Page 51 of Alliance
But he hadn’t spiraled the way Rosy had. He’d never wanted to hurt anyone. He’d just wanted to find that sense of family again, with comradai working together and pupsscampering underfoot. Tobuildthings, not burn them down. That’s why he’d joined Guild Gaul when he’d failed out of school.
Then again, everybody grieved differently. Rosy had a right to be angry. To fight for her tadau’s relief from the terrible grind of life.
Maybe if she hadn’t been torn away from him, if she knew that he’d be taken care of, Rosy would have chosen to build things too.
A bright green glow slithered across the ground while Fás was deep in thought. He blinked, looking up to find Rosy with her legs crossed and her hands on her ankles. She was staring slightly up, her eye projecting a holo of green lights drifting across the ceiling.
“This is what the ones from Earth look like,” she said as the wonder slowly shifted from green to blue to turquoise, blurring up into the ceiling like massive fountains of fine mist hundreds of feet tall.
“Mamau sanctai,”he marveled. The flares from Earth were grander than those of his homeworld. Majestic and sweeping, engulfing the sky. They felt closer too. Reachable, and not just because they were in a cave. “They’re beautiful.”
“What did yours look like?”
Fás’s ears perked up and he licked one of his craggy molars. “Smaller and quick. They chased each other like—” She wouldn’t get the reference if he saidghaidae,so he changed his reference. “Like pups playing chase. And some would be very close, others so high in the sky you could mistake them for comets.”
“Like this?”
As he spoke, the holo shifted. He gave Roz notes here and there, then found himself lying beside her with his head on the bedroll. The spirits of his homeworld danced above them thanks to her.
“Just let me know if you want to see them again,” she said. “I saved the vid in my LMem, so we can watch it anytime.”
Fás rolled on his side and slipped his arms around her thigh, rubbing his forehead into her hip. Roz was too overwhelming for him to form any sort of thought outside of instinct. Her chime, her scent, her gift. He nipped her coveralls with a loving, chirping snarl, showing off his massive molars with fangy points in a yiwreni way, not a universal way.
She couldn’t feel his teeth through her thick layers, but he wished she could. That she’d jolt at the little nick of pain and tickle his ear with a giggle like his mamau would sometimes do when his tadau was being playful.
“Fás?”
“Thank you,” he murmured into the fabric. She put her hand between his ears and scratched with those useless little nails, his new spray of wiry tresses shivering between her knuckles.
“I’ll play them while you fall asleep. Sound good?”
He bit down an invitation of another kind, the revving heat in his chest drip-drip-dripping down his spine and into his groin where it coaxed his cock awake. He rolled his hips against the cold stone earth, applying pressure right where it felt best, and it alleviated his headache.
“I’m not in the mood to sleep,” he barely murmured, eyes wide open, staring at the seam between her legs. He nipped her clothing once again, out of sight. He was playing with fire testing the boundaries.
The way she’d gasped for him on the ice with just that little glisten to her lips…
The red scrape still on her cheek…
Roz gently grasped the fuzzy shell of his ear and pulled until he was looking up at her rather than at her cunt.Scocite,what he wouldn’t do to know what it looked like. Was it similarat all to what he knew? Nothing but fleeting shilpakaari and venandi encounters. He’d never seen a mammalian cunt except in snaps and vids.
What would it taste like?
Fuckingheaven.
She tugged on his ear more roughly as his eyes drifted south, magnetized to her body in his rutting haze.
“Did you get enough to eat?” she asked slowly, demanding his attention.
Fás licked his teeth of saliva, not looking away, enjoying how she watched his mouth and tongue, that powerful muscle exploring every crevice. “No.”
“Do you need more?”
“Are we talking about food, Roz?”
Her eyes dilated. “I… I think we’re talking about what bucks think of when they chase a doe.”
Fásach’s dark chuckle bubbled out of his chest, and he tightened his claws on her thigh. If he squeezed, he could feel her flesh beneath the coveralls, supple, soft,perfect.
