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Suddenly, I am overrun with the need to find out exactly what Niska thought of my body. Did it please her? What exactly do human females look for in their mates? It used to be that Xavia
It’s a stupid question to ask - she’s my contract bride after all, so it shouldn’t matter. I need to remind myself of that. I shake off the odd thoughts and lean into her, murmuring low in her ear, “you signed our contract.” That very fact has been buzzing in my mind incessantly.
She shifts her position in her seat so that she’s now fully facing me, and I can’t help but get caught up in those deep brown eyes and her alluring scent. “I did,” she says, “I guess that means I’m yours now.”
Goddess! I want to grab this woman and seat her in my lap again - just like with our first meeting.
I can tell the moment her mind catches up with her words because she bites down on that luscious bottom lip as if to stop anything further escaping her pretty little mouth.
I raise my brows at her. “How much drink has my brother been plying you with?” There’s something about the look in her eyes that tells me she’s more lost in the moment than she had been this morning. It’s a similar look to how she had seemed last night, but the type of intoxication is a little different.
“Just a couple,” she says, her eyes landing on my mouth. “Is that bad?”
Is that bad? Those words echo in my mind as my eyes stay fixed on her mouth. I suddenly forget about the ‘type of intoxication’ she might be under, and lean even closer. But, more importantly, Niska mirrors the position, not giving me any signal that my nearness is unwelcome. “Are you… celebrating something?” I ask, my mouth watering at the thought that she might be excited for the breeding bench - anticipating pleasure in it, even. Visions of how she’d writhed in my lap as she touched herself last night flood my mind - how she’s cried out as she reached her climax. I will learn everything there is to know about human female pleasure in the hope that she will make such noises for me again.
“Oh, you know,” she says, smiling as her gaze drops to my mouth now. “Just the fact that we’re going to be safe now.”
I-
I feel like I’ve just been doused with a bucket of ice waters.
Here she is celebrating that she and her friends are no longer in danger of being sold for Goddesses-know-what, and all I’m consumed with is how much I want to fuck her.
I pull away, sucking in lungful of air.
“Za
Perhaps I’ll burst into flames and Niska will be safe from my licentious thoughts.
Get it to-fucking-gether, Kiahn. This is nothing to her except a deal so that she can be as safe as a human possibly can be in this corner of the galaxy.
Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Maybe we can just tell my meddling, slave-purchasing aunt that we completed the act, when in fact, we just sat around and talked about… whatever it is humans normally talk about.
Irritated, I swipe the mixed drink from my brother’s hand as soon as he offers it. I just know, he’s got some kind of clever comment all ready and loaded in that idiotic mouth of his, but I point a look at him over the brim of the crystal tumbler as I take a sip, and give the slightest shake of my head.
Thankfully, Za
“I’m go
Doubly so if I manage to sire an offspring with strong Bloodline Venom on my Niska.
Triple, if said offspring is a daughter.
Part of me thinks I should probably leave with Za
I don’t do that though, because apparently, I’m more selfish than I’d realized, and right now, I really want to stay wherever Niska is. I mentally curse myself and down my drink in one, the alcohol at the bottom half of the glass chasing a pleasant burn down my throat and into my belly. Without hesitation, I reach over the table for the decanters filled with a myriad of different colors, ready to attempt to mix myself some more.
I’d just pulled the stopper from a corked bottle with my teeth when an empty glass appears in front of me. “Top me up?”
I pause, eyeing the glass, and then Niska’s smiling face. I do not know at what kind of rate humans become intoxicated, but she looks like she’s on her way.
“Unless you’re scared I’m going to burst into flames?” she grins, nudging me with her shoulder.
She is so adorable it hurts. And she’s so beautiful, it is kind of hard to look at directly. This close up, she’s like a supernova or something. She’ll ruin my sight for anything else.
I clear my throat and decide to focus on filling our glasses. “Za
She blinks at me.
Because I’m babbling like an idiot about exploding gelatinous mud-people, obviously.
But then, Niska’s mouth pulls up on one side as she clinks the side of her glass against mine, and says, “here’s to making each other explode, Prince Kiahn.”
And I-
Fuck, my fangs ache.
I down my drink quickly, and pour myself another.
This contract - no, this female - is going to be the death of me.
* * *
It is two hours, and far too many drinks later that I walk the females back to their room. There is no formal meal tonight - thank the Goddesses. Vel had found us all in our intoxicated states and sent for various snacks to help soak up the liquor. I tried a replicated human delicacy called ‘chips and dip’ and promptly filled my belly.
The evening needed to be wound up once Lois started trying to teach Az some kind of human mating dance called the why-emcee-ay. When she stood up on that table and manually rearranged his arms into different ridiculous poses, she accidentally touched his horns and then proceeded to tease him for getting what she called ‘a fang boner’.
I knew I had to shut everything down when Az - without a shred of embarrassment - just gri
And Lois was just about intoxicated enough to do it, too.
I’d sent Az off to go sleep it all off in his temporary chambers, and then lingered for far too long outside his old rooms, where my Niska is now inside. I do not know why. We had talked and talked while drinking. She had told me all ma
Or, perhaps, that is just the effect Niska has on me.
I think she could regale me on just about any subject and I would be enamored by her.
I can hear the human girls erupt into a fit of laughter from behind the closed door to their rooms. My feet move closer and I raise a fist as if to knock on the door but pause. What am I doing? Sighing, I shake my head and make my way back to my own chambers. I’ve taken up enough of Niska’s time today. Besides, soon, I will have her in ways that make me want to fist my cock at the mere thought of.
Or…
Later - when I’m sober - I will probably blame my decision to go straight to my simulator on the amount of drink I have consumed. But for now, once I’ve attached the neuro-patches to my temples, and I’m standing here in the stark-white room with a perfect replica of my sweet, tempting Niska in front of me, I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is using her permission to get a taste of what I’ve longed for since first setting eyes on that curvy little human.