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“I touched myself to thoughts of you,” I heave, hardly listening. I’m sure he’s lying anyway. There’d be no reason for him to tell the truth. Not when he’s about to get the only thing I’m sure he’s ever wanted from me. The thing I’ve guarded and kept safe. And now I’m throwing it at him and he’s reticent to take it.
The Tri-God has a wicked sense of humor.
Only, I’m fairly sure the Tri-God has nothing to do with this.
It’s blasphemous.
It’s exhilarating.
Whatever it is feels so unimaginably good. I suddenly understand the lives that sinners lead, drinking and scheming and lying and rutting. Rutting. I want to rut!
Krisxox sucks in a breath between his clenched teeth and the wind it creates shoots down the front of my body to caress my nipples, bringing their peaks to painful points.
“Krisxox…” I grab onto his shoulders, using him for strength.
“You…touched yourself thinking of me?”
“Hexa. Nowplease.Rut me. Breed me. Take me. I need your xora in me. It’s so big, so hot. I imagined it often, what it would look like. Yours is the first xora I’ve ever seen.”
“And it is thelastxora you’ll ever see.”
His chest rumbles, vibrating in a way that makes me worry that the ship is shaking apart. I wouldn’t care if it did. All I care about is the bubble in my abdomen and shredding it.
“Krisxox…”
“Yess. Look down at my xora now, Svera. Watch closely.”
Surprise at hearing a human word in his throaty Drakesh accent stalls me. My lips flutter, like I’m searching for some question or acknowledgement that I can’t find when Krisxox shifts — not a lot, just a little — but enough to bring the engorged head of his xora to the folds of my womanhood.
I look away even though he told me to watch, preferring to focus on his face in the hope that it will make the little voice in the back of my head go away. Because I don’t want him to stop.
“Svera,” he breathes. “You don’t have to do this.”Can he read my thoughts?
“Mmmm,” I bend and break. The bubble is stretching me past my limit. I shake my head. Tears wind out of the corners of my eyes, or maybe not. My eyes are burning. “I need you inside me.”
“You can fight it, Svera. I’ve been fighting the Xanaxana for rotations.”
“It hurts…” There they come. The tears leak.
Krisxox hisses at the sight of them. He starts to pull back, but I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold him still. “Nox. Please. I’m not…” I lick my lips. “I’m not a fighter. I’m not like you. I can’t win against this.”
“But your god…”
“Your god is stronger.”
He nods and I know he understands. He kisses my chin, my nose, each of my cheeks. Then he licks the seam of my lips and, like magic, they part. He catches my mouth with his and kisses me so deeply, more tears well in my eyes. I’m lost in the universe.
“Exhale on the count of three,” he tells me. I slip one hand around his neck, the other around his thick upper arm.
“One.” I nod once and feel the huge rod of him begin to make a maddeningly slow march forward. Goosebumps cover my arms and when he reaches out and trails just the lightest pad of his fingers over them, I close my eyes.
“Svera,” he growls.
I cut him off. “I want to do this. But I…need you to lead. I don’t know how.”
Krisxox’s hair hangs towards me, the long tendrils creating two curtains on either side of my face. I blink my eyes up at him and stare at him between my lashes. He’s holding his breath. Time slows and stills.
“Two,” he says, sliding a little further forward,inside me.
