“Why are you lying? Are you upset I can feel you?”
“No.”
“Then what’s going on?”
He cleared his throat, tail lashing behind him. “You’re going gray.”
“Oh.” He finally noticed. That wasn’t ideal. With a surreptitious glance, I saw more gray spreading, my shoes, my calves, my hands. If I was becoming more ghostly, that probably meant I was fading. Maybe physical sensations were a final blessing before I was ripped apart.
“You have to go, Caleb.”
“No.”
“Caleb.”
“No,” I snapped. I went on my toes and caught his gaze. “I choose you, Zoltilvoxfyn. I will always choose you. I neverthought there was anything after death, and I’m willing to risk my soul to stay with you, even if it’s only a few more days. We belong together.”
“I can’t lose you. If you move on, perhaps I will get to see you again one day.”
“I am not leaving you. You said I was yours, and that you were mine, so I get to stay with you.” I couldn’t leave him. Something deep within me refused to even accept such a possibility. I was meant to be here, with him. We were made for each other, and nothing would ever convince me otherwise.
“Mate,” he started, and I crossed my arms, making him fall silent.
This conversation was not even close to being resolved, but it would have to continue later after we’d both had a moment to breathe and could discuss it calmly. Or as calmly as possible because I doubted Fyn would ever be calm about this situation. He was my worrywart after all, and I would never want him to change.
“Why are we in space?” I asked, changing the topic.
“There is an unknown vessel not far from Tamkolvanloknol, which is why there was an emergency Cohort meeting. The craft is not answering pings or responding.”
“What do they want?”
“We don’t know.”
I slid my fingers over his back and was instantly distracted by the feel. I couldn’t perceive the texture of his clothes, but god, there was a slight resistance and heat. If I could, I would rub myself all over him. If I did, I imagined Sunshine would want sex. Mmmhh. Sex. Now that might be fun. How much would I feel?
I peeked around the office for a soft surface, but all I spotted was a desk with a stool and some plants. Maybe Fyn could sit on the desk while he jerked off and I helped him? The floor didn’tlook too bad, either. It was mossy, so probably soft enough for his back. Of course, he could remain standing too. I was good with that. I was good withallof the possibilities.
“Caleb, focus.”
My gaze shot to his face. “What?”
“You’re touching my cock.”
I glanced down, and yep, my hand was on his hard cock, rubbing. I licked my lips. Could I taste him? Oh god, I wanted that.
“We cannot fuck in my older brother’s office,” he said, ruining the moment.
“Aquickie, maybe?”
“A what?”
Damnit, I didn’t know the Drakconese word for a quickie or blowjob. Unfortunately, my sex terminology was lacking. I should’ve haunted more couples like a creepy perv. “You stay basically dressed and I play with your cock until you come.”
He swallowed, and I tracked the bob in his throat. “While that sounds pleasant, not in my brother’s office.”
“So where’s your quarters? Nearby? Maybe we could stop there for a few minutes. I’d make it worth your while. It’d be fun. So fun.”
“Focus, Little Soul. There is a possibly dangerous vessel within range. There is no time for sex.”
