Page 41 of Stolen Slave

She might not understand yet, but soon she would see that, though I ached for her, I would not force her as others would. She would be free to come to me in her own time. Or not. I only hoped I had the strength to endure now that she touched me more freely.

I released her hand with a pat and returned mine to her flank.

This flare was not the one for distraction. The ship had announced atmospheric entry in less than an arc. I needed to focus on the impending venture, no matter how soft and tempting?—

“I apologize for my behavior yesterday and for touching you now,” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “You touch me so much. I didn’t stop to consider that you might not like to be touched in return. I’m sorry.”

Flek me.

I needed to get the cleansed terra on this ship quickly so I could correct her misguided beliefs.

With a command, I sped up the steam cleanse and carried her out of the unit. I didn’t bother putting clothes on. I saw no reason to when I would need to wear the life suit soon.

Vya’s pretty face flushed with color when I seated her on the ledge beside the hydration processor. I selected her drink without looking, too busy watching the way her multi-colored gaze swept over my length.

My cock bucked again in demand. It would take a lunar-rev for it to painlessly return to its non-mating position once she finally opened her breeding sheath to me. Maybe several lunar-revs.

Before the processor finished, she opened her legs. Not yet wide enough to expose the delicate pink entrance to her sheath but enough to perfume the air with her inviting scent. My mind drifted to the possibilities of mouth-mating her, sinking my tongue into the depth of her breeding sheath and coating it with her flavor.

“Do you want me to hold the cup myself this time?” she asked, pointing to the waiting cup.

I mentally called myself seven times a distracted fool and held the cup to her pretty mouth. She drank daintily, her gaze holding mine until she’d drained the contents.

She stayed on her perch until her nutritional paste was almost done then went to stand beside the chair. If I were wise, I’d let her eat in peace. But the temptation of feeling her cleft against my bare ambal and the need to show her that I still craved her touch proved too much.

I sat and tugged her down onto my lap. She immediately hooked her legs around mine and slid back, her cleft fitting over my ambal. She jolted and would have jerked forward, away from me, but I was faster and anchored her in place with an arm around her waist.

“Okay. Up to you,” she said with a shrug before calmly picking up her spoon and eating.

It was pure, glorious torture. She didn’t move much, just a slight lean forward every time she took a bite. It was enough to rub her legs against mine. Skin to skin.

Once I returned from Divos One’s surface, my pants would stay off.

I wanted every meal to be like this.

My hands settled on her hips, and I resisted the urge to press my ambal more firmly into that sweet crevice.

She paused with the spoon partway to her mouth and twisted to look back at me.

“I can’t believe how selfish I’ve been. I’ve eaten at least five times and haven’t seen you eat once.”

I barely heard her words. My pulse thundered in my ears at the way her flank squeezed my ambal in this position.

“Are you hungry?”

She moved the spoon toward my mouth.

The paste she loved tasted truly awful to me. Yet, I opened my mouth and let her feed it to me, leaking secretions against her cleft in the process.

“I’m going to guess, based on your face, it’s not your favorite food.”

She smiled and wiped the corner of my mouth with her thumb. My shaft throbbed as I watched her bring it to her lips and lick off the paste. When she faced forward again, the slack in pressure almost sent me into a release.

“Female, I marked you so you would be free to choose your own fate. But you should know, you are already mine. And I will ensure any fey we encounter once we leave this system will know it immediately. You will wear my scent both outside and inside.”

She glanced back at me and smiled.

“Another bite?” she asked, lifting her spoon.

---