He pulled back to intently stare at his handiwork, smug satisfaction written all over his furry face.
“You look perfectly wrecked,” he purred before shifting his gaze to my face. “How do you feel?”
While I knew he was legitimately checking on my wellbeing, I was also aware my man wanted the dirtiest of details.
Such a perv.
“So fucking wrecked,” I sighed, noticing the way his eyes flared at my confirmation. “And also so fucking thankful youdidn’tgive me both cocks like I was begging for, JesusChrist.”
Ziggy huffed a laugh before maneuvering himself in the pod until he was stretched out beside me.
“I will always give you what you want… within reason.” His gaze traveled down my bitten and slightly bruised body. “You can handle more than the average Earthling, but I know I still need to be careful with you.”
Tears blurred my vision yet again. “I-I wish I could change forms like you can, so I… so we…”
I was too frustrated and exhausted to finish my sentence, but my big, scary alien who was only soft for me knew just what to say to calm me down.
“Sunshine…” He pulled me against him so I couldfeelthe resonance vibrating in his chest just for me. “It doesn’t matterwhatform either of us are in. You are my stellar collision, my mate, my other half. You are mine.”
The words I wanted to say so badly were on the tip of my tongue, but I was too overcome to do anything aside from cuddle closer and sniffle into his furry chest until I fell asleep again.
22
ZIGGY
Micah was acting strangely.
Stranger than usual, that is.
Despite touching down on Ekistron an hour ago—despite how excited my mate had been to explore a new planet—we remained on the ship. Pedro had been fed and tucked into their baby sling by the nanny bot, and I had gathered as many weapons as needed for the journey ahead, but Micah still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom.
Has something upset him?
I didn’t know the answer to that, which was highly unusual in itself. In this relationship,Iwas the one who buried my emotions, who pushed others away and struggled to talk about whatever I was going through. In contrast, Micah was an open book who thrived on communication—who shared every thought that materialized in his impressive brain—but he’d seemed distant since playtime last night.
I didn’t… injure him, did I?!
At this point, Micah had enthusiastically enjoyed numerous skinsuits from my collection—had mounted appendages that even the bravest superheroes on Earth may have shied away from. Last night had seemed like no exception, even if we’d been limited in what we could do.
And Ithoughthe could handle what we did…
The issue was, fully denying my babygirl anything was a superpower I didn’t possess. When he’d asked for both cocks, I’d given him what I could, and when he’d begged for more, I hadn’t hesitated to knot him, even if I’d immediately put him under so he wouldn’t feel any pain while I finished.
Plus, ‘somno-fun time’ is my favorite.
The mood had noticeably shifted after he awoke, but then he’d fallen asleep again before I could check in about it. Since then, my attention had been on preparing for Ekistron, so it wasn't until we were ready to leave that I noticed the bathroom door between us and remembered his tears.
I am a terrible mate.
Now I was questioning if perhaps Ididn’tknow what Micah could handle in bed—if it might be better for me to change into a less threatening skinsuit to helphimrelax.
To help me relax as well.
Deciding that was the first logical step toward fixing whatever I’d broken, I quickly star hopped to my closet to slip back into my Earthling form. Then, I returned, steeled my spine, and approached the closed bathroom door before raising my hand to politely knock, just like he’d taught me.
But then, I froze.
What if he doesn’t want me bothering him?
