She let go of his arm. “On top.” She forced the image toward his mind, of what she meant, then hoped. Her awful embarrassment raged as she squeezed her eyelids shut.

Caressing upwards from her belly, he firmly pressed his hand on top of her pants, and between her thighs. Her groan slipped out. Wildly, frenzied, she bucked to the heel of his hand. Goddess! He felt good. Fantasy steamy good!

For long enough she abandoned herself to the feel of his hand pressing down on her clit. All the while ecstasy simmered through her, until she soared into the rapture of nothingness. And floated, captured by her orgasm.

Sedona knew she had to come down. And she didn’t want to, because he would be there. A boy. A man-boy. Excruciating embarrassment waited for her. Damn it, she didn’t want to deal with it. She’d already dealt with everything under the effing sun. Still, she thumped down. That’s what it felt like. She thumped down, breathing heavily, still laying in his lap, her flesh still humming with pleasure.

She opened one eye. Then both of her eyes popped open. His hand throbbed with orangish, whitish light. She glanced up at his face. What the? Shocked, she stared at his pleasured features. His eyes were closed, his mouth curved in a smile of sweet ferocious satiation. Stunned, she waited, and had not a clue what to think, or what to feel.

“Sedona?” he softly questioned.

“Nothing,” she muttered, not sure what to ask about anyway. Her curiosity raced a mile a minute. Questions surfaced like bubbles in champagne.
Champagne
, the image took over her mind—pouring, the pale amber fizzing, bubbling over the rim of the flute—why?

She shook her head, then rose upwards, suddenly thirsty. “Water. My bag.”

Setting her on her feet, Volcano let go of her, his hands a gentle caress. Sedona felt his gaze as she opened her giant red bag. Rummaging quickly, she pulled out her bottled water, then drank until her throat no longer felt parched.

“If you don’t mind germs.” She offered him the bottle, and met his gaze.

“Immune, by special dispensation.” Volcano took the bottle, wanting the essence of her in the water, more than the water.

Given the power of his orgasmic bliss with her, he had decided there would be a rule change, by his sacred right to choose it. He wanted earthly pleasures with her.

Standing, he drank, then handed the bottle back to her. She wouldn’t touch his fingertips. “We need to leave. You will have to change garments. I have them on the cycle.”

Sedona took a step back as the bubble sphere dissolved. “What kind of
garments
?” She thrust the mostly empty bottle back inside her bag, immediately picking it up. Huge freaking surprise, he wasn’t looking at her with disgust, as if she could be his grandmother. She quivered inside.

Volcano took the bag from her shoulder. “Similar to mine, Sedona. Chameleon in nature.” Intentionally he allowed his garments to change, matching the color of their surroundings.

“Cool.” Feeling like a fifth grader, when she’d first discovered the hip word, she’d spoken too enthusiastically. “More protection,” she added in her serious voice,
moving beside him as he turned in the direction of the cycle.

“Yes. And more in capability. You’ll learn as we go.”

Sedona stifled the question of ‘go where’
–
since he hadn’t answered before. “Remote viewers?” she asked instead.

“Three. Once they found your vehicle. They didn’t see us.”

“But you saw them.”

“Not in detail. I watched the investigation. A special agent showed, direct from Homeland Central.”

“Yeah, they don’t show on a mere off-gridder case. I am in trouble.” Sedona heaved a sigh. “Better dead than in their bed,” she repeated the popular saying among off-gridders. Too late, the Freudian slip struck her. However they approached the cycle, already humming gently, and illuminated.
“Alive?” she asked, aware of bio-tech vehicles.
“Spirit alive, created from my essence.”

“Good job.” Instantly she wondered at the appropriateness of her remark, since he seemed like a high being of some kind.

He opened the compartment, placed her bag inside, then opened the compartment on the other side, and withdrew garments similar to his. Ooooh, bold purple, one of her favorite colors.

“It will fit,” he assured her as if he knew the feminine nature.

He probably does know it.
Sedona tingled with the remembrance of what he knew. “Crap!” she murmured, cranky with him, with herself.

She flung off her clothes. What the hell use was it now to ask him to be the proverbial gentleman. Rebellion boiled her blood. Maybe one look at her aged naked body would turn him off.

Then again, maybe his kind didn’t just see the ‘physical’.

Not looking at him, she took the leather-like pants he handed to her. Stepping into the pant legs, she pulled them up. The fabric, leather, whatever the material, conformed to her shape. “Why purple?” She reached out for the jacket. Glimpsing his gaze, she scowled to herself, quickly shoving her arms inside the sleeves.

Before she could zip up, he stood before her, slowly zipping up the front, almost as if he planned to be her lover, not that she really knew what that felt like anymore. A man who wanted to be her lover.

“Your spiritual aura, Sedona. The color cannot be otherwise, except as you will need it to change like a chameleon, to fit into our surroundings
.”

“Oh.” She didn’t ask him how she ‘chameleon operated’ the garments, or if she was required to do anything at all. Holy sci-fi!

But Goddess! The fabric felt like the silkiest air around her. She shut her eyes, breathed and simply appreciated. For one moment, she truly appreciated. “Comfortable,” she offered.

Opening her eyes, she met his eyes and silver flares leapt toward her. He turned away, picked up her clothing. Folding rapidly, he placed them in the compartment, then grabbed up the helmet, coming to her again. “Quick, Sedona. They are at the cave opening where I want them.”

Glad her hair was coiled up tightly, and out of the way, she took the helmet. “Why do you want them at the opening?” Astonished by the light-weight, she strapped it on.

He tipped up her chin, grinned briefly. “No time for a full explanation. Consider it divine order. From now on whenever the divine urge strikes, follow it, Sedona. No matter how bizarre it seems to you.”

She half-nodded, not knowing what he meant, except how she currently followed her ‘divine urges’. He pivoted, mounted the cycle. “Tight,” he ordered as she swung behind him.

Somewhat irritated by his tone, Sedona clamped her arms around his waist. They shot forward.
Like from a cannon,
she finished, knowing why he had ‘big boss’ spoken.
The walls of the cave whizzed past her
gaze at a dizzying pace
. Sedona clenched her eyes shut, keeping her claustrophobia squashed down.