“I don’t know,” I breathed as my eyes traced his lean body and zoomed to his very much alive manhood. A great need washed over me, clouding my thoughts.
I needed him—wanted him—inside me, filling my depths to their limits.
He was mine. Why did he deny me?
“I would never deny you,” he swore, pulling my lower half closer.
His three appendages went wild against my slit, heightening my arousal. I met his gaze, which was focused on me as if on a mission.
“You are my nestqueen. I will fulfill all your wishes and prove I am worthy of siring your next offspring.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Xylo
Something was wrong.
A sudden wave of lust flooded Xylo. Gripping the back of the couch, he winced as both bond thread connections bombarded him with arousal, sending his thoughts into a spiral.
What was his? What was theirs?
He closed his eyes and removed himself from the present, focusing on what was happening to his nestbrother and nestqueen. Through his connection with Odelm, thoughts that were demanding him to breed Selena overpowered the few hidden in the background that were both alarmed and confused about his arousal and concerned about Selena’s wellbeing. He wanted—and needed—to prove himself worthy enough to be chosen.
His raw emotions overpowered all his thoughts.
Xylo yanked himself away and sucked in a deep breath he hadn’t known he was holding.
How was Odelm able to feel such things?
Xylo glanced at his shoulders and inspected his moss. They were still dark emerald and void of any tiny tealbuddings, which meant Selena wasn’t near her ovulating period. Only a nestqueen near her heat cycle could trigger their Circuli nestmates’ bodies to prepare themselves for their one chance to breed per cycle.
Odelm shouldn’t be capable of being aroused. How was his manhood active? It should be in its dormant state, waiting for Selena’s body to project the signals needed to allow her nestmates’ manhoods to prepare themselves to mate.
Such strong and aggressive thoughts were unheard of by nestmates—even if they were Favored and picked to present themselves to mate by their nestqueen.
Selena’s thoughts were clouded with only one goal—to have Odelm quench her need to mate. Somehow, Odelm was projecting his own wants and needs onto her—whether or not he knew it—as its echo screamed to Xylo.
“What is wrong?” Z’fir asked, his voice laced with concern.
“I don’t know.” Xylo’s face scrunched up in confusion. “I need to go check on our nestqueen.”
Xylo didn’t wait for the prince—his new nestbrother—to reply. He shook his head in an attempt to clear the extra thoughts and emotions leaking through to him. He strengthened his mental shields in the hope they would block their influence, but it failed. He wasn’t strong enough to block mental attacks from both participants.
Xylo followed their bond threads through the master bedroom into the master bathroom, hurrying as he tried to piece together what exactly happened between Odelm and Selena.
The doors opened. Steam escaped, clearing the vision of the room. The scene before him stopped him in his tracks.
Odelm had Selena pinned against the far shower wall.
One of his upper tentacles held her hands above her head, wrapping them together by her wrists. Another was wrappedaround her torso, supporting her breasts from underneath, its end wiggling in the valley between her mounds. The last two had entangled themselves around her thighs, holding her lower half to him, allowing their centers to meet.
Odelm’s hands were gripping her ass, and Selena’s legs were wrapped around his waist, above his blades—away from their sharp edges. His face was buried in Selena’s exposed neck as she moaned with her eyes closed.
He was ravishing her—dominating her—something Circuli males didn’t do.
“What…” V’dim trailed off.
Not answering, Xylo stepped forward, entranced by their display. Curiosity about the logistics of Odelm’s performance battled his own instinctual need to watch—even though his body was incapable of joining in.
