I bit my lip. He probably was, but I didn’t know if I was ready to tell him, and Kal was exhausted from caring for me. “I’ll try, but don’t say anything yet.”
“Fine,” Urgg said, and Wyn reluctantly agreed. “Eat your bread. You look like you’re about to fall over.”
I took a bite, fighting off a groan of pleasure. The freshly made stuff was so much better than what the food dispenser created. “Thanks.”
“What are friends for?”
Friends, such a nice thing.
The meeting had gone longer than planned, as the planet needed more assistance than this one ship could provide. The president of Vx-93 had asked for Drakcon aid. In the end, I’d agreed to ask my father, which was another conversation I didn’t want to have.
Finally, I was able to go back to Seth. I stopped on the way to buy the food he’d liked so much when we went on our first outing. Seth wasn’t eating much, and I hoped this would entice him.
Seth wasn’t in the shared space, so I set the food on the table and headed toward his room where he was hopefully napping. His door opened, and my soul stopped. He wasn’t in his room. I darted into his bathroom, and it was empty as well.
“Seth,” I whispered. “NAID.”
“Prince.”
“Where is Seth?”
“His touchstone is showing him in your quarters.”
“He’s not here. Scan the ship.”
NAID lifted her eyebrows but complied with my order. After a moment, she said, “He’s in your quarters.”
“Where?” I gestured to the empty rooms.
“Your room, Prince.” NAID gave me a wink before vanishing.
Seth had never been in my bedroom, except when he’d yelled at my father. I pushed the panel and the door opened. He was asleep on his side with Lucy next to him. Seth was hugging my pillow to his chest, and his eyes fluttered rapidly behind his lids while breathy snores escaped his lips.
The sight of him in my room did something to me that I couldn’t put into words. I felt lighter, warmer. I joined him under the blankets. Seth muttered but didn’t wake up, and I gathered him into my arms.
“Choose me,” I begged.
Tightening my arms, I snuggled as close as possible, desperate to feel the coolness of his skin and the solidity of him in my embrace.
I looked at the unfamiliar room, stilling, then remembered. Kal hadn’t come home, so I’d taken a nap in his room. It was comfortable with books shoved on the overcrowded shelf and artwork on the walls. It felt like him.
Someone kissed the back of my neck, and I grinned. “You’re home.”
He traced kisses down my neck. “You’re in my bed.”
“Is that bad?”
“I like it.”
Kal kept kissing my neck. I sighed, angling my head to give him more room. When one of his hands slid under my shirt, I groaned. His fingers roved over me, lighting fires beneath my skin.
He nibbled on the shell of my ear. “My Seth.”
I swallowed; blood flooded my dick, making it come to life. I rolled over in his embrace. I kissed the line of his jaw, relishing the feel of his scales. Pushing him onto his back, I shifted on top of him, and Kal’s hands settled on my waist. His hips gently rocked against mine, bringing my dick to full mast.
I kissed his mouth open, and his ridged tongue swiped against mine. Kal’s movements became unsteady as he ground against me.
“Seth,” he breathed.
