Flicker by Viola Grace Page A

were doing in Medical, getting your fangs back?”
    “I had them trimmed for work on the station. They are a little too closely linked to mating for us.”
    “And your claws?” Seval let her palms learn his textures. Sure, she had seen him naked, but had not felt him naked before.
    “I just missed them. They were a part of me for so long, but not needed in the roll of Agent.”
    She tangled her fingers with his, then slid her fingers to the tips of his to learn the mechanism that triggered his claws. It was not pressure so it was emotional. “Do you control them completely?”
    “Yes. I have to tell you, it was hard not to use them to tear your formal clothing from you.” He chuckled.
    “Well, I am sure that Kyra will appreciate your restraint. And Darven, too. She was rather militant about the fit, colour and everything else about it.” They were holding hands again. She loved listening to his heartbeat. It matched hers perfectly.
    “I aim to please. By the way, my parents love you.” He tilted her head up for a soft kiss.
    “Was that important?”
    “In one way, yes. It will make your life here easier. My mother is a charismatic woman, and she can help introduce you to people, help you make friends.”
    “I have all the friends that I need, right here.” She snuggled against him.
    “Everyone needs friends of their own. The women here are friendly and will help you with feminine aspects of Azon life that I am not familiar with.” He was frank.
    She loved that about Vorabenik, he was always honest with her. “Well, that might be a good idea. I just have not had any friends my own age since I was six or so. I had one sister a year older, and one a year younger. They seemed to have the personalities that attracted people. It was never my forte.” She was not bitter and had made peace with her lack of people skills years ago.
    “The Azon look for a different set of skills in a person. They look for strength of character, not just personality. And that, my dear, you have plenty of.”  
    A small peck on her lips led her to return the kiss and soon she was moaning as he ran his hands over every inch of her body again. Even her toes were not ignored, his claws slid lightly between them.
    She sighed, arched and twisted against him. And finally, enough was enough. She mounted the shaft that had remained hard against her belly. Because she could not see him, she had to depend on the feel of him beneath her hands, listen to his groans and gasps.
    Sliding herself over him while blindfolded involved fumbling, but he did not seem to mind. Seval let her body weight push her down on him, over and over, using her thighs to rise and gravity to drop onto him. He coaxed her knees out until she was flat on him and had to substitute rocking for the pistoning motion.
    So rock she did, the hard rod of his cock a source of blooming heat within her. She flattened her hands on the iron of his stomach and moved in a slow circular motion, churning him inside her. Desperate for another release, she grabbed his hand with some more blind fumbling, and put it on her clit. Mewling for him to complete her torture, to end this most pleasurable of suffering.
    His stressed chuckle preceded the delicate motion of his finger on her clit by seconds, and seconds later, she was soaring again. He joined her with another groan, his hands now both on her hips, holding her to him tightly enough to leave marks.
    Seval let her body relax against him, her head on his sweaty chest and her legs extended to either side of his. She could not keep the question in her any longer. “So, you live with your parents?”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    He did not dignify her question with an answer, merely swatted her backside and held her close. “We need a bath.”
    Nyal must not need the refractory period because he rose to his feet and took her with him. It was fine with her, she could not find her way around anyway.
    The shower of water