Cassandra had.
AndSevwas beginning to fear thatRavikwas not the only one who needed her.
14
CASSIE
TheBunkerStewwas delicious, ifCassiesaid so herself.Thealien ingredients seemed to go together in a way they never had when she’d tried to cook forSskarth.Thenagain, she hadn’t tried very hard.Herex had been wealthy enough that they could afford to eat out most of the time—which was what manyVisskousdid.
But she had missed cooking—it had always been one of her favorite activities.Evenback when she’d been married toMitchand he had demanded supper every night, it was one marital duty she hadn’t minded.
Of course what shedidmind was how often her ex wanted sex.Evenback when her sex drive had been active, she hadn’t wanted to have sex as often as he did.Sexwith her first husband was just a few pumps, a squirt and a tickle beforeMitchrolled off her and was snoring in sixty seconds flat.
WithSskarth, things were different.Hedidn’t want sex as much asMitchhad—not after the novelty of her scaleless body had worn off, anyway—but sex with him had been a slow, cold affair that involved him poking his long, skinny penis—which actually had a stiff, brittle bone in it—carefully into her “wet slot” as he called it.Thescales on his member had been rough to touch and it wasn’t very pleasant having him inside her, soCassiehadn’t really enjoyed sex with him either.
In fact, she hadn’t enjoyed sex withanyman she’d ever been with—but there had only been three.Mitch, the guy she’d dated briefly after divorcing him, and thenSskarth.Nowthat she thought of it, she had to admit that sex had been the single biggest disappointment of her adult life.
Butwhyare you thinking about sex at the dinner table?whispered a little voice in her head.
Cassie frowned.Whywasshe thinking about sex?Maybebecause she’d spent almost twenty minutes pressed up against the huge, nakedBeastKindredseated to her left?Ormaybe because of the way theBloodKindredseated to her right couldn’t seem to stop looking at her breasts—though it was clear he was doing his best not to.Itwas like her nipples had him mesmerized or something—which made her want to laugh and blush at the same time.
She felt desired by both of them and that felt new and different…in a good way,Cassiethought.Theidea that both of the big, muscular warriors was attracted to her whenSskarthhad done his best to make her feel ugly and old and unattractive was a much needed shot of confidence.
All this went through her head in the first five minutes of sitting down to eat.Becauseof the long, narrow nature of the bunker, the kitchen table was also long and narrow and the three of them had to sit side-by-side instead of across from each other.Cassiehad taken the middle seat without even thinking about it, but now she couldn’t help feeling surrounded since the two of them were so big.
“So tell me,” she said toSeverin, trying to make conversation.“I’venever seen aKindredwarrior wearing glasses before.Areyou near sighted or far sighted?”
“Neither,”Severinsaid shortly.“Myvision simply isn’t as good as most other males.Iuse my oculars mainly for work,” he added.
“Oh?That’stoo bad,”Cassiesaid sympathetically.“I’vebeen wishingIcould get some reading glasses myself, but theVisskousversion of glasses won’t fit me since they have their eyes on the sides of their heads.What’syour prescription, anyway?”she asked, curious to know what theKindredconsidered to be “bad vision.”
Severin looked down at his stew.
“I have only 20/20 vision, asIbelieve you humans call it,” he murmured, sounding half-ashamed of himself.
“What?Butthat’s perfect vision!”Cassieexclaimed.“IwishIstill had 20/20 vision!”
TheBloodKindredshook his head.
“MostKindredmales have much better vision—they can see further and also with more detail thanIcan.Whichis whyIneed oculars.Myvision and my size are the reasonRavikandIbecame friends in the first place,” he added.
Sensing a story,Cassieput down her spoon.
“Your size?What’swrong with your size?Andhow did it make you two friends?”she asked, genuinely interested.
“I’m shorter than mostKindredmales—only six-foot-six or one hundred and ninety-eight centimeters, in your human measurements,” he said, sounding like he was admitting a personal fault.
“Onlysix-foot-six?”Cassiesaid, frowning.“Thatstill makes you extremely tall.Imean,Idoubt you’d be kicked off a basketball team.Ora football team for that matter,” she added, looking at his broad, muscular shoulders.
“I’m short compared to other males—Iwas always small, growing up.”Severinspoke stiffly and kept looking down at his stew as he talked.“Ravik, on the other hand, was always larger than the other males in our class.”
“So the two of you went to school together?”Cassieasked, fascinated.Shewas trying to picture the two of them when they were younger and smaller but it was hard to do since they were both the size of linebackers now.
TheBloodKindrednodded.
“Both our parents immigrated to theMotherShipat the same time.Ravikwas a little older than me, but his education was interrupted by a clan war on his home planet ofRageron, so he was put in my class at theLearningCenter.”
“And did the two of you make friends right away?”Cassiesaid.
