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She rolls her eyes at me but the female does start moving faster.
A short while later, we’re crawling nearly flat — no indication whatsoxokingever as towhy— through the darkness, illuminated only by my ridges and their uncomfortable pressure — their light.Her light.
“Are we xoking there yet?” I hiss into the black.
Ahead of me, the female looks over her shoulder, her coils flicking at me like fluid Niahhorru spines. She raises a single finger to her lips, then points it straight down. A moment passes, then the darkness parts to reveal a flash of the world below. Eerie tech, not stuff we’ve developed yet, or traded for. Eerier still is this female’s ability to control it. And she’shuman.
She lies on one side of the hole, flat on her stomach, while I approach from the opposite direction. I sidle up to the entrance, tense and ready to slaughter any Niahhorru in the room with Svera, should this be where she is. And it is.
But she’s alone.
What is she doing?She’s up against the window and there’s a determined look to her now that makes my soul shrivel when she starts to take off her shift.
Nox. Nox. She isn’t willingly preparing herself for shekurr, is she?
Rage. It comes again in different strokes. These are more weighted. I wait until she’s completely bare and seated high up on the room’s single podium, large enough for her to stretch out on comfortably. She plants her feet below her ass and spreads her thighs and then she…xok!
She’stouchingherself. I’m about to scream bloody murder at the sight before me — the xok is she thinking preparing herself for a Niahhorru invasion like this! — when all of a sudden, her determined expression parts to one of pleasure.
“Krisxox,” she whispers. Her eyes are closed. She does not see me. “Krisxox,” she says again and her back arches and next to me, the female claps a hand over her mouth.
I look up at her and raise a finger to my lips, then slap my palm over her eyes. I don’t want her xoking watching this. This ismine. And it’s doing strange, terrifying things to me.
The colors in my ridges pulse and surge, even as the painful punishment within calms.Home.The word comes to me then and makes me feel wretched and wonderful.
Home.
What am I doing? What have I done?I would risk losingthisbecause she has the wrong bloodline? The words of my sires echo through my memories, recalling everything they’ve ever said about species that aren’t Drakesh.Disgusting. Unworthy. Impure. Fickle and stupid. Less than.All words I feel like using against myself.
“Do not open your eyes,” I snarl to the human beside me.
She makes an impatient sort of sound through the fingers that still cover her mouth and even though I can’t make out the words, she’s right. We don’t have enough time. Wedon’thave enough time, but I will make time enough for this. I can feel Xaneru wrap his arms around me in a loving embrace as I swing my feet into the opening and land on the floor below in a crouch.
The moment I land, Svera tenses and zippers her legs together. I storm towards her, knowing we're short on time and unwilling to waste a moment of it. I grab her ankles, drag her to the edge of the platform, spread her knees and step between them.
I grab her by the two thick woven pieces of her hair and wrench her up into a seat. “What were you thinking offering yourself up to the Niahhorru like this? This…” I hiss, reaching between us to cup her core in my palm. Its heat is scalding.
And mine.
“This is not yours to give. You belong tome.”
Svera’s eyes fly open. Black surrounded by green surrounded by golden brown.Traces of the garden. Promises of what’s to come...The tension in my shoulders is hard to maintain.I want to sink into those flowers.
“What were you thinking, Svera?” I smooth my thickest finger over her cheek, reach up and touch the beads around her neck. “You thought I wouldn’t come for you?”
A hysterical laugh bursts out of her right before she grabs the back of my head and wrenches me down to her mouth. I slant my lips over hers and fall into her taste.
“Xok,” I whisper between us, knowing that this is what got us into trouble in the first place. But, like then, I’m not a decent or smart enough male to pull away from it.
Her tongue tangles with mine and I moan when she moves from my mouth to my jaw to my ear down my neck. She bites me hard enough that a nerve in my neck makes my right arm jerk. I wrap it around her back, pulling her even closer to me until the heat of her exposed core meets my abdomen. The pain of the Xanaxana releases little by little.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away,” she whispers.
“You should be. You ran straight into danger.” Against her feathery mouth, I snarl, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get captured given your success rate.” Laughter shoots out of Svera’s mouth along with spittle. She wipes it off of my chest, but I don’t care.“If it happens again, I’ll have to punish you.” I capture her hair in a fist and stroke her cheek with my own. “Don’t try to run from me, again.”
“If I’d been trying, I wouldn’t be so grateful to see you now.” She swallows many times and I pull back just enough to brush my lips over hers, without kissing. Just to feel their softness. Just to feel her heat. She is so warm.
I want to ravage her, enter her and explode into her again and again. After all, she’s already on the sacrificial slab, ready to accept my offering.
