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  Bad cock.

  I swallow down my desire and lick my lips before cleaning her soft pink skin. Using two fingers, I slide around her clit, not wanting to wake it. Just the sight of it peeking out from its hood might thwart what I’m trying to do here. I don’t even dare look, just using my fingertips to guide me. I glide down her slit, cleaning around her puckered hole, then make my way back up.

  I let out a breath, having finished without impaling my sleeping mate on my cock. Mentally, I give myself a high-four. Opening my eyes, I scan my mate’s body, loving the way the suds cling to her skin. Grabbing a bath wand, I turn the water back on and rinse the soap from her body, taking care around her wrists, throat, nipples, and cunt.

  Once the suds are gone, I fill the tub back up and start on her hair. The top of her head doesn’t even come up to my chest, making me smile. I adore how tiny she is compared to us, how easy she is to cuddle with, to carry, how perfect she fits in my arms.

  I begin to massage her scalp when she wakes.

  “Cryk?”

  “Yes, mate. Be still, and let me take care of you.” I plant a kiss on her cheek and continue my ministrations. “How are you feeling?”

  She contemplates her answer. “Broken into a thousand pieces but also completely whole. I know it doesn’t make any sense.”

  Vekk, this girl is perfection. “It makes complete sense, mate.”

  She snuggles farther into my body, her ass wriggling against my groin. I stifle a moan and continue to work on her hair. “So…did we pass? Did we satisfy the board?” Her voice sounds so hopeful.

  “We did,” I tell her proudly. “It was all your doing, little flyer. No one could deny where you belong after you so freely gave yourself to us like that.”

  Her shoulders scrunch up. “You guys made it easy…well, maybe not easy, but…Oh, that feels good.”

  Shiloh’s body deflates, becoming malleable as I work her red strands.

  “You can’t make noises like that, mate, or I’ll have to use your body again before you’ve healed,” I scold.

  Shiloh laughs, but I meant every vekking word. Leaning forward, I grab the wand again and rinse the soap from her hair. “I’d offer to help, but I don’t think my arms are currently working.”

  Now I’m the one laughing. “I don’t want your help anyway, let me take care of you, little flyer.”

  Comfortable silence embraces us as I finish rinsing her. I tug on the plug and drain the water then rinse her again. Once I’m done, I pick her up and hold her snug against my chest, then exit my bathroom to my bedroom. Splayed out on my bed is a soft robe I already have waiting for her. Gently, I place her down, drinking in her exquisite body.

  She makes no move to cover up, her eyes glinting with mischief. That girl knows exactly what she does to me, and she vekking loves it. Her eyes drift from mine, down my body, and to my bobbing cock. “Whatcha got there?” she asks, biting her lip.

  “Don’t test me, mate. After washing you, my patience is quite thin.”

  She opens her legs in response, letting me see her glistening cunt.

  I groan and pounce on her, pulling her arms up over her head with one hand. I grab her chin with the other and take her mouth. I kiss her hard, bruising. I want to deliver a warning. I graze her lips with my fangs, tasting her blood on my tongue before I pull back. “Don’t vekk with me right now, Shiloh. I can’t control what will happen if you do.”

  I let go of her chin and help her into her robe. She pouts when I tie it together, the look of mischief on her face replaced with potent desire.

  Dammit.

  My little display of dominance turned her on.

  Vekk.

  Now I’m even more aroused. My cock is a mishan and ignoring my brain again.

  I scoot her back against my pillows and tuck her legs under the blankets. “Uhh…Are you hungry? I made us a snack.”

  She licks her lips. “I’m starving, now that you mention it.”

  I smile at her, and she grins back. She’s so beautiful. Her hair is drying in soft waves, her emerald eyes bright and happy.

  Perfection.

  I head over to my table and grab a tray I had Joss prepare for me, covered in Earth food and drink. She squeals in delight when she sees her spoils. “Oh my God! Are those cheese and crackers? And Dr. Pepper! Oh, and a Snickers bar! Cryk, you’re the best!”

  I set the tray down and climb in bed next to her, not bothering with clothing, and grab a piece of cheese called muenster. “I’m glad you like it, little flyer. There’s charcuterie of all types! Fill that tiny belly up so we can get your body healed.”

  Shiloh doesn’t need to be told twice to dig in. She grabs a piece of pepperjack cheese and then a slice of prosciutto. She cracks open the can of Dr. Pepper with deft fingers and takes a huge sip.

  “Ahh,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “This is so fucking good.”

  “I can make it even better,” I offer with a wink.

  Her eyebrows raise. “How?”

  “Watch.” Punching in a command on my tablet, the far wall opens, displaying a massive window overlooking space.

  “Wow,” she breathes in awe. “It’s beautiful.”

  As if I’d planned it, a comet shoots across the sky. “Make a wish, Shiloh. Can’t let that comet go to waste.”

  “You wish on comets?” she queries.

  I nod. “Ever since I was a youngling. And yesterday, the wish I wished most finally came true.”

  Shiloh blushes, bites her lip, and glances up at me, her fingers intertwining with mine. “I don’t need to make a wish, Cryk. I have everything I ever wanted.”

  With her free hand, Shiloh guides my face down to hers. We kiss softly, gently, and unrushed. The kiss holds so much power as her soft lips suck on mine.

  In this moment, the world stops, and it’s just her and me. We break apart and finish our meal, watching the stars twinkle in the sky. Only when her breathing changes do I look down and find her fast asleep. Tapping my tablet, I call on a bot to come clean up our meal.

  As I tuck Shiloh under my arm, I give my thanks to the universe for making my wish come true.

  Twenty-Four

  Nul

  I know Cryk looked after Shiloh last night. I checked on the cameras in his room, unable to help myself. I needed to see her after we had shared such an intimate moment. She understood what I needed during the Vultana and helped me through it.

  I hated that she had to be presented like that, and taking her in front of everyone felt wrong. I wanted it to be just us, like the day in the lab. Foolishly, I’d hoped our first time would be natural, not something she felt she had to do. But when she admitted she wanted me? I nearly died and went to heaven. Still, I would have preferred our first time to be special.

  Sighing, I push away those thoughts and concentrate back on the fenra seed before me. The science and agriculture division are trying to cross them with an everyday crop to speed up the growth cycle, and I am in charge of it. But all I can think about is my little mate, wanting to see if she is okay. I want her here with me, watching as I work. It feels empty in here without her now. Glancing over, I stare at the vacant stool I have left at my desk since she came by, it’s hers now for whenever she wants to visit.

  Which I hope is all the time…every day would be wonderful.

  Most of all? I want to make sure we are okay. That she doesn’t resent what happened and still wants me. It’s my deepest fear, and the longer I go without seeing her, the stronger it gets.

  So when the morfka appears and an uncertain looking Shiloh steps out with a small smile, I leap to my feet. Well, I try but I get too excited and end up sprawled on the floor.

  Great.

  I lie here stewing in embarrassment.

  I hear the pitter-patter of her tiny feet as she rushes to my side and drops to her knees. She gently brushes back my hair and peers down at me, worry filling those emerald depths. “Nul, are you okay? How many fingers am I holding
up?”

  “I’m okay,” I answer, cringing. I am physically. Not mentally. Vekk, why am I so awkward? Why can’t I be more like Trov or Cryk around her? Not this clumsy, bumbling idiot. A zero flashes up then, floating next to her head in red, mocking me.

  Vekk you.

  She helps me to my feet, and I sit back down as she shuffles nervously from side to side. “Nul, I—”

  “Shiloh—”

  We both look at each other and laugh. “You first,” I say with a smile.

  “I just wanted to see if you were okay after the-the Vultana?” she asks, stumbling over the word.

  “Of course, I was going to ask you the same,” I rush out, and she smiles.

  “I’m okay, I was really sore yesterday, but I’m feeling much better today.”

  I nod, and we lapse into awkward silence as she looks around at my lab. “So what are you working on today? Can I watch?”

  My eyes fly wide. “Y-You want to stay?”

  Shiloh tilts her head and watches me in confusion. “Of course, I like watching you work…unless you don’t want me here?”

  “N-No, no, please stay!” I almost yell, making her laugh.

  She hops up on her stool, but winces and shifts to get comfortable. I keep my eye on her as I go back to work, happy and relieved she’s here, her scent filling my lab. With her eyes on me, I sit taller and I work harder, because I want to prove to her every day that I am worth her love. I work side by side with her for a while in the quiet, but it is not uncomfortable.

  Then I suddenly remember and turn to her. “I have something for you!”

  She blinks at the abrupt conversation but nods. “Okay, what is it?”

  I get to my feet and help her stand, keeping her hand tucked in mine as I pull her to the little alcove hidden in the corner with my replicator. “Tell it something from Earth.”

  “Nul—”

  “Please?” I request, and she mutters but turns to the machine.

  “Erm, fish and chips with a bottle of Budweiser,” she says, and winces, almost cringing back, undoubtedly waiting for it to spew random alien meals again.

  I wait, holding my breath, numbers flashing in my head. I hope I did this right, I have been working on it since she asked. Finally, the replicator spits out something, and she steps closer, her mouth dropping open.

  Her finger reaches out, and she plucks a long object from the plate and puts it in her mouth, chewing, her eyes widening. “Oh my God, it’s a chip, an actual chip.” Tears mist her eyes as I smile at her. “You did it?”

  “I did, it wasn’t too hard, just had to download some Earth information and then transfer that into our database and work on the coding to make sure—”

  She darts forward and cuts off my rambling with her lips. Pressing against my chest, she kisses me before moving away, her cheeks heating. “Thank you, Nul, you don’t know how much this means to me.”

  If that is the thanks I get, I will do whatever she asks for. “You are welcome, Shiloh. It’s not much, just something I know you wanted.” I shrug.

  “No, it’s a big deal, buddy. Don’t you downplay it. I’m so freaking lucky.” She shakes her head. “I wish I could show you how much it means—” Her mouth quirks up then, and I almost step back at the evil twinkle in her eyes. “In fact, I can.”

  She drops to her knees before me, and I recoil, reaching for her. This goddess shouldn’t be on the floor, never mind on her knees before me. “Shiloh! Are you—w-what are you doing?”

  She peers up at me, her hands at my zipper. “Trust me, Nul?”

  “A-Always,” I stutter.

  She smiles slowly, and I watch, breath caught in my throat, as she frees my cock and holds it in her hands.

  It jerks in her grip as I try to back away. I don’t understand. She said she was sore, and I won’t risk hurting her, but then she does something, something so unexpected, I freeze like a youngling.

  She opens her mouth and sucks the head of my cock between her lips, and the wet, hot cavern encasing me makes me groan. It’s almost as good as her pussy.

  Almost.

  My eyes fly wide as I just gawk down at her. “Shiloh, w-why are you doing this?”

  She audibly pops her mouth from my cock with and grins. “Showing you how much you mean to me. Switch off that brain of yours, Nul, and just enjoy it.”

  She wraps her lips back around my cock and swallows me farther down this time. The sensation of her mouth, of the suction, makes me groan as pleasure sweeps through me. Watching her take my entire length into her mouth is so hot. She wiggles against the floor as the smell of her arousal drifts to me.

  She is enjoying this as much as I am.

  That only makes this hotter and me harder as I fill her mouth.

  But the numbers are still flashing, demanding my attention, so I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her small, soft hand gripping my cock, her mouth as she bobs up and down…

  I groan, my eyes opening when she drags her teeth along the underside of my shaft.

  She rolls my balls in her palm as she swallows my entire length. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I yell her name, my hips jerking, making me vekk her mouth.

  She hums around me, obviously liking it, so I do it again. She encourages me, bobbing up and down faster, spit dripping from her lips as she swallows my cock deeper and deeper.

  The pleasure comes straight from my feet and crawls up my body, called by this-this siren. This goddess. I want to fall to my knees and worship her, but I am trapped.

  I only last two more strokes wrapped in her magical lips, and my balls draw up as I roar. My cum fills her mouth, and I watch her throat work as she swallows it before licking my cock clean.

  Panting, heart racing, I view her in awe. “What—that was incredible,” I whisper, voice hoarse. My legs feel weak, so I drop to my knees, gathering her to my chest.

  She giggles. “It’s called a blow job, just wait for what else I have to show and teach you, Nul.”

  “I can’t wait,” I reply, and I can’t.

  Spending a lifetime with my mate, exploring the worlds and each other? Sounds perfect.

  Pulling back, I wipe her mouth for her and cup her cheeks, unable to speak as I stare at her.

  That’s when I know, looking deep into those emerald depths, I love her. A green one hundred flashes next to her face as she snuggles into my chest.

  I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, never wanting to let go.

  Twenty-Five

  Joss

  I’m in my office working on stealth technology, and I’m completely at a loss. The urge to knock everything off my desk threatens to consume me, but the aftermath of the mess it would create defuses the idea.

  Vekk.

  I scrub my hands down my face, wondering what piece I’m missing. Like I told my Klan, I put a call in to Klan Zolki, but they are participating in a reaping today, making it unlikely I’ll hear back from them anytime soon.

  Checking my messages to see if Klan Gryme has returned any of my calls in regard to the Yarek, I end up disappointed. Still nothing. Something isn’t sitting right with me when it comes to them. I don’t care what the kings say. Three gentle knocks on my office door pull me from my brewing anger, and I rap my hand on my desk, making it four automatically.

  “Come in,” I call, wondering who it is.

  I don’t have to look to know who when the doors open and a perfumed scent invades my space.

  Shiloh.

  I turn quickly in my chair and pull myself to a standing position. “Hey, Shiloh!”

  Don’t be an idiot. Don’t be an idiot.

  “What…uhhh…brings you to these parts?”

  Mentally, I’m punching myself in the face.

  “These parts?” she repeats, laughing. “What other parts are there?”

  Shiloh steps inside my office and leans against the far wall, folding her arms under her chest. She’s wearing a loose-fitting, pink t-shirt that she’s customised. T
he sleeves have been cut off and the neckline enlarged. The hem of the shirt is also cut, showing off her flat stomach. If she raises her arms up even a little, her tits might pop out. The idea to toss something over her head for her to catch filters through my head, but I refuse to be like Cryk, and squash the idea. My eyes trail down her body, from the hint of a nipple poking at her shirt, and down her belly to the little white booty shorts dotted in pink hearts.

  Adorable.

  Her pink clothing is a stark contrast to the mundane and orderly office I keep. Bare white walls and soft grey flooring keep my need to count at bay, my mind relaxed. I know there are exactly forty-eight tiles on the floor and four shelves, each containing eight reference books. My desk is also very organised. Parts are spread across the top, each set in their own containers while I try to build a device to give us stealth.

  “There are other parts,” I retort. “Like the bridge, or the cafeteria or—”

  “Your bed?” Shiloh pushes off the wall and saunters over to me with confidence in her gait. She sucks that lower lip into her mouth before sliding her arms around my waist, pressing her chest against my stomach. “I want you to take me back to the waterfall.”

  “You do?”

  She nods. “Mm-hmm. And I want to do it now. Can you do that for me?” For a minute, I think about all the tasks I set out to get done today, but none are more important than spending time with my mate. Stealth can wait until tomorrow, right?

  How could I say no to that face? “Sure!”

  “Yay!” Shiloh jumps up and down, clapping her hands. I almost drool as her tits bounce with the movement, but the shirt holds, much to my chagrin. “Can we leave now? Can we? Can we? Can we?”

  “Yeah, I just have to tell the guys…”

  “Great!” Shiloh turns and rushes from my office. “Pick me up in ten minutes, okay?” Dumbfounded at her eagerness to hang out with me again, all I can do is nod. “Don’t be late!” she calls after blowing me a kiss.

  My eyes narrow on the spot Shiloh just stood. She’s up to something. I can sense it. My guess is once we get back to the waterfall that I’ll find out what.