“Why aren’t you drinking, Layla?” Sutton asks, freeing himself from Zayd’s hold and stumbling over to me, sitting at the table.
“Because someone needs to be responsible when the two of you start puking your guts up,” I say.
“That is not right,” Zayd slurs, but still speaks without using contractions because they weren’t in the Throkyn’s Earth language files. “We are supposed to take care of you. Here.” Zayd shoves a tiki mug into my hand. “Drink. I will be responsible,” Zayd slurs, and I laugh.
“You will be passed out before I finish this drink. Come on. I think you two have had enough for the night. Time for bed. Big day tomorrow.” I stand and shove them toward the exit.
They protest, but after I turn off the music, they calm down and allow me to shuffle them down the corridor to our sleeping quarters.
“Drink this.” I give each of them a nausea tincture, hoping it will have as much of an effect on a hangover as it does on space sickness.
They’re both a million degrees, so I leave each of them in their own bed and climb up into the bunk over Sutton.
Just as I predicted, they’re both snoring in no time. And I’m not far behind them.
Chapter 38
Sutton
Myhead’sstillswimmingwhen I wake up and stumble to the bathroom across the corridor.
I’m obviously not sobered up yet, because I don’t hear the shower running before I go in and take a piss.
“Did no one ever teach you to knock?” Zayd steps out of the shower as I finish washing my hands, droplets of water beading on the short nap of fur that covers his body except over his swirling birthmarks and his ridged cock. “I am joking, Sutton.” Zayd plants a playful fist on my arm, but I’m too distracted by the majesty of his form to react.
Maybe it’s the booze, or maybe I’m just sick of denying myself any longer. Whatever the reason, I damn the consequences, palm the back of Zayd’s head, and pull him down to kiss him full on the mouth.
He’s stiff at first, and I think about pulling away, but after a little more than a second, he relaxes into it, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me back.
His tongue is strong and agile. I can see why Layla comes so easily on it. I don’t know how he manages not to pierce me with his fangs, but no matter what I do, they are never a threat.
It’s not long before I think that I could trust his tongue and fangs around another part of me.
First…
I turn my back to the shower stall, never breaking the kiss, and I step back and turn on the water. Steam easily fills the air since the heat from Zayd’s shower had yet to dissipate.
When our heads move under the stream, I let our lips part.
Zayd reaches down and tears my briefs from my hips. We both stand there rock-hard and soaking wet.
Without a word, Zayd pumps soap into the palm of his hand and rubs his hands together.
My eyes close when he spreads the lather in my hair and scrubs my scalp with his claws. If nothing else, this is the best shampoo I’ve ever had. I don’t hesitate to moan my approval.
Yet, still we don’t speak a word after he rinses the suds out of my hair and moves his hands down my arms and over my chest to wash my body.
Once he’s finished with my chest, his hands slide down my stomach.
As his hand wraps around my shaft, he steps forward, forcing my back against the shower wall, slamming his other hand on the wall beside my head as he covers my mouth with his again.
His hand moves along my shaft at a much rougher pace than the first time. Which tells me he’s not doing this for me. This is what he wants.
It’s not been like Zayd to assert dominance over me. He has always been the one taking orders, not giving them.
To my surprise and pleasure, I don’t mind. We can share the authority. Over Layla and each other. That’s fine by me.
Wanting to show him my approval and compliance, I run my hand down his side before reaching between us and taking his shaft in my hand.
