Page 128 of Cosmic Premonition


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“She said it was for my nest.”

Monqilcolnen blinked. “She knows? Did you tell her you were going to agree?”

“No, I didn’t say anything to her, but I believe everyone knows you and I are courting. She said we were meant for each other.”

He stroked my cheek. “She’s right.”

“I want to put it on our bed.”

A low moan came out of his lips, and Monqilcolnen forced me to the floor, lying on top of me. He captured my lips in a possessive kiss, claiming me. His tongue slicked over mine as he swirled around it, then fucked my mouth.

“I love that word on your lips. Our. Our bed. Our quarters,” he growled.

“Yes,” I replied. “Ours.”

Monqilcolnen growled again, and my cock twitched, wanting to rise to the challenge, but it couldn’t. We’d fucked twice already. My body was done for now.

A monotone voice sounded. "Lieutenant Wyn, you are needed in Captain Talvax’s office. You must report immediately.”

I titled my head back and caught sight of an upside down NAID on the screen. “Tell her I’m on my way.”

“Affirmative,” NAID replied before the plain silhouette vanished.

“No,” Monqilcolnen complained. “It’s our leisure day. I wish to spend it with you, Peace. No interruptions. None.”

My fingers buried into the silky strands of his starlight hair, massaging his scalp. “When I’m done, we can spend the day together. Perhaps we can play our experience.”

“Or we can move your items to our quarters?”

“Anxious?”

“Desperate.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips.

I chuckled, heat invading me.

“I don’t know why Talvax wants to see you anyway.”

My brow furrowed as random memories skittered across my mind’s eye.

“What?” he asked, stroking my cheek.

“I…” I trailed off. “I did something last night.”

“You did many things last night, Peace,” he teased. “But you didn’t vomit on me.”

Frowning, I pushed him off me and stood. I flicked his face with my tail, but Monqilcolnen snatched it and pressed a kiss to the fluffy tip.

“I don’t remember exactly what I did yesterday,” I continued, heading toward the bedroom for a uniform. “But it was something.”

Monqilcolnen was a step behind me, getting dressed. “I doubt you did anything wrong.”

I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t remember doing anything, but… something was nagging at me. I glanced at Monqilcolnen and commented, “You don’t need to get dressed. When I come back, we can snuggle or something before we leave.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Star,” I said, drawing out the endearment. “You can’t use your station to help me or keep me from having extra duties.”

He frowned.