Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I stroke my fingers through her hair. “Candy?”
She moans. “Don’t even tease me like that.”
With a grin, I pull the pouch from my pocket and hand it to her. Her wide eyes twinkle with excitement as she hurries to open it. The scent permeates the air and she gasps.
“Butterscotch?”
“Not exactly,” I say. “They’re goldenroot candies. Galen hopes they are to your satisfaction.”
She plucks one from the bag and sticks it on her tongue. Her eyes flutter closed and she moans. The good kind of moan. When she reopens her eyes, a foreign emotion swims in them.
“Breccan?”
“Yes, Madam Commander?”
“You did well. Very well.” She smiles. “I want a kiss.” Her eyes darken and she straddles my lap, where my aching cock is hard beneath her. “With tongue.”
12
Aria
I still haven’t told Breccan I have his armband.
I know I should, but I can’t keep from thinking I may need it at some point. Besides, he got a new one anyway, so it’s not like he misses it. Life with the morts has been…indescribable. In my roles back home, I used to act out the happy family, but here…here I’m starting to actually feel it. It’s a feeling I don’t want to lose, and I know if I were to tell him I stole the armband, and have been holding onto my little backup plan, it would destroy that happiness.
We lie in bed, my body still frozen in the aftereffects of the toxica, a few mornings after the unbelievable date they’d planned for me. The paralyzing effects aren’t as strong as they used to be, and I’ve also come to enjoy the way they prolong and enhance my pleasure. It was an aspect I hadn’t considered the first time it happened, that giving into it, trusting him to take care of me, would heighten the sensations and draw them out.
“What consumes your thoughts, my mate?” Breccan asks as his claws rake patterns down my bare back.
I smile against his chest, feeling more content than I’ve ever been in my life despite my worries. “I’m happy.”
His claws retract and the smoothness of his fingertips replaces them. He cups the cheeks of my ass and spreads my legs over his hips. I can feel the pleasant thrust of his cock between my thighs and it makes me sigh.
“This brings me pleasure. All I want is to make you happy.”
“And what would make you happy, Breccan?” He presses me more firmly against the growing hardness between us. “Besides that,” I say, but my voice is practically a purr. It should be against the law how skilled these aliens are at lovemaking. Well, my alien anyway.
“You are all I need to be happy.”
I blurt the next words, unaware they were even a fear until they spill from my lips. “What if I never get pregnant?”
We’ve been having sex pretty much daily since I woke up, except for a few days when he was “courting” me. The worry is plain on Avrell’s face each time he does a scan and informs me again and again that I’m not pregnant. Breccan, however, has been stoic, resolute. If he worries, he’s never let me see it.
He tips up my chin to study my face. His own is serious as he considers his words. My mate may be hotheaded and stubborn as a mule, but he’s a leader for a reason and I’m, cautiously, learning to trust him. “Has this been bothering you, my mate?”
I shift uncomfortably. “Sort of…I mean, that’s the whole reason you wanted to keep me. If I don’t ever get pregnant, then all of this was for nothing.”
My heart is in my throat as I study his face, but he merely smiles. “Mortania, there are other females who can produce young.” His eyes turn predatory. If my whole body wasn’t lax from the toxica it would have melted at his words. “If it worries you this much, we can always put more effort into breeding.”
“More effort?” I screech. “You have me in the morning before rounds at the command center and at night before sleep. Sometimes you find me in the middle of the day! If we put more effort into it, we’d never leave the bed.”
He takes my mouth for a searing kiss. “I’d be okay with that.”
Our morning antics make Breccan late for his rounds, but he merely growls and stalks off, a pleased smile on his lips. A smile I put there.
I can only hope what I plan to do next won’t steal that smile away for too long.
Once I settled into my life as a part of the faction, Hadrian and Oz had fought to give me tours to familiarize me with the layout of the facility. The cryochamber is down in the medical bay next to Avrell’s office. I head there once Breccan is out of sight and hope no one stops me along the way.