Chapter 35
Xivthar pulled his mouth away from the female’s, amazed that she hadn't broken the kiss before he had. She usually had to come up for air a few minutes into the kiss, unlike his kind, who could hold their breath for upwards of a half hour.
"Let's go to my quarters.” He rubbed her back and smiled down at her.
"Why waste time moving?" She pushed him back forcefully and moved to straddle him. "We can mate here. Now."
Sylvie rolled her hips, grinding the softness of her center over his erection and he lifted his hips, almost passing out from the burst of lust deep inside of him. A few more strokes and he'd reach his first climax before even sliding inside her. It was time… wherever she wanted it. His need was too great.
Her hands moved up his cloak, pushing it to the side, exposing his chest as she purred. It was an odd sound. Not one he’d heard come from her before. Her fingernails dug into his skin and he shivered and groaned again, leaning up and capturing her lips as she worked to get out of her top.
“Yes. Take it over, baby.” He brushed his hand down the center of her chest, her flesh creamy and soft. Her pretty pink nipples on pale breasts stood at attention, beckoning him to enjoy himself and taste of her. He indulged and took both of them into his hands, sucking one of her breasts into his mouth as far as he could. He flicked his tongue over her tight nipple and reveled at the soft panting she let out above him.
The pretty thing grabbed his head and held it against her as she pushed at his cloak and sarong, leaving his body on display. She ground herself ever so slowly against him and he took ahold of her hips, rocking against her.
“You’re so beautiful, Sylvie. Making love to you…”
She cut him off rudely. "Shut up and take me."
Xivthar lost his resolve, not willing to figure her out or fight her any longer. She pushed herself down the length of him, the only thing in their way being her shorts.
“Take your clothes off and let me see you.” He glanced up as she smiled and moved off of him, her perfect body more than he could dream of.
Sylvie stood up, slowly slipping her shorts down and leaving the only thing covering her – a thin pair of blush pink panties. She stuck her thumbs under the waistband on either side and started to peel them down so slowly.
X’s breath caught as he watched her, the sound of a male voice seeming quite out of place.
"Stop right there!"
Sylvie covered her breasts with a squeal and dove behind him.
Xivthar threw his sarong around his waist, tying it quickly and then rising, ready to protect her against anyone.
A squad of guards had entered the laboratory. They surrounded him with efficiency, cutting off any retreat he could have tried to make.
"Xivthar Rasveen, Supreme Regent of Zanthar, you are under arrest for crimes against the state."
The officer who confronted him held out a pair of restraints.
"On whose orders are you arresting me?"
The officer grinned. "The orders of the Acting Supreme Regent of Zanthar."
"This is ridiculous. I’m right here. There is no Acting Regent."
Anger rushed through him. He'd been surprised in the middle of an intimate act, his condition revealed to an entire squadron of men who stared in shock.
"I am Supreme Regent of Zanthar until the council says otherwise."
Footsteps echoed across the lab and Xivthar could see a hole being made for an advancing figure. When the regent realized who it was, he thought the frenzy had impaired his perception, but no… there he was, larger than life.
"The council has said otherwise. When I showed them proof of your condition, they moved swiftly. I've been declared the Acting Supreme Regent."
It was part of his plan, wasn't it? So where did the arrest fit in?
"I don't understand," Xivthar said, getting closer to the new acting regent. "I thought you would wait until after the frenzy took me."
"There can be no waiting in a crisis, and the Ministry of Defense has slapped you with a very heavy charge. I have to take you into custody."
"On what charge?" he barked as the man slapped the restraints on him.
His brother, Drake, the Acting Regent of Zanthar, gave him a fiendish smile. "Treason."
