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“She had arranged for a woman to … um … feed you.”
He arched a brow. “It’s gonna be necessary.” He struggled onto his elbows.
“I know.” Harley glanced down at the sheet where Brak’s erection tented it. “You were almost killed.” She pushed her glasses onto her nose.
“Damn, Harley. Stop with the spectacles. You know what they do to me. You nixed another female feeding me?”
“Uh-huh. No way is that happening.”
He grinned. “I only want you, Harley. Don’t you know?” Brak patted the bed.
Blushing, she glanced around the room before she sauntered to the door to lock it. “I’m about to be dinner ’cause nobody’s going to be supplying you with women.” She crawled onto the bed from the bottom, ducking under the covers, squirming between his legs. Warm, tentative fingers touched him.
Brak felt her lips kiss the tip of his cock. “Sweet Gahya. Yes. No one, Harley. Ever. Except you.”
She fisted him, a firm grip, her mouth sliding onto him. Just the crown.
Brak spread his thighs, wanting to give his female all the room she needed to work. “Harley. So good.”
Her tongue swirled around him. She licked one side of his length before moving on to the other while her hand cradled his balls.
“Oh yeah.” Brak resisted the urge to palm her head, force her to deep-throat him. But she was driving him crazy. The pheromones poured out of his body, filling the room.
She sucked harder, the sheet bouncing up and down while she stroked him with her mouth, fisting what didn’t fit. Harley set a faster rhythm, taking him deeper. Deeper still.
He closed his eyes, his swollen tip touching the back of her throat. “Harder.”
She obeyed. Her tongue laved him, her teeth scraped, her lips squeezed tight.
“That’s it.” Brak’s hips tilted up, rocking into her mouth, helping her keep the pace. The orgasm started slow. Then it ripped through his body, rolling into his balls, rushing out of his cock and shooting into Harley’s mouth.
But she kept going until he was a limp mass of well-fed, sucked-dry, rapidly healing demon. Damn. His female. She was worth a sword in the ribs. He had to get out of here fast. She had some payback coming. He was going to deliver.
****
Rather than use a portal to return to Covenkirk, Indigo and Roark booked a suite at a five-star hotel on El-Gaish Road outside Alexandria. That is, Roark did. Since he was picking up the tab, she barely winced when the clerk quoted a four-figure price. The highrise was a semi-circular architectural feat nestled among lush green grounds with flowering plants and spectacular trees.
Roark, no sweat under his armpits, no wrinkled clothes from a long intercontinental flight, and no dust on his skin from the musty museum, flirted with the female clerk. He leaned a muscled forearm onto the counter, his lips close enough to the hotel employee for his breath to tickle the plump tops of her breasts, exposed by a low-cut, unprofessional blouse. The hussy giggled as the two played tug-of-war with Roark’s charge card. The shifter had probably sold his body in exchange for a discount on the room.
Rather than leap across the hotel desk, Indigo showed great restraint. She twisted a piece of loose hair around her finger, popping a bubble. She snuggled against Roark while she lowered a disdainful eyelid at the clerk, casting her a snarky grin which said the hunk is with me.
Indigo had no idea why straining necks from guests, blatant lustful stares at Roark, or salacious playfulness from a hotel employee bothered her. But there you go. She was bothered.
Transaction settled, Indigo shouldered her backpack. She and Roark ambled toward the elevators, the clerk’s sigh following them through the sumptuous lobby of dark marble floors where walls were painted in muted tones of black and taupe. The shifter pushed the up button. In tired silence, they rode to the top floor. She was jet-lagged, her clothes were stinky, and she’d learned more about Alexander and the Ptolemies than she wanted to know. Still, this was her biz. She was good at it.
Roark unlocked the door to their suite with a tap of the card.
A refreshing blast of cool air blew across Indigo’s face when she wandered inside. “Okay. Wow!” Her admiring gaze met a sitting area done in stunning golden yellow and turquoise, high ceilings, heavy coordinating drapes, and French doors leading to a balcony overlooking the sea. Indigo, though not a penny pincher, had never treated herself to such lavish accommodations.
She flipped off her sandals to curl her toes in the deep pile rug while Roark cracked open a door on one side of the room, peeking in. He strode to the other side, opening a second door. “You take this bedroom. It’s girlier.”
“Do I strike you as girlie?”
“Yes.”
Indigo huffed at his assessment but brushed him aside to walk into the room. Okay. Maybe I am. It was almost too much to soak in. A thick satiny gold bedspread, big fluffy pillows, creamy yellow walls, and another balcony with a water view. When Roark disappeared into his quarters, muttering something about a shower, she took off her travel clothes, dropping them into a pile before heading to her bathroom.
Wowza.
