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I had never seen Kalvoxrencol as happy as he was now, so I readily believed it. “I'm grateful he chose you, Pest.”

“As am I. I cannot live without him.”

“I feel the same about Caleb,” I said, not looking at him.

Kalvoxrencol shifted until his shoulder bumped into me. “I believe you.”

“Thank you.”

“I will give you the same advice that countless people gave me when I was courting Seth: talk to him.”

“I will.”

Kalvoxrencol stayed with me until Seth wandered into the garden. The second Kalvoxrencol saw his mate, he raced off, scales glowing. I shook my head when he seized a blushing Sethabout the waist and took to the air, heading in the direction of their quarters.

Chapter 22

An ill-timed invitation.

Sitting on a metal stool next to my workstation, I grabbed my screen and began to work on the roses. My claws clacked on the glass, and the world disappeared. It was easy to lose myself in my work, and time passed in a blur of numbers and tweaks.

Cold trailed up my spine, then across my shoulder blades before trailing down my sides in his usual pattern, making me shiver. I turned around, and Caleb stood behind me.

“My Caleb, you’re back.”

“Yep.”

“I missed you.” My wings rustled on my back, and I glanced down at my screen. I hadn’t intended to say those words, and yet, they were the truth. I’d missed him. Terribly.

A chill brushed my chin, and I looked up. His fingers drifted over my scales. “I missed you too.”

I opened my legs, and Caleb stepped in between them, then I enclosed him in my wings. This scene would be odd to anyone besides me, but I didn’t care.

“I have a plan for our outing.”

“Date,” he said in human speech, then his eyelids lowered. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The heated look sent a jolt straight to my cock, and it twitched. I longed for the things Kalvoxrencol had spoken of. If I’d had the opportunity, what would touching Caleb have been like? What sounds would he have made? At the mere thought of his warm hole wrapped around me as I slid in and out of him, my cock filled and pushed at the fabric of my trousers.

“Hmm,” Caleb said, pink tongue licking his lips. “You have thought of it.”

I cleared my throat. “I hadn’t thought of that particular aspect, as we haven’t discussed those permissions.”

“Then what’s going on?” he asked. When I didn’t respond, Caleb smirked. “Does my presence alone make you aroused?”

“Yes,” I replied, refusing to be embarrassed about my need for my mate.

“That’s so fucking beautiful. If I could, I’d be hard, Sunshine. Just for you.” His fingers crested my forehead before moving over my hair. For the barest moment, I felt him. Not the coldness of his soul, but the true feeling of him—pressure moving the strands of my hair. Foolish, I knew, and yet I couldn’t banish the sentiment. It had probably been the wind. Nothing more. Yet I longed for his touch.

Caleb’s fingers drifted over my scales in cool waves. Each one sent rapid-fire tingles through my body. By the light of the Crystal, I had never experienced anything like it before. Nopartner had ever inspired such passion within me from true touches, let alone whispers that barely existed.

“Caleb,” I groaned.

A cold brush on the tip of my cock made me fight back a moan.

“I like seeing you like this,” Caleb said.

Slowly, his fingers slid up and down my shaft still trapped in my trousers. I had to fight to remain silent. I didn’t need my shouting to bring any guards or servants. Such a thought didn’t calm my ardor in the slightest. I didn’t care who saw me or saw what Caleb did to me.

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