He lifted her hips higher. His mouth sought out her clit, and his tongue slid across it, then down, darting into her swollen entry then out again to wander slowly back to her clit. Fine trembles started inside her inner thighs. She used her arms to lever herself up higher, giving him easier access to her dripping folds.
His tongue continued to torment her. Her legs went rigid as she arched and lifted, desperate for the release hovering so close. His fingers slid into her again, spilling her fluids as they withdrew. Her cries got longer and louder with each lick and thrust.
Jeval moved away from her. Now that it was over, she was dizzy from the satisfaction but on the heels of her satisfaction was another feeling. She was confused by the sudden sex and the fact that she had given in to the wild urges she’d had.
He stood. His body, coated with a thin sheen of perspiration, glistened in the low lights. He said, “We should get going.”
She scrambled off the bed and hurried to the bathing chamber. By the time she had returned, he was dressed, and he merely said, “Let’s go. I don’t want to spend another night here if I don’t have to.”
She didn’t either. She wanted nothing more than to be gone from there, to put as much space between herself and that place and him as possible, and as quickly as possible, too. Revant Two was a large place, and soon a party would be going into the wilderness beyond the small city they were building, and she could be in that party if she chose, and she was pretty sure that might be the best thing to do.
Jeval spoke. “You know I have a gift.”
“I’ve heard that, but all of your brothers seem to have some gift or another.” She was numbed and tired, her brain and body at war and they still had to try to find some intel that would make the trip worthwhile.
He stopped walking. His tone was stiff. “It seems to me that your kind automatically mate with whoever they engage in sexual things with.”
“Wow. No, but whatever.”
She went to walk on, but his fingers held her arm and kept her immobile. “I can’t be your mate. I can’t be anyone’s mate. My gift, if I were to pass it on, the child you would bear would not be strong enough to survive that birth. The child would not be able to live with that gift. I was lucky to live at all. Most don’t.”
She was too dazed to try to parse that out. “All right then. Let’s go get some intel. I want to go home.”
She waited for him to get ahead of her and she followed him, but her heart was heavy and her limbs too loose and trembling.
Several hours later, Margie sat at Jeval’s feet, her gaze lowered as he’d instructed her to in training. Her senses were on full alert. This planet was rife with corruption and bad politics. Criminals used it as a transport for all their illegal goods and politicians came to indulge all their bad habits.
Half the creatures in the room were masked and unspeaking. A low trill of music came from above, through the speakers that set beside the glassed-in cage where a band of Songers, probably captives too, played tiredly on a small stage.
The sex they’d had was terrific. Mind blowing, in fact. But it had left a lot of regret and worry in its wake.
The last thing she needed to do was get her heart involved with Jeval, and she damn sure didn’t need to give in to that desire she had for him either; ever again.
It was dangerous.
He was dangerous.
He was not known for kindness, and she knew that. He was harsh and reserved and even while he’d been in the middle of sex with her she had felt him withdrawing from her. Not just that last literal withdrawal when he had sent his seed to the sheets instead of inside her either.
A mental withdrawing. She might as well have just been any warm and willing body!
Tears threatened, but she blinked them back. She had known he was just giving in to attraction, the same as her, but his coldness afterward just kept growing. There was a definite chill coming off him then too.
His legs were stiff despite his seemingly relaxed appearance and she had to fight for air to breathe when some masked and snuffling creature came up and said, in a guttural voice that was clearly being filtered through a masking device, “What a lovely human.”
“Yes. She’s obedient too. That makes her even more attractive.”
If she had not known for a fact what the result of her biting him in the calf muscle would yield, she might have done just that. Resentment flared along her body and tore across her system, sending a warm tide of red blood up into her face and along her neck.
“Oh, it is pleased with your words,” the masked creature wheezed out. “You have done well with it.”
It? Let me catch you alone, and I’ll show you what this woman can do when I grab you by your ‘it’ and yank it right off your body you…
Jeval’s hand buried itself in her hair, fisting it and yanking slightly, not enough to rip the hair from her scalp but enough to grab her attention and let her know to cool down. She blanked her mind. She knew that he could read the tension growing in her body and sense her anger. She had to hope no other in the room could as well.
Jeval said, “I do try.”
The thing sat. Margie’s nose wrinkled. It was a Morger. They were the only creatures who stunk like Sulphur and unwashed feet. She kept her head down, letting her hair hide her face and the revolted expression upon it.
