I inhaled harshly. “Oh, that’s really not a great idea.”
“We think it is,” Killeg replied, a mischievous flicker entering his gaze.
I froze when he blurred, and his lips were suddenly on mine.
This…kiss…was nothing like when Jax mouth had brushed mine.
I didn’t move.
Not at first.
His plump lips glided over mine. Repeatedly. Just waiting for the moment--
I couldn’t stop myself. I lifted my hands into his chaotic hair and gripped tight. This may not be the Human way, but I sure as hell didn’t live on Joyal any longer. And his lips were like the candied treats I was occasionally given as a child. I wanted more .
Uncaring that I didn’t completely understand what I was doing in the art of kissing, I hungered for his embrace. He grinned as I moaned loudly and pressed my lips harder against his, stroking his mouth just as demanding as he was mine. Killeg’s tongue slipped inside my mouth, massaging against mine, and I shuddered as heat unfurled between my thighs.
Though I grunted in surprise when Phila gripped my dark hair and yanked my face away from Killeg’s. In my lust filled haze, I blinked. “What-”
Phila stopped my words as he bit my lower lip.
Oh, Mother Joyal .
I moaned as he laved over my lip with his slick tongue…before his mouth devoured mine.
I had to be in some kind of paradise, not a demented alien planet. Nothing was supposed to feel this good. It really wasn’t. There was no way…and it was. I arched up against Phila and ran my fingers through his silken long hair.
More . I needed more of them.
Then they were gone. Literally. Both gone from the bed. Only a breeze left to indicate they had been there in the first place.
I shook my head rapidly. It was so damn hard to focus. But I spotted them across the room by the door leading out of their quarters. Huh?
Phila ran a hand through his long hair, his chest still heaving. His tone was the glorified growl of a man left wanting. “Not yet, Braita. You haven’t decided yet about your Vaq.”
With that, Killeg opened the door. He wasn’t in any better shape, his cheeks flushed with color as his eyes bore into mine. “We’ll sleep on the couch today.”
They both exited the room…leaving me more confused than I had ever been.
‘Awkward’ didn’t even begin to explain how I felt leaving their room the next evening for breakfast. My palms were damp, and my cheeks burned fiercely. Everyone was in the kitchen while Jax cooked us breakfast, and they only person I even dared to glance at was Stiller.
That was the wrong move. Too late I had forgotten the Mian had supreme hearing. By the way he was silently evaluating me, and his Plumas, he had heard everything. By a small blessing, he said nothing to me as he sipped on his water, just continuing to watch me silently.
Jax hadn’t even peered at me yet. He pointed absently with a spatula toward the far white cabinet. “Braita, can you get two plates. Our eggs are almost done.”
Moving on auto-pilot, I did as he asked.I was surprised when I started to walk behind him and he slipped a small piece of paper into my left hand. Keeping my head down, I didn’t alter my course to where the utensils were. Discreetly as I opened the small drawer, I tucked the paper into the sweatpants of Killeg’s I was wearing.
Jax and I finished serving up our breakfast and sat at the counter while the Plumas sipped on coffee, completely ignoring me, as they started up a conversation with Stiller. I had no sooner breathed a small sigh of relief when Phila glanced in our direction, and asked evenly, “Braita, would you like to stop by the Lavano’s lair where you hid your rings before we depart for Center?”
I choked on the large mouthful of pancake. Coughing, I grabbed Stiller’s water bottle off the counter and started chugging it. Eyes wide, my gaze caught on Phila’s. “How did you know?” It came out a garbled sputter, but he understood me.
He snorted softly, no indication in
“We think it is,” Killeg replied, a mischievous flicker entering his gaze.
I froze when he blurred, and his lips were suddenly on mine.
This…kiss…was nothing like when Jax mouth had brushed mine.
I didn’t move.
Not at first.
His plump lips glided over mine. Repeatedly. Just waiting for the moment--
I couldn’t stop myself. I lifted my hands into his chaotic hair and gripped tight. This may not be the Human way, but I sure as hell didn’t live on Joyal any longer. And his lips were like the candied treats I was occasionally given as a child. I wanted more .
Uncaring that I didn’t completely understand what I was doing in the art of kissing, I hungered for his embrace. He grinned as I moaned loudly and pressed my lips harder against his, stroking his mouth just as demanding as he was mine. Killeg’s tongue slipped inside my mouth, massaging against mine, and I shuddered as heat unfurled between my thighs.
Though I grunted in surprise when Phila gripped my dark hair and yanked my face away from Killeg’s. In my lust filled haze, I blinked. “What-”
Phila stopped my words as he bit my lower lip.
Oh, Mother Joyal .
I moaned as he laved over my lip with his slick tongue…before his mouth devoured mine.
I had to be in some kind of paradise, not a demented alien planet. Nothing was supposed to feel this good. It really wasn’t. There was no way…and it was. I arched up against Phila and ran my fingers through his silken long hair.
More . I needed more of them.
Then they were gone. Literally. Both gone from the bed. Only a breeze left to indicate they had been there in the first place.
I shook my head rapidly. It was so damn hard to focus. But I spotted them across the room by the door leading out of their quarters. Huh?
Phila ran a hand through his long hair, his chest still heaving. His tone was the glorified growl of a man left wanting. “Not yet, Braita. You haven’t decided yet about your Vaq.”
With that, Killeg opened the door. He wasn’t in any better shape, his cheeks flushed with color as his eyes bore into mine. “We’ll sleep on the couch today.”
They both exited the room…leaving me more confused than I had ever been.
‘Awkward’ didn’t even begin to explain how I felt leaving their room the next evening for breakfast. My palms were damp, and my cheeks burned fiercely. Everyone was in the kitchen while Jax cooked us breakfast, and they only person I even dared to glance at was Stiller.
That was the wrong move. Too late I had forgotten the Mian had supreme hearing. By the way he was silently evaluating me, and his Plumas, he had heard everything. By a small blessing, he said nothing to me as he sipped on his water, just continuing to watch me silently.
Jax hadn’t even peered at me yet. He pointed absently with a spatula toward the far white cabinet. “Braita, can you get two plates. Our eggs are almost done.”
Moving on auto-pilot, I did as he asked.I was surprised when I started to walk behind him and he slipped a small piece of paper into my left hand. Keeping my head down, I didn’t alter my course to where the utensils were. Discreetly as I opened the small drawer, I tucked the paper into the sweatpants of Killeg’s I was wearing.
Jax and I finished serving up our breakfast and sat at the counter while the Plumas sipped on coffee, completely ignoring me, as they started up a conversation with Stiller. I had no sooner breathed a small sigh of relief when Phila glanced in our direction, and asked evenly, “Braita, would you like to stop by the Lavano’s lair where you hid your rings before we depart for Center?”
I choked on the large mouthful of pancake. Coughing, I grabbed Stiller’s water bottle off the counter and started chugging it. Eyes wide, my gaze caught on Phila’s. “How did you know?” It came out a garbled sputter, but he understood me.
He snorted softly, no indication in
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