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“I suspect that I do not have a choice,” he teased.
“Not really.”
“Yes, that is a splendid plan. How much will this crew cost me?”
“A kiss.”
A price he’d gladly pay.
CHAPTER 21
CARLA
The morning was quiet. Carla drifted awake, content to remain cozy and comfy in bed with the man she loved. Finally. The Khargals insisted on keeping Ari under observation for three days in case of lingering side effects from the venom or delayed reaction to fungal exposure, which was a very polite way to say they were giving him the side eye for latent zombie tendencies.
They were back in their own ship, in their own bed, even if they were still tethered to the Khargal ship. She listened to the familiar sounds of the engine humming quietly and the ventilation system.
Home sweet home.
And Ari’s ship did feel like home. It was ostentatious and over the top, but it suited his personality. The luxury suited her personality. Large rooms. Sturdy furniture that didn’t threaten to fall apart if she sat wrong. Hot water whenever she wanted. Electricity all the time. Silky smooth bed sheets. Plush carpeting that absorbed noise. Automated bots that kept the ship dust -free and smelling like a wildflower meadow. True, the rooms could be cold and formal, but that was nothing time and some potted plants couldn’t fix.
Carla rolled over and propped herself up on an elbow. Ari slept like a rock, pun intended, sprawled out on his stomach, and somehow took up the majority of the bed.
She didn’t mind. She enjoyed the opportunity to watch Ari when he was unguarded. His color returned to a matte gray, the purple luster vanishing. His features were less refined but more relaxed.
“You are making the face again,” he said.
“You don’t know that. Your eyes are closed.”
“I know you.”
“Maybe I just think you’re cute, and I can’t help making the face,” she said, gently teasing.
“This is my fault? I am devastatingly handsome, not cute.” He rolled onto his back, placing a hand on his chest, as if wounded.
With his hair undone, spilling onto the pillows, he was pretty damn cute.
“Let me check, just to be certain.” She lifted the edge of the sheet to peek. He was naked, so no complaints from her. “Very interesting.”
His cock was hard, standing at attention. It was dark gray at the base and magenta at the head.
She took a moment to consider him. She felt his dick before, had touched and rubbed it, but she never had the time to study it. On a superficial level, it was shaped like a human penis, right down to the vein on the underside. But the extras… Yeah, those were different. Swollen in the middle, his dick had a girth that promised to stuff every inch of her. Ridges ran down along the sides. She licked her lips, anticipating how those would feel.
“I want to try something,” she said, removing the sheet entirely.
He raised himself onto his elbows. “My seed will?—”
“Change me, I know. I’ve been doing some reading while you were asleep.” She pestered a Khargal medic about human-Khargal relations until she flung a children’s sex ed book at her. The reading level was a little insulting, but the book answered a lot of her questions. Frequent exposure to his seminal fluid would increase her healing speed, possibly reverse some of the wear and tear of aging. Her knees were looking forward to that. Lots of small hormonal adjustments to make her body as accommodating to pregnancy as possible. “I’m not going to grow wings or spikes out of my forehead.”
“It is a crown,” he said. “There is a chance of pregnancy. I would welcome a child, but it is a decision that should be made deliberately, not accidentally.”
“The Khargals hooked me up with a fresh IUD. This is a baby-free zone for at least three years.” She waved a hand at her stomach. “Now, I want that dick in my mouth. May I?”
He laughed, low and easy, and leaned back. “By all means.”
Carla positioned herself to face his feet and straddled his chest. Her mouth watered in anticipation. She’d been thinking about all the things she wanted to do to him for ages, and this was at the top.
She wrapped a hand at the base of his dick and stroked upward, admiring the warmth and the firmness. Yes, those ridges felt like how she imagined. But did it taste like she imagined? Only one way to find out.
