Chapter 33
Xivthar pulled the petite woman in his arms closer to him with a happy sigh before jerking up with realization.
"We fell asleep. I don't know how, but we passed out." He rubbed her back and leaned down to kiss the side of her face. She glanced up sleepily as he started to move out of the bed.
“No, come back to bed, darling. Ride me."
Her words, more than her touch, brought him to full arousal in mere moments. He fell back onto the cushion and brought her into his arms again, a little surprised at her commands.
“Sylvie?” He brushed his nose past her ear, something leaving him wanting to question her. He needed to push past the additional layer of paranoia that the mating frenzy caused and mate with his woman. It was time.
"Are you ready?" she whispered into his ear. Her breath was warm on his skin and it made him shiver.
"Ready?" he asked, almost unable to focus on her words.
"To mate." She all but purred at him and nipped his earlobe.
"Here?" His tone was incredulous. She had to know that others were likely watching. He'd not once taken off his cloak, although he had risked pushing back his hood. The Supreme Regent requesting that a lab not be recorded would likely draw more attention than his saying nothing.
"I want you." She slipped her hand beneath his cloak and brushed the back of her soft fingers over his stomach, playing with the tiny tendrils that led to his erection.
Xivthar froze. Sylvie had welcomed his advances, but he had been the one making all the moves. To feel her taking control was jarring.
Her hand moved lower, then brushed the outside of his sarong over his cock and he groaned, arching into her hand. He wasn’t able to help himself from slipping from a reasonable, clear-headed leader to a sex-starved male.
A shred of sanity returned and he grabbed hold of it tightly. "Not here. We can return to my quarters, baby."
"Why? This is good and I don’t wanna wait. I’m wet and my girl hurts.” She nibbled his earlobe, then ran her tongue around the whorl of his ear.
Her girl hurt? How odd. Something about her choice of language turned him off, pulling at his sense of reason.
Move back. Figure this out.
This new, more aggressive female was disturbing, but only to his intellect. His cock danced below the sarong as the room blurred a little. He needed her, regardless of how odd she was being. He lost his breath as she started sucking on the tender skin of his neck.
Something didn't feel quite the same. Despite how turned on he felt, he didn't have the same urge to possess her, to claim her. The tight knot that had been in his guts since he'd taken her the first time was absent.
Curious.
