Page 56 of Taken to Heimo
“You taste good,” she whispers.
“Xok, Svera. I need you.”
“Then take me.” She reaches down and smears the blue in her lower curls down…down. She spears two fingers inside and rolls onto her knees. She reaches for my xora, but I grab her wrist.
Shakily, I hack out, “I can’t. It is against the Tri-God.”
“I…wasn’t angry with you before,” she says slowly. “I was angry with…with everything. And Krisxox, I am sorry to tell you, but this is against the Tri-God, too.” She gestures down to the blue all over her as she whips her shift off of her neck and lets it flutter down onto the floor beside me.
“We did not rut,” I contest.
“Hexa, but it’s still against the Tri-God.”
“Xok me,” I growl, sitting up.
I touch the side of her face and look down at her mouth. “Pulayeez, Svera.”
But she redirects. “Did you read the manual? You quoted the words that I wrote about love, about heimo. Do you know what it means?”
“Hexa. It meanshomein your ancient Human tongue. And of course, I read your manual,” I say after a beat. “I memorized it.”
She watches my eyes and jerks back. Then she hits me. Shehitsme, striking her hand over my cheek. It doesn’t hurt, but it is still shocking. “What was that for?”
“For being such a brute. For telling me these things now when I am trying so hard to hate you.”
“Good luck. You’re not capable of hate. This is how I know I willmay’reeyou.”
She rolls her eyes and shoves on my shoulder. I yield until she pushes me back onto the floor and swings one leg over me. She sets her sopping wet core down over my xora and slides over the ridges lining my erection.
“Svera.” I pick her up by the hips, holding her off of me. “Not until…”
“Youoweme.”
“The xok I do.”
She glares and leans forward, pinning my shoulders beneath her much smaller hands. I let her. “You have been rude and uncivil to me every single solar since I met you. If I want to rut you now, then that is my right.”
Xok. “Your god…”
“My god…” She huffs and sits up and it’s a perfect agony. She rubs her face, smearing blue across her cheek. “My Tri-God is a confusing one. My parents…” She shakes her head and slides off of me and it’s a perfect torture. “The females that died in the first Hunt had no trouble passing the kits. Mathilda sold them to Bo’Raku who then sold them to someone else — not to the Niahhorru. Then Mathilda killed the human mothers.
“Subsequent births that came out of the Hunt would have been possible, too, but my parents, seeking to save any females from that fate, aborted those kits. They told everyone that the first round of hybrids and mothers died in childbirth because they were afraid of Mathilda. The only reason Miari and Darro weren’t sold is because they were considered defective at birth.”
She sighs while shock parts my lust and desire. Not parts.Shatters.“So, when you ask me about my Tri-God now, I’m not sure how to answer. He is a cruel being if he allowed all this to happen to us. And I am done with cruelty for now.”
She touches my ridges, which still shine with color. I’m no longer certain if Xana is still punishing me, or if I’ve simply lost what little control I had and am making up for lost time, screaming my colors for her to see. I don’t feel pain anymore, not like I did. Now all I feel is sadness.
I shake my head. “This is…unforgiveable.”
She winces. “My parents were only doing…”
“Nox. Not your parents. Your parents are heroes. They saved countless female lives. But Mathilda…” I growl. “You were right to accuse me of enjoying punishment because I will skin her alive happily.”
I grab her wrist as she picks at her lower lip and pull her body back to where it was on top of mine. “But Mathilda is not here and for now, we will not think of this. For now, we will think only of the garden.”
I lift her hips and position my erection below her entrance. “If you are sure, then I will take you there.”
“What about marrying me?” She questions with one brow lifted. Her braids drape over her stained breasts, frizzy and frazzled in places. I reach up and yank the ties binding them. Quickly, I comb my claws through them until her hair spreads in golden brown waves across both her shoulders. She looks heaven-sent, a gift straight from her god and mine.
