When Arc pulls back from me with wide eyes, that’s partly Chrys’ fault too.
She crawls to the edge of the bed and Risk kisses her.
Her smile is mischievous, and I can only think of one reason why… “Is she?”
“Yes.” Arc groans again and drops his forehead to mine.
When she sits back on her knees, licking a dribble of stolen cum from her lips, I curse. She’d wrapped her lips around the dildo so greedily…
Arc drags a finger under my cock, and the ridges flare as I come across Risk’s back.
“What a waste,” he says with a low chuckle, reaching over his shoulder to swipe at it.
I grip Arc’s cock, holding tight to the base, notching my finger against this lowest ridge, and I aim it like a gun before I send a thought to him that makes him come instantly.
It sprays across Risk’s face and chest, and his eyes screw shut, tongue already flicking out
And I look at Chrys and wonder how dangerous it would be to teach her how to say, “Mestava.”
Breed me.
CHAPTER
SIX
ARC
Riann’s officeis in the center of Ilidi City. The white pillar climbs into the sky until it disappears into the green mist of the morning’s clouds.
I’ve never liked these buildings. I’ve never enjoyed the view from the top, so I wait in the lot, leaning against my car until Riann joins me.
It’s quieter out here anyway.
“You could have come up,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it.
A woman walks past us with a tablet clutched close to her chest, ogling him, and considers interrupting us to ask if he’d like to go out with her and her mate sometime. She rethinks her plan a moment later, and not for the first time.
“Do they all look at you like that?”
He sighs. “I made the mistake of doing an interview for one of the Agency magazines. Before I knew it, I was in my underwear, being posed, answering questions I didn’t necessarily think would automatically be public knowledge… and I have been bombarded with requests ever since.”
“Sounds rough.”
He shoots me a look that tells me he’s tired, even more than his thoughts already do.
“I thought I told you to come in civilian clothing.”
“I’ve got a shirt to throw on when we get there. It’ll make these look like normal pants.” When he questions if living in the caldera has made us all paranoid, I add, “Listen, I don’t care how routine you think this is going to be. The fact that we have to go out there at all puts the likelihood something’s wrong atwaytoo high of a risk for me to be comfortablenothaving some kind of body armor.”
“Fine.”
“Don’t worry, I have a vest in the trunk for you if we find ourselves with a need.”
His pretty purple face goes a little pale and he glances at the back of the car, but he doesn’t argue or tell me he won’t need it.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yep. I’ll drive.”
