“Oh,” my brother said, sliding a hand behind his head awkwardly. “We do not—”
Tamara’s face fell.
Ohshit, was she disappointed? She tried to take a step back but I followed, not letting go of her hands.
No. No, no, no.
Our species kissed. We were just—privateabout it.
I could kiss her in public. It was just once, right? No big deal.
If I held her close people would notseeif my body reacted. It would be fine.
“Filbur, you don’t have to—”
Words were pointless right now, so I interrupted her with the only way I could; by weaving my fingers in the hair at the back of her head and pulling her lips to mine.
Andoh,what a terrible idea this had been.
The second her lips shyly parted and her tongue met mine, my body reacted instantly. I could feel my cock twitching and the usually soft spikes along the underside filling with my seed. Heat traveled all through me and I knew for a fact that my color changing from red to purple-gray in waves couldnotbe missed by the people standing around.
I would never be able to look my brother in the eye, especially knowing that he would have to explain to histhree daughterswhat had just happened.
When she pulled back, I kept my eyes closed, ashamed that I had not been able to control myself.
“Please, forgive me for—”
“You…you changed color,” she breathed out. “Why are the colors moving like this?”
“I-I…It is, uh…”
“A good sign for the future of your relationship,” my brother said, rescuing me from having to blurt out the wordarousalin front of everyone.
“What does it—”
“I will explain,” I answered as the heat subsided. She moved her hand from mine to my forearm and the purple followed, aching for her touch.
“Why does it—”
“Tamara,” I pleaded. She pulled her hand back and her confused gaze met mine. I cast wary glances around, making her understand that we were far from being alone. “It is an intimate thing and I would rather wait until the ceremony is over to explain.”
Hopefully, she would not take me for a deranged pervert and run away…
7
I chose.
Tamara
Cancos were…quiet. Soft. Curious.
A far cry from their tougher appearance, but this probably only had to do with the thickness of their skin. The sharpness of their thumb.
They could easily cut limbs if they wanted to…Some part of me had been convinced that it was my fate. That maybe my husband would use me to get his child and then they would get rid of me somehow.
But his oath? It still echoed in my head. Still warmed the inside of my chest. It soundedtrue. Everyone could throw meaningless words. Make promises they didn’t intend to keep. Jake did, after all. A lot. But I somehow knew it already back then; his promises were worth shit.
Filbur’s? He had meant every word he’d said.
