in it and he took a long pull.
Dylan growled again and Milo grinned, raised the bottle to the wolf, and drank.
They’d tried to kill him. There had been no warning. A few seconds later and he would have been at the center of the blast. Of course it might not have actually killed him—he was pretty much impervious to fire as his friend the priest had discovered. But the explosion would likely have blown him into little pieces if he’d been in the enclosed space of the shuttle, and that would have been very messy. He took another drink and realized he was glad to be alive.
He cast a sideways glace at Destiny. She looked drained and exhausted and probably half-drunk as well. It sounded like she had saved his life.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“I didn’t want you to die.”
He shifted closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulled her close, and shut his eyes. “I didn’t want to die, either.” She rested her head on his shoulder and he felt the tension drain from her. Then she sat up straight and he opened his eyes reluctantly. “What?”
“You can’t change into a dog as well, can you?”
He snorted. “No. Only one dog here.”
The weredog in question rose to his feet, shook his body, then cast them a dirty look. He peered around, then crossed to where Milo’s bag lay on the floor, grabbed it in his teeth, and stalked into the tunnels. Milo chuckled and pulled Destiny closer again. Soon he would have to get up and think about what to do next. They needed to contact Rico. Could Destiny really work the comm unit on the spaceship? And could it be made to reach out as far as the Trakis Two? It was worth a try. If not, they were going to have to steal something from one of the other ships. Or from Camelot. Kinross was clearly communicating with the other planets.
That was for later. Now, he just wanted to sit here and think of nothing except how good Destiny felt in his arms. He shifted again and pulled her onto his lap, held her cradled against him, all warm and soft.
He tugged at her so she straddled his hips and he buried his face in the curve of her throat, breathing her in. He licked her skin and tasted the saltiness of sweat. Her eyes were closed, and he stroked his thumb over her lower lip, then kissed her. She tasted of whiskey and warm woman, and his cock stirred in his pants.
He didn’t want to think.
She was kissing him back, her tongue pushing inside his mouth, her hands in his hair, and he winced as pain shot through his head. He didn’t stop her, though. He could put up with a little pain. She pressed down against him, rubbing herself against his growing erection, small moans emerging from her throat as she tried to get closer.
Someone cleared their throat directly above them, and Destiny went still on him, pulling away slightly and staring into his eyes. Her lower lip coming out.
He lifted his gaze to Dylan. “Fuck off.”
“Sorry, I don’t like to spoil your fun, but we have things to do. Important things.” He didn’t sound at all sorry. He turned his attention to Destiny. “And I’m a were-fucking-wolf thank you very much,” Dylan said. “Never call me a dog again.”
He was pulling a T-shirt over his head. One of Milo’s. He’d obviously trashed his clothes when he’d shifted and helped himself to Milo’s stuff. Probably taken the last bottle of whiskey as well.
Destiny sighed but pushed herself to her feet and held out a hand to him. He took it and stood up, running his free hand over the lump at the back of his head and trying not to flinch.
“Does it hurt?” Destiny asked. She sounded as though she cared.
“I’ll live.”
“I’ll take a look at it when we get to the ship. I read a book on first aid.”
“What about me?” Dylan asked. “I got shot.”
“You look all right to me,” Milo said. He was quite aware that once the werewolf had shifted, he would have healed the bullet wound. So he could stop whining and trying to get sympathy. Though he supposed Dylan had carried him most of the way back from the shuttle.
“Thank you,” he said.
Dylan grinned. “That didn’t hurt a bit, did it?”
Milo ignored him, just turned around and strode back along the corridor to the spaceship. He headed for the