Page 87 of Stolen Slave

I clenched hard around him.

He grunted, and I felt the pulsing intensity of his release at the same time his ambal washed my backside in his fun glitter. He moved against me minutely, shifting and pressing further into me as that knot grew to the point of discomfort. And still, he continued to release.

His fingers found my clit and applied just the right amount of pressure timed with the next pulse of his release that I broke apart again.

When I came back to myself, I was cradled in his lap with him still buried deep inside of me.

He smoothed back my hair and kissed my neck.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.

I tipped my head up to meet his gaze and smiled. He twitched inside of me and released again. Everything was so overly sensitive that it felt like a mini-orgasm, and I finally understood what Oaiu had felt with Mtinash.

“You didn’t hurt me,” I said. “It felt—still feels—amazing.”

He arched into me, releasing again. I ran my finger along his clenched jawline, and he caught my hand.

“Perhaps you should sleep,” he said.

“Perhaps you should make me feel good again.”

He groaned and dipped his head to capture my lips. Rather than shifting me to my knees, he toppled us to our sides and slowly started moving again. It didn’t take me long to find my release, which caused a gush of what had been trapped inside of me.

Khorahn was quick to add to it again.

Repeatedly.

I woke to the ship beeping and a slight headache. With a groan, I rolled to my back and took inventory. My thighs were sticky and gross and hella sore. And I didn’t mind any of that. I had a small hickey on my right breast, which I loved, but my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

A drink or a steam bath? Which one did I need more?

Both demanded immediate attention, but I wasn’t sure I could make it to the kitchen without cleaning up first. And I wasn’t sure I’d survive the steam room without something to drink.

The door to our bedroom opened, saving me from having to decide.

Khorahn, the one without nipples, came in with a cup and helped me sit up. I met his gaze and drank greedily when he held the cup to my lips.

“Are you hurt?” he asked again.

“No. Sore and in need of a shower.”

He had me up and in his arms a second later. I leaned into him and lifted the cup.

“What about this?”

He glanced at it but didn’t pause on his way to the steam room.

“We’re almost to the Helix station. The Oebri in charge has requested an introduction. They wish to ensure your well-being in person.”

I clutched the cup and considered Khorahn.

“I’m not so sure I’m looking forward to meeting in person. Do I have a choice?”

“Always.”

I made a face and set the cup on a ledge that appeared just inside the steam room.

“Let me think about it while I shower. Can I use real liquid this time? I don’t think steam is going to get rid of this stickiness.”

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