"Thank you."
"Have you mated her?" his brother asked.
"We had sex," Xivthar admitted. "It was only afterwards that the frenzy began."
"Do you intend to mate her? Perhaps it will stave off the frenzy. It could save your life, dammit."
Xivthar looked over his display at the female hard at work. Could he do it again?
His cock twitched, a resounding yes, but could he allow himself? He could tell that she'd developed feelings toward him. They may not be as deep or as powerful as his, but they were there. If he took her again, as his body was screaming at him to do, would it make it harder on her when he passed?
"I don't think it would work," he told his brother. "We both know that no Zantharian has successfully mated with an off-world species. I know enough about human anatomy to feel secure in my opinion."
"Still, you obviously wouldn't consider it a hardship to try and see if your seed can be released. You might think it worth the chance."
He considered his brother's words. He'd been thinking about burying himself in her to the hilt since he met her and having her the night before only caused the thoughts to multiply. Something inside him had held him back, wouldn’t let him push the issue forward.
Sex had gotten him into this situation, and it was assured to only make things worse.
"I'll think about it. I'm sending over my final instructions, along with my will. Please make sure the documents are kept safe and submitted to the council upon my demise."
Drake gave a nod. "I'll begin making preparations right away. Try, brother.”
"Maybe." X moved to terminate the channel, but paused. "Drake, maroon never looked good on you, man. Time for a change."
His brother stared at him, then terminated the connection.
That was rude, he thought. His brother had always been more stoic than he, but Xivthar had expected a bit more of a reaction at the news of his condition.
He tried to convince you to mate her, to attempt to release your seed.
Had he? It had seemed he was concerned that he might try.
Xivthar shook his head. This whole situation had him paranoid. It was his brother. They'd come from the same egg, a connection that was special and rare. He could trust him.
Couldn't he?
A groan resounded from across the room, taking his attention from his thoughts. Sylvie waved the display away and headed over to one of several cushions placed around the room, plopping down and lulling backwards.
"You're exhausted, baby." He moved to join her, unable to help himself from reaching out and brushing her hair back. "You've been working at this for hours. You need sleep."
Sylvie frowned at him. "We can't be sure what the timeline is. We have to--"
"We have to take a break. You need rest, and food, Dr. Cohen."
"It’s Sylvie, and I don't think I could eat.” She moved to snuggle up beside him. "I'm too keyed up. I have to figure this out, X. I can’t stand the thought of… of…”
Tears swam in her eyes as she glanced up at him. She cared. More than she let on.
Xivthar shifted, scooting backwards and picking her up to lounge between his legs. He rubbed her shoulders soft at first and then deeper as she whimpered. “You have to relax a little. You’re far too tense."
She shivered as he smiled. She was so responsive to his touch. It calmed him to have her close, the deep rhythm of her breathing the only thing he could hear. If only he had more time with her. More time to explore her responses, to learn what made her tick. Would she moan if he licked the back of her knee? Would she cry out if he sucked each of her toes deep into his mouth? Would she pant against him if he brought her pleasure with his tongue, bathing her until she lifted from the bed?
He took a deep breath and tried to follow his own advice.Relax.
He kept rubbing, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive places near her neck until she exhaled loudly and melted against him.
"Just hold me," she said softly, turning a little and wrapping her arms around him.
