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Owen smiled slightly as he looked up at me. “Nice robe. Can I come in?”
“Of course.” I stepped back to make room for him. “My quarters are yours…unless you would prefer to have your own.”
He shook his head as he stepped out of his shoes and wiggled his little toes in the sitting area rug. “I want to stay here.”
Tension eased from my shoulders, and I went to get him a cup of tea as well. “How did you find your way back?”
“Logan brought me.”
I looked to the door, horrified that I hadn’t even noticed the prince-consort.
Owen chuckled. “Don’t worry. He predicted that you wouldn’t know he was there once you saw me.”
And Owen liked knowing he had every ounce of my attention. His smile and the twinkle in his eyes melted my heart. I brought the tea over to the sitting area and sat down to pour only to have him sit on my lap and snuggle in. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my chin on top of his head. The tea could steep a while longer.
The minutes ticked by as his warmth seeped into me before he whispered, “I don’t want to go back to Earth.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, relief pouring through me. “Then you don’t have to go.”
“Don’t I? Shouldn’t I see him returned, plan a funeral, be the one everyone offers their condolences…to…” He trailed off as though having a new thought, and I waited. When he sat up, he was frowning as he said, “Who would even come to his funeral? They’d be making a statement of support, right? They’d be saying they were in favor of Humans First using bombs to kill people.”
“Would they?” I had to ask. “Couldn’t they simply mourn him? Offer their condolences to you for the loss of your father the same as the prince did?”
He glanced away, still frowning. “Privately, yeah, but not publicly. I mean, it would be great if they could, but we’re talking about political leaders, influencers, donors… They’re all either doubling down or distancing themselves after what he did.” His face broke into an enormous smile. “This is going to be the big talking point for the next election. And that’s just a few months away!”
His enthusiasm was the only thing I understood about any of that, so I smiled and asked, “Is this something that would help the delegation?”
Owen snuggled back against me with a wicked chuckle. “I’m going to mobilize the Rebel forces and shame the Imperialists by exploiting Vader’s death.”
Now I was the one frowning. “What?”
He giggled as he lifted his head to kiss me briefly. “I’m going to rile up those on our side and make everyone else look like villains for going against us.” He thrust a fist into the air. “To the resistance!”
While his references were ever so confusing, I did understand his zeal to inspire or change minds as necessary. Seeing the flush of his cheeks and spark in his eyes had me pulling him in for a deeper kiss this time. Owen’s little moan and the way he opened for me, his fingers combing through the fur of my cheek, began to wipe away the gloom within me.
Pulling back, he peered at me. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
I shrugged one shoulder and offered a small smile, not sure if I wanted to talk about loss with him.
Owen nodded. “You’ve probably been to a lot of funerals.”
“I have.”
He gently scratched at my jaw, sending a shiver through me. “How can I help?”
I smiled more genuinely. “You already are.”
Shifting back, he stood up from my lap and reached out a hand. I clasped it without hesitation.
“How about a massage?” he suggested. “Take off the robe and lay face down on the bed.”
I’d had plenty of professional massages but that I would be naked for this one and Owen would be the one touching me had my cock perking up before I’d fully removed my robe. Biting his bottom lip, Owen took off his tunic, leaving his lower body wrapped in tight dark blue cloth that hid nothing. He waved me toward the bed, so I lay down as instructed.
He started at my feet. I couldn’t see him, but his touches seemed to say that he was fascinated by the pads of my toes and the spaces in between. Involuntarily, I flexed and shivered as he explored. He was soon working his way up my legs, massaging muscles and sifting through fur. When he reached my thighs, I spread them wider and lifted my tail in invitation.
Owen’s quiet chuckle sounded wicked as he rubbed my ass muscles. He made me gasp when his thumbs pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my hole. I hadn’t let a lover inside me since I was young—my preferences clear from an early age—but I was tempted as Owen climbed onto the bed and paused to grind himself against me. He giggled, though, like he was only teasing, and I groaned in anticipation of being allowed to turn over and take him.
His firm massaging of my lower back did actually alleviate some tension there, which I appreciated almost as much as the erotic sensations he was causing. He continued to dig his little fingers into the muscles of my back and all the way up to my shoulders. That his hard cock rode the valley of my spine didn’t seem to steal his focus as much as it did mine. Goddess bless, he was tempting me to flip over and plow him into the floor.
