CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Treto
It’s been hours since Rovos finally allowed me to take Bela back to my quarters. Quarters I once shared with Sone.
The small room still holds his scent. It’s gone stale now, since it’s been spans since the last time either of us slept here, but it still lingers in the air and on the bedding.
“Is there another room where we could stay?” Bela asked me when I froze in the doorway. She’s perceptive, my female, and I slowly shook my head.
Maybe it’s strange, but I find having her with me, along with the familiar scent of my friend, comforting.
When she agreed to lie next to me, it was so I could rest. The narrow bunk is a tight fit for the both of us, but I don’t mind. Having her close to me is soothing. She must have felt the same because she dropped off to sleep almost immediately. My poor female. When was the last time she’s had a night of decent sleep?
I’ve been curled around her ever since, slowly running my fingers through the long waves of her hair. Along the column of her neck. The soft skin at the back of her arm. The soap she used last was made fromnatiflowers, and the gentle scent surrounds us, tickling my nose every time I bend my head to get a stronger whiff.
My cocks have been hard since I woke on theShade, alone and panicked, only to have her suddenly burst into the room and run into my arms. Try as I might, they refuse to let me ignore them, but I am not about to wake her, so they might as well get used to wanting something they cannot have.
My mind keeps wandering back to Sone, even though it opens up fresh wounds every time I think of him. Every time I remember the feeling of dread I felt, that had me leaving him behind. Or trying to. I’ve tried explaining away the events that led up to this point as being nothing more than bad luck. But now? What if I truly am cursed? What if, all this time, the Fates have been warning me, but I did not listen? Not when I was born the very last of my cursed race and knew I would have to flee my family, my planet, if I were to survive. Not even when I lost my best friend. Mybrother.
I’ll be damned if I lose my female because of it.
When Bela stirs in my arms, I realize I’ve stopped petting her. Quickly, I resume stroking my fingers through her thick hair and press a soft kiss to her temple, drawing her scent deep into my lungs, memorizing it.
She lets it out on a soft sigh before her eyelids flutter open. I see the confusion flicker across her face before she turns toward me, and, Fates help me, when she smiles her entire face brightens.
“Hi,” her voice is husky with sleep, and my cocks twitch against her soft backside. Her head is resting on one of my arms, our bodies touching from shoulders to toes.
“Hi.” I drag my fingers from her hair to caress the side of her face, softly stroking my thumb across her cheek to her chin, tilting her up and placing a soft kiss to her plush lips.
“Mmm,” she hums, sliding her eyes closed. When I pull back, her hand lifts to my face, and she tilts her head back farther, urging me back to her lips.
Her taste is addictive, her breath warm and sweet on my tongue. When her lips open, and her hot little tongue flicks against the seams of my mouth, a shudder runs down my spine. And when I don’t open for her fast enough, she catches my bottom lip between her blunt little teeth.
“Little viper,” I hiss, pulling back sharply.
When I soothe my tongue over her bite, she moans, and it nearly undoes me. With my cocks threatening to extrude from their pouch, my hips begin a slow rock against her lush backside.
Bela breathes out a soft moan, arching against me before rolling to her back so she’s facing me. She’s still wearing the dress from Lux, and when the slit up the side falls open to bare her shapely thigh, I drag my fingers up to her hip. Her skin is like the smoothest silk as I push aside the lightweight fabric, sliding my palm over the plump flesh of her bottom where she is bare.
Bela’s arms slide around my neck, and my eyes are drawn to where her full breasts are very nearly spilling through the deep V of the dress. When she pulls my full weight down on top of her, I’m lost. What little resolve I might have had is obliterated when her lips crash against mine and she thrusts her tongue into my mouth, digging her blunt little claws into the thick scales at my neck and shoulders.
When she rolls her hips against me, I slide my thigh between hers, and she moans into my mouth. Bracing my weight on one arm, I lean back, breaking her kiss so I can look down at her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and her tongue flicks across her kiss-swollen lips before she arches up against me, seeking more of what I can give her.
“Do you want more of me,Sorsa?” My voice is deeper, raspier than it’s ever been. When she nods, I ask, “What do you want more of? My lips?”
She lifts her chin for my kiss, but then growls when my mouth drops to her jaw before trailing kisses down her neck, making her gasp when I suck the sensitive flesh between my teeth.
“Where would you like my lips?” I breathe against her collarbone, drawing in more of her heady scent ofnatiflowers and arousal.
“Everywhere,” she whispers, letting her hand fall away from my shoulder to cup the back of my hand that is trailing over her body as I slowly kiss my way down her chest, freeing her perfect breasts from the low neckline of her dress. Her dusky nipples are drawn up in taut peaks, and she goes restless under me when I close my mouth over one, followed by the other.
“Treto!” she gasps when I pinch her nipple lightly between my teeth and flick my tongue across it, sucking sharply before pulling back until itpopsfrom between my lips.
Shifting further down her body, I curl my fingers around the neck of her gown, pulling it from her shoulders until it pools around her waist and the straps pin her arms at her sides. I slowly drag the flat of my tongue up the center of her chest, between her breasts, before lavishing them with attention once more. I split my time between both of her lush mounds and tease her nipples with my forked tongue, paying them equal attention until my Bela’s breath hitches and she squirms under me.
Once both breasts are glossy from my mouth and her nipples are drawn up tight, I lift my head to look up at her. Ah, Fates, she’s a vision.
Her plush lips are parted, her cheeks stained pink, and there is a fine sheen of sweat glossing her brow. Without taking my eyes from hers, I slowly inch my way down her body, rucking up the skirt of her gown until it’s bunched around her waist along with the top half, and most of her body is bared to my hungry gaze.
