That’s all it takes before she seizes up, clamping down on my finger and cock as her orgasm crashes over her, dragging mine along with it.
Her voice is hoarse from the hours of screaming she’s already done, and this peak is especially strong, judging by the gibberish that flows from between her plump lips. We’re breathing hard and soaked in sweat, seed, and fluids when we collapse against the bed.
All I can think of is curling up on the narrow platform, with Igid tucked against my chest, and sleeping for the next span. Instead, I gather her into my trembling, exhausted arms and take us to the cleanser.
Igid rouses only long enough for me to set her on her feet to wash, then as soon as she’s in my arms once more, her eyes fall shut and her breaths even out.
Back in her room, I lie her on the bed and hunt down my pants before crawling in next to her and tucking her against my chest. My eyes fall closed, and I’m dragged down into sleep as soon as I stop moving.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
IGID
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It feels like I’ve just barely closed my eyes when I suddenly startle awake. My cheek is pillowed on Brox’s heavily tattooed chest, which is gently rising and falling with his steady breaths. Using the pad of my finger, I slowly trace the flow of thick black lines across his golden chest and over his bulging shoulder. His head is tilted so his chin rests on the top of my head, and I sigh into his comforting warmth.
His arms are wrapped loosely around me, and we’re a tangle of arms and legs. The sweat, and other things, have been cleansed away, and I let his sunbaked earth and warm metal scent wash over me as I snuggle against him with a contented sigh.
My heat is over.
So I should go back to feeling indifferent about him, right? This was just a fuck, after all. An itch he helped me scratch.
Except, that isn’t how I feel at all.
As I float in post-coital bliss, I start to wonder why I fought these feelings so hard and for so long? Why was I so scared of this? This—this sense of connection and belonging. This sense ofrightness.Thisbondthat has bloomed around my heart.
I wonder how long it’s been since I found Brox in the med room. It doesn’t seem like it’s been nearly as long as my heats usually last. I let out an irritated huff; of course my suppressants would choose this moment to fail. Right in the middle of an important mission. What if Brox and I had—
My eyes snap open as a cold wash of reality suddenly slams into me.
My suppressants failed.
My heat cycle was shorter than I remember it ever being.
Neither of us used contraception.
Oh no.
Bolting upright, I wrap my arms around my chest while Brox continues to sleep. With the stresses of the mission relaxed away, I’m reminded he is a dozen revs younger than me. And yet, he is still the most handsome male I’ve ever laid eyes on, with the cocky upturn to his lips still there, even in sleep. One hand rests across his tight stomach, where his impressive abdominals ripple through his bronze skin before disappearing into his low-riding pants. His other arm is stretched across the bed where my body was.
“Oh, Igid. What have you done?”
My hands drop to my stomach, and then I bring them up to cover my mouth. How could I have let this happen? This was never meant to be my life. I was never meant to be someone’s mate. Someone’smother.
You don’t know, not yet. You’re worrying over nothing.
No, but the likelihood is there. The only reason for my heat cycle to be cut short is to give it exactly what it wants.
My stomach roils, and saliva fills my mouth as I scramble from the bed, needing to put some distance between us. Except I can’t seem to stop looking at him. Try as I might, my heart is no longer hardened toward him. Not after what we’ve shared. The way he pleasured me and took care of me.
Damnit! I never wanted to feel these things. Not for him, or for any male, for that matter. Panic surges through me as I start to pace back and forth across my small room. The mingling of our scents is everywhere, and it brings back memories of Brox fucking me with my legs braced against his shoulders. Makes me remember the way he felt deep,deepinside.
A tingling starts up in my core, and I turn and run from the room.
What am I going to do?My bare feet take me down the hall, and I don’t even realize where I’m going until I find myself in the med room. A plan starts to form. It’s a really bad plan, terrible actually, but I’ll deal with that later.
I start going through the shelves and then the drawers, pulling them out one by one and pawing through the vials and assorted medical paraphernalia. I have no idea what I’m even looking for until my foot kicks something, and I look down to see the injector pen Brox dropped when I interrupted him.
