He has certainly come a long way with the aftercare.
Closing my eyes, I allowed the soothing motion of his tongue to wash away my cumandmyanxiety, bringing me back to baseline with his signature sexy competency.
Until the motion alarm went off again.
The one that meant something wasinsidethe ship.
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ZIGGY
Time to kill them all.
Reclaiming my mate had dulled the nearly unhinged possessiveness pulsing beneath the surface, but the thought ofanotherpredator nearby had me growing feral all over again.
Mine, mine, mine!
“Fuck…” Micah gasped, hurriedly yanking on his pants. “I swear, Zig, only one Maroxian got in before I closed the bayeeee?—”
His babbling turned into a yelp as I grabbed him around the waist and star hopped us to the cockpit. As soon as I determined the space was clear of threats, I engaged the lockdown doors and initialized an internal heat scan of the entire ship.
Let’s see where you’re hiding.
So I can kill you.
“Do you think they’ve come for the egg?” Micah whispered loudly. “Would they realize it was gone already?”
“Doubtful.” I frowned at the odd data displayed on my dashboard. “The Maroxians had the egg in a custom incubator with barely any security.” I glanced at my stellar collision and smirked. “At least, not with any security I couldn’t handle.”
The incubator itself had been easy to infiltrate, and my tendrils made quick work of the single guard assigned to overnight duty. Maroxians may have been at the top of the food chain inthiscorner of the galaxy but this false sense of superiority had turned into a glaring blind spot on their part.
Because Stellarians are superior to Maroxians.
We are superior to most other species, actually.
Micah was staring at me with a glassy-eyed expression I knew well, further confirmed by the pheromones he pumped into the air.
Behave.
“You’re so effortlessly sexy, I cannot,” he murmured before snapping out of his stupor to squint at me. “Did you sayincubator?Wait—isthatthe reason you tried to turn the boiler room into the nursery?!”
“Yes,” I replied mildly, confused by how his agitation seemed to be rapidly accelerating into panic.
“Oh gawd!” he gasped, looking like he was going to make a run for it. “I need to… I can’t believe I fucked this up too…”
What in Stellaria’s name is he talking about?
For reasons I blamed entirely on his blessedly deceased parents, Micah’s ‘worth’ was an ongoing conversation.Iknew he was the most impressive creature in all the galaxies—had even procured a certificate from The Knowledge saying as much to hang on the cockpit wall—yet hestillinsisted on focusing on his supposed flaws.
An impossible task.
Since he has none.
When he glanced at the barricaded door again, I realized why he was about to charge into battle.
For the egg.
Sigh.
