Page 66 of Stolen Slave

“I also have an implant. It’s standard for those who leave their homeworlds or those who have contact with many other species.”

“So you’ve had an implant all along? You’ve understood me all along?”

He gathered me close and smoothed his hand over my arms.

“Why does that upset you?”

“How do you know I’m upset?” I asked instead of answering. I barely felt upset. In my head, though, I was having a bit of a meltdown. All the things we’d done. The ways I’d begged him to touch me. How I’d bossed him when he’d been licking me.

My cheeks flushed, and I wanted to hide.

“I can smell your emotions.”

“As can I,” Mtinash said. “If you are not pleased with Khorahn, stay with me.”

“You already have a girlfriend, and asking me to take her place while you’re still shafts deep in her is just rude. Stop,” I snapped.

S’doifu sniggered. Mtinash apologized. And Khorahn released the clasp on his pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked, catching his hand when he would have reached between us.

“You are agitated. Allow me to calm you,” he said.

“No.”

We stared at each other for a long moment before he dipped his head and withdrew his hand. I grabbed both his arms and wrapped them around me, content to take comfort from just being held.

“Are human females territorial regarding their chosen males?” Mtinash asked.

“Male. Singular. And most are.”

“Thank you for sharing this information with me.”

Atal returned with another covered plate. “According to my inquiry, these are safe foods. Some food reactions have been reported. I’ve forwarded the recommendations, cautions, and counter-stims to your ship.”

“Thank you, Atal,” Khorahn said as the man uncovered the plate.

The steaming pile of moving noodles had me climbing Khorahn like a tree. The dish was removed, and it took a full five minutes of snuggles and reassurances that he would never feed me “terra-formers” before my pulse calmed.

“Please allow me to scent-mark you,” Khorahn said. “Your distress is unnecessary.”

“Public bath time is unnecessary,” I muttered.

By the time Atal returned with another option, Oaiu was awake and able to disengage from Mtinash. His long cock slipped from her with a wet plop as she stood. The amount of shimmer that gushed from her was impressive and a lot less shimmery than I’d witnessed from Khorahn.

“It was a pleasure—and I truly mean that—to meet you, Vya,” she said. “I hope we can meet again in the future.” Oaiu walked away into the trees, without a backward glance at Mtinash.

“Greedy, uncaring female,” he said with a frown at his glistening semi-hard length draped on his lap.

“Allow me,” S’doifu said, standing.

If I thought he was going to pass a rag, I was wrong. S’doifu sat beside Mtinash and leaned down to start licking and sucking him clean.

My core clenched around nothing again.

“Thank you, S’doifu,” Mtinash said, leaning back to look at me. “Does the new dish please you?”

I brought the cracker-like thing I’d been nibbling on to my mouth again as I squirmed on Khorahn’s lap.

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