Page 17 of I Married Kayog
“Pinky swear,” I insisted.
This time, she burst out laughing while giving me an incredulous look.
“What?!” she asked.
“I said pinky swear,” I repeated in an unrepented fashion. “If I recall properly, it is a human pledge.”
“Yes, it is. And I’m quite familiar with it. I just never expected to hear it from you,” she said with an amused expression.
“Good. Glad you’re familiar with it. And never assume anything about what I would and wouldn’t do. You will get whiplash from all my unexpected behavior,” I said in a mysterious tone laced with a hint of smugness. “Now swear.”
She shook her head at me, the joyful aura emanating from her wrapping around me in the most wondrous fashion.
“Fine, you bully. I pinky swear,” she said with pretend displeasure, as she raised her pinky finger towards me.
“Good girl,” I purred as I wrapped my pinky finger around hers, hooking them together for a second before dropping my hand. “Meet at the picnic table near the gazebo?”
She nodded. “Deal.”
I smiled, my heart soaring with excitement. “See you soon, then.”
“See you soon,” she replied before turning around and exiting the hangar.
My gaze lingered on the perfection that she was as she gracefully walked away. Yeah, no matter how crazy I was, I could never let her go. Linsea was my soulmate.
Chapter 5
Linsea
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I forced myself to exit the hangar with poise and at a relaxed pace. I could feel his gaze boring holes in my back. What thoughts were crossing his mind? He seemed totally taken by me, even flirting a few times, subtle though it had been. But why the fuck could I not read even the smallest sliver of emotion from him? With a certainty I couldn’t explain, I believed he somehow managed to read mine. That shouldn’t be possible, and yet there it was.
Thinking of how many times I got turned on or aroused by him had me beyond mortified if he was indeed able to perceive everything I felt in his presence. Even the most powerful Temerns among us always leaked a bit.
As I flew to the main building on my way to the cafeteria, my wretched mind remained stuck on Kayog. Knowing he was currently showering had the naughtiest fantasies playing in my head. I could see the water trickling down the perfection ofhis body, each drop gliding over his broad chest, between the chiseled grooves of his abs, and down to his muscular thighs.
I wanted to be right there with him gently raking my nails along the small down feathers that lined the junction between the base of his wings and his back. A dull throbbing manifested itself between my thighs as I imagined the throaty sounds he would make as I teased this sensitive spot.
During the concert, I memorized the sinful way his body moved and the sensual expression on his face when he leaned forward towards the mic, his fingers running down the stand. Would he look the same in the throes of passion? Would his body rock over mine with a similar animal tension barely repressed and eager to be unleashed?
By the Maker! Control yourself!
I’d never been one to be so easily affected by a pretty face, a hot body, or a seductive smile. And I certainly never let my hormones control my better judgment. But right this instant, I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I had wanted him to throw me onto the grass, right next to the river, extrude what I instinctively knew would be a massive cock, and fuck me senseless.
ENOUGH!
Tala would never let me hear the end of it if she knew even just a fraction of how insanely I’d become obsessed with Mr. Perfect. And so far, he was truly turning out to be perfect.
Really?
That thought gave me pause. Yes, Kayog was an overachiever who excelled at everything and made it look easy. For that alone, he would have every right to boast and strut about. However, he turned out to be oddly humble. I liked that. Nothing turned me off as much as people with overinflated egos, braggarts, and those who thought themselves better than others, whatever the reason for it.
That said, I also worried about him possibly being flaky and unreliable. Sure, he dominated in things that had set rules and guidelines, like sports and school. But why didn’t he have a clear career path in mind? Was it the fear of commitment? Of the unknown? Of proving himself in a space that wasn’t rigidly controlled? And why so many masters? Lack of ambition? Fear of success?
For a split second, I almost latched onto that last speculation. Yet even that didn’t work. His competitive nature belied that possibility. He liked winning. So why was he wavering so much?
Then there was the question about his current focus on the Prime Directive. Why center his galactic politics master’s around that specific topic? Did altruistic sentiments fuel his interest in protecting the weak and vulnerable, or were more nefarious and materialistic goals driving him? Someone with thorough knowledge of the strength, weaknesses, and resources of primitive species could obscenely enrich themselves by exploiting the loopholes in the Prime Directive.
So many questions and so few answers...
