Maker, I love you.
“Oh?”She arched a brow as she slipped out of the wrap.“Cy,” she rasped, cupping a cheek as she rose onto her toes to kiss him.“And I you.”
He yanked her against him, looping his arm around her waist.Angling his head to deepen the kiss, he halted when she pressed a finger to his lips.
“What happened to the spy?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Wrenawoketoanempty bed.At first, she raised her head to listen.Nothing audible or mental reached her.Regardless, she followed her morning ritual of ‘thickening’ her door.She’d opened it when Ariez had shown her to her quarters in the medical building.The painful cacophony of thoughts not her own had crumpled her to the floor.
While curled into a ball, he’d carried her to the pools.As grateful as she’d been for the isolation, it meant she couldn’t see or speak to Cy.Hot-tubbing, catching up on her reading, and watching movies between regular test trips had filled her days.As she’d assumed, regular doses of Cy’s DNA had tipped the balance.Still, its introduction hadn’t changed her compatibility with the… What had Macy called them?Sharks and squidheads?
Wren chuckled and stretched, working the kinks out of her back and relishing the ache in her nethers.The rumpled blankets snagged her gaze.Cy had thoroughly loved her, and yet, she wouldn’t say no to another round.
A quick shower and a coffee were in her future.This was her wonderful life now.Padding barefoot and naked to the bathroom, she stepped into the cubicle and raised her face to the water’s spray, wondering where Cy had gone.
A shadow darkened the corner of her eye.Squeaking, she spun then slumped at her man leaning his shoulder against the bathroom door’s frame.He gazed at her, adoration in his expression.Sweat glistened on his skin.He tapped his chest and slipped out of his armor, piece by piece, until naked, he joined her.
I wanted to wake you.
She swirled her backside across his growing arousal.
Ensa, if only… He pressed a kiss to her neck while running his hands over her hips and belly.Adviser Kanzo and Lady Ava are en route.
She swiveled within his arms to press against his body.“Not even a quickie?”
His eyelids fluttered then he laughed.Later.I vow.
He wrapped his arms around her, gave her a tight hug, then left.With a wrap in hand, he waited for her.Standing there with the dryer blowing while he dripped onto the floor was the man of her dreams.She snorted.Not that she’d ever thought she’d find someone like him.
When he drew the wrap around her, he closed his arms for another hug.His breath fanned her ear at his whisper, “Thamani.”He gathered her against him while they dried, then he ushered her out of the bathroom.
She snatched leggings and a T-shirt from the hidden closets, but her fingers brushed the white robe Ariez had ordered for her.Cy’s stunned reaction had her thinking it was important to him.“I can wear this?Or is it for fucking?”
He growled, grabbed her hips, and yanked her to him.It is a ceremonial robe in my bloodline color and worn to announce to all who you belong to…
“Oh?”She met his gaze and wiggled her brows.“And to whom do I belong?”
“Wren,” he rasped, crushing her against him.
His cologne, the heat of his body, his arms around her—she shut her eyes in sheer happiness.
“So anything in white?”she asked, stroking his jawline.At his hum, she patted his cheek and drew away.Under his attentive gaze, she wrangled on her bra and panties then slipped into the kimono-like garment.The door chimed as she toed on her flats.
He thumped his chest, locking his armor in place.
“We need to get you some casual clothes,” she said, dancing past him.
Those blue pants from our date night?He trailed her then called for the door to open.
“Oh, yes,” she mumbled, her cheeks warming.He’d looked so damn sexy in denims.
“Adviser Kanzo, Lady Ava, do come in,” Cy said, gesturing to the white chairs.
“We’re just stopping by for coffee,” the black-haired woman said with a little wave.“I’m Ava, Etteria’s only hairstylist.”
“Well, that’s good news,” Wren said, fluffing her hair.She didn’t need to brush or condition, not with the quality of their water and whatever they put in it.“Where are my manners?May I offer you a beverage?Coffee, Ava?Giyua, Kanzo?”
