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“Aw, dammit.” Panting, I looked everywhere, too. “Oh, there! The olive oil. Glass bottle, yellow liquid,” I said to guide him in case he didn’t know what it was.
Halaby lunged for it, snatching the bottle from the little shelf over the stove. He splashed some onto his hand before pressing his face against my chest and moaning as the slick sound of him coating his dick filled the room. I pulled my legs back, desperate to have him fillme.
A stiff cock was a stiff cock, but when there was a bone in it, I could definitely tell. I felt how hard he was as he eased himself inside me and went deep. Those tiny ridges bumped my rim like fingers playing scales on harp strings, and I could barely breathe from the pleasure. Halaby held my knees spread wide and watched me as he fucked me in long, slow strokes.
I reached up, pulling on my hair as I rode his cock, moaning and whimpering. I’d be embarrassed about the whimpering except for the fact that everything from the possessive look in his golden eyes to the grip he had on my legs said I belonged to him.This was my mate claiming me and, fuck, that did delicious things inside me.
“Are you going to come just like this?” he asked before licking his lips, his gaze clearly on my leaking dick.
I nodded, unable to speak, because yeah, it was going to happen and soon. Those ridges were riding my prostate while pinging my rim and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I bit my bottom lip and whined when he looked me in the eyes and grinned so wickedly.
“Come for me.”
Oh, did I! I came just as he finished speaking, everything in me clenching and pulsing as my cock shot all across my stomach and my thighs squeezed his waist. Halaby moaned and dropped forward onto his hands, bracing himself over me. I trembled, overstimulated, as he thrust a few more times before he pushed in deep and groaned with his own release. Pulling him down to rest on top of me, I wrapped my arms around him and tried to catch my breath.
Halaby huffed a laugh against my cheek. “I really did mean to talk with you.”
“Oh. Oops.” I petted his damp fur. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Our future together.” He sighed. “I wanted to make sure you understood what being mates means in that regard.”
Maybe I’d been putting off thinking about it, but I guess the time to bury my head in the sand was over. The fairytale had real-life to sort out.
CHAPTER 8
HALABY
We cleaned up and dressed again before continuing the conversation. I would never look at any sort of cooking oil again and not think of taking Tobias across this little table, but we did need to discuss our future together. Since my talk with Ghosha yesterday, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else. Not even exploring the sea around the island had been able to calm my mind. I needed Tobias’s input.
“So you said you were here for the rest of the month, right?” he asked as he stomped into his boots.
“Correct. I’m on leave.” I cleared my throat before admitting, “It’s a forced leave for my mental health.”
Tobias came over and sat opposite me, clasping my hand on the tabletop. “Are you doing okay?”
His concern touched me, and I smiled at him. “I think so, yes.”
“Do you want to tell me the issue?”
The way he’d phrased his question had me thinking he would take it in stride if I didn’t want to talk about things. While I appreciated that, he deserved to know what his mate was dealing with.
“I recently lost a patient and wasn’t able to handle it well. The experience brought back struggles I had after losing patients inthe past, during the war. The captain of the ship knew me then, served with me, and recognized what was happening. He ordered me to take a leave. Eventually, I knew he was right.”
Tobias nodded a couple times before saying, “Okay, I don’t want to go deeper than you can here, but what war? It’s hard to believe the Norlons have ever been at war with anyone.”
“Well, we didn’t start it, if that’s what you mean,” I said with a grin. “But it was done in our defense against the Vigzek, an elitist people bent on enslaving us.”
“Wait, wait,” he said, pointing at me. “I know that name. Oh! They were abducting humans, right? Little green men?”
“That’s right. All the humans on Nor prior to us coming here were those we rescued during the war.”
“How long ago was all of that? Twenty years?”
“Yes.” And yet, sometimes, it felt like yesterday.
“But…” He squinted at me like he was confused. “How old are you?”
“Forty-eight.”
