Page 34 of Infala: Claimed By Rivals
“You come here often?” Olivia asked, the heat in her belly slowly growing to a small blaze.
“I–yes. When I can, I visit this place to clear my head.”
“And does your head need clearing?”
He looked at her with a smoldering gaze, holding her eyes long enough to make his interest unmistakable. “You could saythat. Sometimes things need tending to in order to flush one’s system.”
She had the distinct feeling he was not talking about his head anymore. At least, not the one atop his shoulders.
“I would be honored if you would join me for dinner this evening,” he continued, regaining his composure a little and slipping back into the smoothness of speech and action his years of training had equipped him with. “The weather is pleasant this time of year and there is a delightful rooftop location with spectacular views. Please, Olivia, allow me the honor.”
Crazy as it was, she was feeling an almost magnetic draw to him despite having experienced a similar reaction to his rival only a short while earlier. Whatever it was the new pigment and runes were doing to her, it had made these two almost irresistible to her.
The heat in her chest radiated to her arms and torso before stretching down to her toes. She looked into his beautiful eyes, her heart twinging in a pleasant sort of pain from his gaze. Olivia reached out and squeezed his arm, the sensation of his hot skin sending a little rush of heat to her already swollen clit.
“I would be delighted,” she said, noting her pulse had quickened, as had his. “I need to freshen up though. How about you pick me up later? Say, after sunset?”
“I will see you then,” he replied, his low baritone pleasantly rumbling her to the core, his scent lingering even after he walked away.
What in the world was that?she wondered, far more turned on than she had any right to be. She turned and followed his departure, noting that while he was not quite as tall as Arkness, Rykker was broader and more sturdily built, though to be fair, both of them were massive compared to most human men. Just shy of seven feet, they would have made any sports recruiter weak in the knees.
Olivia spun on her heel and hurried back to her quarters. She’d been far too turned on for far too long and this needed to be dealt withnow.
No sooner had she shut her door behind her than she leapt onto her bed and slid her bottoms off, rubbing herself with a crazy kind of urgency.
“Fffuuuu–” she cried out as hours of sustained arousal, first with Arkness, then with Rykker exploded through her body in a multi-colored wave of orgasmic bliss.
She lay there a while, breathing hard, her leg twitching slightly, before finally rising to compose herself. She had a date tonight, and that meant getting ready.
“Hey. How about a quick rinse?” she asked.
“Of course. What type?”
“All three, I think. And you mentioned you could fabricate clothes. Think you could wrangle me up something sexy but not over the top for tonight?”
“I will see what I can do,” the AI replied, activating the first of several cleansing fields and directing them over her body.
Olivia was going out. With an alien, no less. It was wild, and utterly beyond anything she’d have ever expected of herself. Her urges, however, were so strong, so visceral. Besides, she reasoned if she was stranded like this, she figured she might as well make the best of it, and there was something insanely hot about Rykker that made her feel almost like she’d been drugged. She knew that wasn’t the case, but the desire she felt surge within her when she was around him was palpable. Like what she’d felt with Arkness earlier in the day, but even stronger. And so far as she could tell, the sensations were only increasing as her new pigment fully settled in.
“Let’s do warm water now, please,” she requested, shedding her clothes fully and savoring the sensation of the water flowing over her body. Her nipples were still incredibly sensitive, andher other bits had remained somewhat engorged, her wandering hands confirmed. “One more?” she asked herself, already knowing the answer, rubbing herself just right, the shockingly powerful surge of pleasure building inside her belly fast and steady. “I think I’m going to like it here,” she mused as her next climax began to build, but slowly this time. “I think I’m going to like it a lot.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The burly alien strode with a steady pace, but his mind was anything but calm.
“This woman makes my stomach knot up as if I were just a boy. Why does she possess this power over me?”
Rykker had been muttering to himself in a somewhat confused state his entire walk home, the powerful feelings churning in his engorged loins powered by that unusual human woman’s presence. It was so bad that he had to step out of sight to pull his rock-hard erection up and lay it flat against his belly, hiding the otherwise very obvious and rigid length as best he could while also reducing the distracting friction of his clothes sliding across his manhood.
He rubbed his nose absentmindedly, her scent still lingering strong and alluring. It wasn’t perfume—at least, not any he’d ever smelled before. This was different. Intoxicating. Magnetic. It was somewhat akin to his own kind’s pheromones, but unlike any he had ever experienced before. And this woman’s race supposedly did not rely on such things for mating back on her world.
“Maybe her kind are just not sensitive enough to notice it?” he mused, his hand absent-mindedly rubbing his Infala rune on his chest.
It was tingling in an odd way, the living pigment acting up in a manner that was very unusual. For a split-second he actually harbored the hope that it might be reacting to discovering his bonded mate, but he quickly pushed that thought aside. He had been around those of mating age in this city a long time, and none had triggered his Infala.
“The human?” he briefly wondered but discarded that thought just as quickly.
She was not of the Dotharian Conglomerate and had only just been marked, so there was no way it could be that. It took months, if not years, for an Infala rune to even settle into place once an individual was marked, and finding its match was sometimes a lifelong search that never bore fruit. But maybe there was something different about her.
