“Yes, sir?” the older male appeared in the hallway ahead of me.
“Bring me something to wear to dinner,” I said. “I’ll be with my mate.”
Cora was curled in her bed, reading on her frame with Mr. Darcy guarding her feet.
“Hello, wife,” I said, striding in.
Cora’s face lit up, and she tossed her frame into the pillows. “Yiri.”
I approached the side of the bed, and she rose onto her knees, reaching for me. Fuck dinner, if she wanted?—
“Is this blood?” she gasped, plucking at my shirt.
“Must have got on me when I was throwing chum to my cekets,” I said. “Nothing to worry about.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You and the cekets,” she muttered.
I thumbed her chin, smiling down at her. “I’ll introduce you to them soon,” I promised. “Can you swim?”
“No.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“No, I mean, Icanswim,” she said, “but not with sharks! Are you crazy?”
“I’ll tell you about them at dinner,” I said. “I’m sorry I’m running late. I need to clean up.”
She nodded, eyeing the blood on my shirt. “I’ve already bathed, but I guess I should get dressed.”
A few minutes later, I stepped out of her shower and wrapped a towel around my waist before heading back to Cora’s bedroom.
“Did Takka bring my clothes?” I asked, drying my hair with a second towel.
“They’re on the bed,” she called from her dressing room. “Should I wear the shoes in here or my heels?”
A crisptap tap tapsounded on the stone floor as she entered the bedroom and stopped halfway to me muttering, “Holy shit.” Her lips parted in surprise as her eyes skimmed my body.
Holy shit was right. She was wearing the same clothing she’d worn in her profile image on BMM, complete with the makeupshe calledcat eyes, and the pretty little shoes that made her feet arch and lifted her a few inches closer to my hungry mouth.
“There are some things in there,” she gestured over her shoulder at the dressing room, “and if I look ridiculous in this, I’ll wear one of the… uh… dresses? But they’re so skimpy, Yiri. On Earth, they would make good swimsuit cover-ups for supermodels.”
“This is young,” I said, shaking my head. “Her idea of fashion is… questionable.”
“I haven’t seen any other women, yet,” Cora said, picking at her clothes. “Am I going to look stupid wearing Earth clothes to dinner?”
“You don’t look stupid,Aneah,” I said, crossing the distance to her. “You look….” I swallowed again before I found the right word. “Dangerous.”
Her lashes fluttered against her cheek as her hand rose to my chest, her fingers tracing over the ceket marked on my skin. “Then we match?”
My hands tightened in a bold, uninvited grip on her hips, but my little mate liked it. Her sweet nectar filled the air, and her lips parted in a surprised littleO.
“I can’t wait to show you how perfectly matched we are,” I said, my voice rough with need. I pulled her close, my cock pressing hard into her belly, the towel around my hips not doing the job when it came to modesty. Her cheeks flushed with pretty color, her fingertips sending a ripple through my abdomen as they slid downward, edging under the towel.
“Yiri.” My name sounded like music on her lips. This was it. She was going to ask me to mate with her. Should I bend her over the foot of her bed and pound her little cunt good and hard for making us wait so long? Or should I take it slow and make it sweet for her? I’d get around to both eventually, but being gentle wouldn’t come easily at first. My teeth ached to bite into her. Theback of her neck, the hard little buds on her breasts, the curve of her thigh. My mouth pooled with saliva just thinking about it.
Come on, Aneah.Ask me to to fuck you until you see stars.
A knock at the door startled Cora and doused my fervor like a bowl of ice water.
