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I try to dig a little deeper, but there is no sign of Lila’s lost memories, which means my parents must still have them. I need to speak to them immediately.

Sighing, I pull gently out of Lila’s mind. She’s in a trance-like state, and I don’t wake her just yet as I run my hands through my hair in frustration. Why didn’t my parents tell me any of this once I was old enough? But then I have never spoken to them about wanting or needing an intimate, and I guess those were the instructions issued by Lila’s parents.

Fuck, my thoughts continue to wreak havoc in my mind.

Now what do I tell Lila when she wakes up? I need to speak to my parents before I tell her anything, but she’s going to be so disappointed if I tell her I found nothing. Maybe I can distract her. My eyes rake over her body, and I look at her in a whole new way. Before I dove into her mind, I would have been happy to fuck her four times and see her on her merry way, but now that I know differently, a wave a pure possessiveness rushes through me and I squeeze my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching for her. Everything makes sense now. It explains my extreme reaction to her and how I am absorbing her residual emotions, which is an intimate thing, and I don’t know how I didn’t consider it earlier. All I want to do now is take her into my room and fuck her until I seal myself to her in the Skarrian way then do it again the warlock way.

Do I tell her about this, or do I wait and let her get to know the real me and not the playboy prince I project to everyone around me? Shit, and my harem. I need to get rid of them, but how am I going to feed in the meantime? Saxon will help me out, but maybe I can talk to Lila’s mate and see if he is willing to feed me as well until I can get Lila to bond with me.

My emotions are a confused mess when I hear a door open and someone steps into the room. Whirling, I put myself between Lila and the intruder. Standing there is my head harem girl, Elyan. She’s wearing a flimsy see-through robe, and I can feel her hunger float through the air. When it hits me, I recoil in disgust. She sees my reaction, and her sexy pout turns to a frown.

“You told me to come find you next time I needed to feed.” Elyan is the strongest of my harem and likes to feed from me because she gets a temporary boost, but she’s still nowhere near my power levels. In the past I didn’t care, but the thought of feeding her now turns my stomach. Shit, that’s going to be a problem if I feel the same way about feeding from others.

“I’m busy. Get one of the others to see to your needs,” I snap, waving her away. I see the hurt in her eyes, but I have no time to soothe hurt feelings now, especially when I have never asked for feelings to be involved, apart from the superficial ones of course.

She huffs, turns, and flounces back through the doorway, and it slides closed behind her. Thankfully she didn’t notice Lila, because she can be a vindictive little bitch if she thinks that my eye is wandering. She’s vicious whenever she sees Saxon on the ship. He thinks it’s hilarious.

Turning back to my intimate, I help her recline on the cushions and allow her to come out of the meditative state the tea put her in. If I happen to wrap my arms around her and hold her until she shows signs of being conscious, well, we won’t tell anyone about it.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lila

My body is warm and comfortable as I blink my eyes a couple of times. It’s like I’ve woken from a long nap, but the last thing I remember is drinking tea with Xavier. Turning my head, I find the gorgeous warlock fast asleep, his arms wrapped around me as he spoons me from behind. That’s why I feel the way I do, and I don’t hate the feeling. I know the sexy creature is only interested in a friends with benefits arrangement, but I can’t help feeling like I want more with him. There’s just something about him that draws me to him, and I want to explore that. I’m just not sure if we can keep sex off the table while we get to know each other. Even now, with his arms wrapped around me in a very nonsexual way, my body rages with desire. This man lights a fire in my pussy, and I think the only thing that’s going to put it out is him.

But then I remember what Cas said about my fuck me vibes, and I mentally slap myself. Of course those future children of mine are fucking with my body. I can’t wait to gross them outone day by telling them stories about what a horny bitch they made their mother.

I try to ease away from the sleeping man, lest my fuck me vibes start affecting him too. Or maybe they already are and it’s the only reason he’s interested in me. No, that can’t be right, because his mark appeared on my shoulder before Caspian’s beast knocked me up. I breathe out a sigh of relief and decide to stay and enjoy my moment with the man. Not to mention he owes me an explanation. I want to know if he found anything in my mind.

“God, Lila, could your thoughts be any louder?” Xavier mumbles, pulling me tighter against him, his dick hardening against my ass.

I freeze, even though I’m dying to grind back against his erection. “Did you really hear my thoughts?” I ask him quietly, not sure if I’m happy about that or not.

One of his hands slips up to cup my boob, and he nuzzles my neck, nipping the tender skin. The throb in my core almost has me moaning out loud, but I manage to stifle it. Stupid fuck me vibes. “No, but I can feel your desire, your worry, and your curiosity,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. “And it’s all I can do to stop myself from feeding from you. Your emotions are mine to devour, but not without your permission.”

What would it hurt to let him have a little taste of me? I wonder what four rounds of sex actually consist of? I never thought to ask. Does oral count? Is it when we both orgasm? Is it penetration, and how would that work for lesbians? Fuck my life, why are there so many questions and who the fuck do I ask?

“Phoeall, what are you thinking? You’re squirming like a sandar worm.” He releases his hold long enough for me to roll and face him. When I do, I almost get lost in his eyes once more. There’s a feeling of familiarity and comfort between us that I really don’t understand.

I take a deep breath and feel a blush roll over my cheeks. “I’m lost, if I must be honest. One part of me, a big part if I’m honest, wants to ride you like I want to win the grand national, but another part of me, the sensible I want to kick my own ass part, says I have questions that need to be answered, and I think only another Skarrian can answer them for me.”

He smirks before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my lips, and then he rolls away from me and stands up, adjusting his raging hard-on which is tenting his loose pants. “Of course. Far be it for me to rush you into something you are not ready for. Go and have your questions answered. I will be awaiting your return, but for now, you have awoken a fierce hunger in me, and I must feed.” He grimaces apologetically.

His words stab at my heart, and I just about recoil with the pain. Why do I feel this way about someone I’m not even bonded to? It’s yet another question to be answered. Is monogamy expected with the appearance of marks? Surely not, because species like Xavier’s can’t survive like that. So why does it hurt so much to hear him say he is going to feed on someone else? I’m such a hypocrite when I’m going to go find my mate and fuck my frustration out with him.

“Okay, of course, I understand,” I tell him and turn to leave, but he grabs my hand and stops me.

“I wish I could feed from a Pleasure Bot, because I can feel your annoyance and hurt, but I can’t. They produce no emotions and have no powers for me to feed from. I am so sorry if this hurts you.” His eyes are cloudy with concern, but I just pat his hand with my free one, trying my best to reassure him.

“It’s okay, I completely understand. Go and use your harem. That’s what they are there for, and they’ll still be there when whatever we are doing has run its course. You don’t want to upset them while I’m trying to figure things out.”

Look at that, I can seem reasonable, even if all I want to do is stab Mithus and those two bitches over and over again. I grit my teeth and pull myself away from his hand, climbing out of the sunken lounge and making my way to the door. The lack of a physical connection causes a tinge of pain in my chest. When I turn back, he’s looking at me with a frown on his face.

“Don’t you want to hear what I found in your mind?” he asks, changing the subject, which is probably a good thing because I’m feeling ragey as fuck. I wonder if this is what happens when the fuck me vibes don’t get satisfied. There’s no other reason for me to want to go postal and murder anyone who gets near him.

I steer clear of any of his things, lest I pick them up and start throwing them around the room.

“Not right now.” I can’t help the abruptness in my tone, and I don’t turn to look at him so he doesn’t see the seething jealousy burning in my eyes.