“How about you face away from me? That way, you can watch what others do as I take the lead,” Q suggested. “And whenever you feel comfortable, you can take over.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
In an instant, he gripped my hips harder and spun me around, pressing my ass against his leg. A rush of arousal coursed through me as his knee brushed against the edge of my nether lips. Lifting me up on my toes, he forced me to lean back against him.
“Listen to the beats of the music and follow along with your hips, hitting each one,” Q breathed against my ear, his melodic voice drowning out the surrounding sound. He directed my hips, rocking us as one to the beats of the music, slowly and gently at first until it picked up faster, harder, and sharper movements.
“Dancing is used as a way to test the compatibility between partners. How they perform on the floor will showhow they will be in the bedroom,” he explained softly, sending shivers down my spine. “Will they be sensual? Or will they demand control? Will they like it fast and rough or slow and gentle? These are things easily interchangeable between dancing and the bedroom.”
I tried to focus on what he was saying but couldn’t comprehend. It was as if something was preventing me from thinking and heightening my sense of touch.
Each beat rubbed my pussy against his knee as burning heat turned into throbbing arousal. I could feel my center becoming drenched. My vision blurred, but somehow, it didn’t matter. The heavy cloudiness returned—in full force—yet, I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and focused on the one thing that did—easing my arousal.
I needed to dance. To grind harder on him. To feel another pressed against me.
I turned around and wrapped my arms around Q’s soft feathered neck, pulling myself closer to him. His hands traveled from my hips to my ass, lifting me, pressing me harder against his leg.
I leaned forward and laid my head against his chest, breathing in his airy scent. Something about the slight fruitiness made me hungry. Who cared about food when you had a delicious male to feast on?
Unhooking my hands from around his head, I dropped my arms and wrapped them between his torso and wings. I clawed at his back as something drove me to nibble along his feathered chest, unable to mark his skin.
A hiss escaped him. “I knew you were kinky, but I didn’t think you liked it rough.”
His taloned tips dug into my ass as he raised me higher, grinding our torsos together. My legs hooked around him as he wrapped his wings around me, blocking us from view.
He kept thrusting as if he was fucking me savagely to thebeat of the music, not caring who saw. I wanted—needed—to remove my suit, to feel my skin rubbing against the softness of his feathered chest. A moan escaped me at the thought of how it would feel for my nipples to be pressed against him, their peaks rubbing against each individual cyan feather as he took control.
Thoughts of him using my body for his pleasure combined with the heated arousal coursing through my body and his aggressive rocking hitting my clit deliciously each time he jerked to the beat made me only want one thing.
I needed to be filled. Now. And didn’t care who it was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kaede
Kaede paced angrily in his room as he tried to rid himself of his need to watch Selena, to study the moves of her and everyone around her. His addiction to her was dangerous—not just for her and her clan, but the Aldawi Empire as well. One missed moment could mean her death—or worse, her kidnapping—by those who would love to torture and use her as bait against Prince Zirene. Selena’s importance to him made her a prime target for those who wished to bring Prince Zirene to his knees.
That didn’t include the value of her capabilities. He heard the whispered murmurs and saw the long, stolen glances others made around her. They saw her as an object. A prized possession, capable of unlocking secrets to create many things—hybrids, clones, mass breeding, even harvesting all her eggs to create a new army—all the things that had been forbidden by law to prevent one nation from taking over the galaxy.
The Quaww didn’t enjoy being second best. A few minor species rode their tail feathers, hoping they could rake in the benefits. If they found any means to take the Aldawi down,the rest of the CEG would crumble. The Quaww were only in it to protect themselves from outside threats. Now that the Aldawi had gotten rid of the invading Yaarkins, the Quaww were beginning to believe they had no reason to continue playing nice with the others.
He would be a fool to believe that just because Selena won her case, everything would be smooth flying from here on out.
Deep in Kaede’s bones, he felt they were still in the midst of an asteroid field and had just come to a break. The question was, how long did they have to breathe before things got hectic once again? Would they ever escape?
This was why he needed to fight whatever he—she—they did to change him the day she went into labor. Did it have something to do with her bringing forth his cock from its sheath? Or did it have something to do with him finding his release for the first time?
Each time he scented her, he felt something he’d never felt before—a great need to rut her, pin her down, and use her for his own will. His cock was always hovering at the seam, waiting to release itself from its prison whenever she was around.
The problem was, his body knew her blood, thus she was his prey. He could easily track and hunt her down whenever he pleased, as tempting as it was sometimes. This was why he was avoiding her. He needed to get ahold of himself. He wasn’t hers and would never be.
Yet in the back of his mind, there was always a thread of hope that by some slim chance, the Fates and Stars would allow them to be together; he mustn’t be likethemand take.
Kaede promised himself he would never force Selena to do such a thing. Their one time together would be the only moment they would have for him to cherish—even though the circumstances weren’t favored.
He settled for making sure she was happy—and safe—for she deserved to have that in life and not have others take that away from her.
He hissed in anger at the thought of what Prince Zirene did to her. After everything he did to her, she was starting to forgive him—only for him to abuse the trust and everything they had built together for useless secrets.
