So, would she be bringing back spoils of the peace treaty?
It was an interesting thought, she mused as she glanced back toward where Wrathin had just been.
She jumped and bit back a scream.
Wrathin reached out and grabbed her arm.
Maybe he meant to keep her from falling.
Maybe he didn’t.
But he pulled her flush against him.
She looked into his almost glowing eyes.
The Rhimodians eyes were white, and she’d always thought they were just white orbs, no definition in them. This close, though, she could see the slight variations in the eye—an iris, slight line of definition. She smiled.
“Do I amuse you?”
“Your eyes do,” she said.
He blinked a couple of times. “They are simple. Not like yours, with your facets of color. Like a precious, sparkling stone.”
His words touched her. She believed him to be sincere. That he meant what he said.
“Wrathin,” she whispered.
“I would like more sexual contact with you,” he said, his voice deep, and his whole body vibrated when he said it.
Hell, it made her vibrate when he said it. Like he’d stroked a secret note in her that she didn’t know she had.
He leaned down, and she wanted to kiss that mouth again. To feel all those parts of him against her again.
“I would too,” she said. A thought came to her. “Don’t worry, I can’t have children.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Why would that worry me?”
She shook her head. “Habit. Sorry. Terran males are always concerned if women can have babies.”
“Do your people not wish to reproduce?”
“We do, just sometimes, Terrans don’t want to.”
He nodded. “We do not concern ourselves with that.”
“Why?” Veta asked, running her fingers over her chest. “Want lots of little offspring?”
“We are not genetically compatible with any humanoids.”
She blinked. She had never heard that. Of course, if she’d been told they were sexually active, she wouldn’t have believed it until she saw Wrathin up close and personal.
“Genetics or cyborg?”
“Genetics.”
“Well, sex without consequence is always a positive thing,” she said, stroking his chest. “I hope this peace treaty works out. Because there’s a lot of Terran women who would be very, very interested in feeling this.” She rubbed her hips against him.
Wrathin might have laughed, but she didn’t let him. Their mouths met, and the jungle all around them faded away. It was all about the feel of him. His big arms enfolded her. He lifted her up, just enough that she was in a prime spot to feel his cock and grind against it.
