“Try there,” Vytln said, pointing over her shoulder at one of the wires.
But she completely forgot what she was looking at because Vytln’s nearness, his heat, set her heart racing and butterflies dancing in her belly. Even stronger, even more intoxicating, than when she first looked into this new machine.
Hm…
Her fingers paused and she turned her head, looking at him. Fascinated by his nearness. By the focus on his face as he turned the 3D model in the air, comparing it to their copy and trying to locate the problem it was having.
Yes, a very interesting face indeed.
Haven wasn’t sure what prompted her to kiss his cheek. Maybe it was curiosity over the texture of his skin and what it would feel like against her lips. Maybe it was that deep, instinctive thing other people spoke of that craved an intimate connection with a guy she’d agreed to mate and was attempting to look at in a romantic light. Or maybe it was just a brief flash of insanity.
Whatever the reason, she did it. And was rewarded by the stunned look he shot her. The surprise turned to heat in his molten eyes that seemed to burn her insides as well.
“You little pest. My people do not do intimacy like that without a mating connection.”
“Okay,” she agreed easily. That was what she wanted anyway.
His entire expression closed up and he stood. With a scoop of his arm, he hauled her back up. She cried out in disappointment as their project fell away from her hands. But even as she was reaching for it, he was walking her forward.
“That’s enough of you pestering me for today,” he growled, voice deep and rumbly and doing wonderful things to her nether regions as it vibrated directly into her body.
But before she could explore that feeling, he was pushing her inside the hole of his mating trap. She slid down, right back into the comfortable nesting pile.
For a moment, she thought he was agreeing with her, that he was about to mate her. But the familiar sliding of metal told her that the trap was actually closing. She whipped around, looking back, but only saw his face in the small hole.
“I’ll get your third meal,” he growled before turning and stomping away, his big feet loud even above the constant rumble of the engine.
Haven blinked at his retreating back before snickering.
For such a huge, intimidating, rough looking guy, he was kind of cute.
Chapter 7
Vytln
“Vytln, please, I just need your biosignature. I promise, it will be quick.”
He growled, annoyed. Grace’s chirpy little voice was chasing after him again.
“I thought I finished all my datawork,” he said, giving her an accusatory look over his shoulder before turning back to his task. He bent over and picked up another large, heavy bag of the nutrition powder that needed to go into the food synthesizer.
“That was to establish your identity. This is for work.”
He turned, bag over his shoulder, to find the black haired little thing standing right in his path, signature capsule in hand.
He grumbled. “What kind of delivery needs my biosignature?”
“A very well paying one.” She wiggled the capsule and, when he didn't immediately put out his hand, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “We’re providing relief aid to Sinval.”
“What is Sinval?” Vytln asked. Not because he actually cared, just so he could be more accurate when it came to being mad at this stupidity.
“It’s a Coalition world,” she said like he should know that.
But there were hundreds of those. Was he supposed to just memorize all of them? He didn’t say as much, but he was sure the expression on his face did because she continued.
“Sinval is a world that was ravaged by a wild solar flare. It practically destroyed the entire planet. Surely you heard about it?”
“When was this?” He asked, unimpressed.
