"Pissing," he said matter of factly as he did just that.I averted my eyes, wondering if I'd ever get used to his casual relationship with nudity.I wasn't a prude, but I wasn't going to pee in front of him, ever.
"Why?"From the corner of my eye, I could see him shuffling around until he'd watered every nest.
"Percer boars are nest defensive.If they can smell a predator nearby, they won't bring a female here to lay her eggs.Hopefully, this buys us a little time if the pack has to choose a new breeding ground."
Planet invading aliens, relationship woes and now extraterrestrial monsters making babies; this apocalypse really had it all.
27 Dargo
Taz worked her wayaround the main fire and sat down next to me.Our argument from earlier had left a sour taste in my mouth and I looped an arm around her shoulders, eager to reclaim some of the closeness I'd worked so hard to build.
She gave me a surprised look but didn't pull away.
For a few minutes, I enjoyed the mesmerizing dance of the flames and the comforting familiarity of being surrounded by other males.Taz leaned back against my shoulder and took a drink from her cup.
"This stuff is nasty," she choked out, wiping her mouth on her arm.
I chuckled."No one said you had to drink it."
"I needed a buzz tonight."
I flicked my ear as my translator struggled to translate her words.Syto tech was powerful but they didn't give slaves the best translators and a good number of words she used just turned to gibberish in my ears.
"Can we call a truce?"I asked."I don't want to fight with you, and I believe we both have good intentions."
She sighed and took another drink.
"Good intentions or not, I'm not sure how either of us can ignore the situation."
I fought to keep my shoulders from tensing at the tone of her voice.
"Then we won't speak of it tonight."I needed time to think and the last thing I wanted was to drive her farther away.
Her slim body pressed against my side was filling me with a hunger that gentling had only stoked.I’d been so sure we’d be closer after consummating our mating, but if anything, Taz was putting up more barriers between us.
Maybe I'd done a poor job of pleasuring her yesterday.Nothing in my life had compared to the sensation of sinking into her tight heat.But gentling was not about the male, and if Taz felt that I'd cheated her out of her rightful pleasure, it would explain her bitterness today.
