Page 42 of Last Resort

Kekoa grinned. “We will continue negotiations in the morning. Estrya will be occupied during the day anyway.”

Seviir inclined his head, wrapped his arm around her waist, and they took three steps and were suddenly standing on his yacht. His staff didn’t even flinch. Estrya smiled. “Teleport women in frequently?”

He shook his head. “No, I just come and go to this spot on the deck. It is always kept clear for me. Now, I believe you have a date with our coils?”

“Fine. But I have an early start time. You only have me for seven hours.”

He bent and lifted her. He carried her carefully into the ship and down a few levels until they were inside a stateroom with a wide mattress covered in dark satin on the floor. There were silky throws folded up on one side of the bed, and Seviir began removing his own clothing with precision. While she watched him with hypnotized eyes, a wave of black and silver scales coursed past her and curled up in the form of a reclining couch. She smiled and dismissed her dress, moving slowly into Rizthan’s coils with a relieved sigh. When the grey, gold, and black sea snake moved across her, the scales were knobby and smooth at the same time, the skin in between the silky soft that he promised.

She sighed as they moved against her. When Seviir parted her thighs with his nose and slid between them, pressing against her as he went, her moan was sudden, and she started clawing at both of them, but they continued the endless slide against her skin, between her thighs and across her breasts. She was either going to scream all night or pass out at some point. When her first orgasm struck, she was unsure which way things were going to go. Time would tell.

Chapter Eight

Poppy was shaking.She had held herself back from killing Forza, but it was far too close for her own peace of mind. Back in her room, she changed into comfortable PJs and wrapped herself in the soft blankets before climbing into the suspended chair on the balcony.

The soft knock on her door made her grunt. Her senses told her it was her alphas. “You can come in, but I am not opening the door.”

There was a pause, and then Myro and Breen walked through the door. Breen was holding a box. “What is that?”

Myro walked up to her and took her hand. “Are you all right?”

“No. When Forza grabbed me...”

“I am sorry that I wasn’t fast enough.” Breen looked at her.

She smiled slightly. “You both know that isn’t my particular issue, whatever Estrya feels. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to throw her to thousands of different places in time and listen to her scream echo across the ages. That is a little much, right?”

“Too soon after the fighting.” Myro knelt and offered his hand to her. She took it.

“Probably. They didn’t give me an option.”

He nodded. “We didn’t intervene because we knew you could handle it. We hadn’t realized that you were still processing.”

Breen walked over and crouched in front of her. “You are still filled with fury?”

She huffed. “Why do you understand?”

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