Page 97 of Alien Storm


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“So. Will I be allowed to stay here tonight? Or not?”

“Do you want to stay here?” I asked, my heart crashing in my breathless chest. I did not even know what I wanted her to say. I hoped she’d say, “No,” so that I could remain safe and strong away from her just a little longer.

And, piercing peaks of the Deep Sky, how I ached for her to say, “Yes.”

Clearly, she was as unsure of her own feelings as I was.

“I don’t know.” She hopped off the bed. I’d left so little space between myself and the bed that her front was now pressed to mine. “It depends on who’s going to be here with me.”

“You and Tilka are both talking in riddles. There would obviously only be me in here with you,” I muttered. Curse me, she was so pretty. Her skin like silk of the finest fashion. Her mouth a sweet temptation that drew my helpless gaze.

“But which version of you?” that mouth asked me. The eyes asked it, too. “The arrogant, closed-off Errok? Or the real, vulnerable one?”

My tail smashed the stone. My cock stiffened. My head ached.

I raked agitated claws through my hair. “You mean the frightened, blathering idiot who woke up and started pawing at you like an untried youth?ThatErrok? Skies alive, mate, please do not tell me that pitiful creature is the one you want. He isgone.”

He was not gone. He was deep inside me, growing more and more panicked by the moment.

I will lose her. I will lose her like this and never get her back.

But how could I hope to keep her if she wanted something impossible from me?

When my eyes found her face again, I balked. Her mouth trembled, and her eyes were oddly shiny.

“Don’t say that,” she whispered thickly. “The person I was with that night... I want...”

“You want what?” I snapped. I nudged closer until her palms fell back behind her, pressing into the edge of the mattress. My hands moved there, too, as I leaned over her and caged her in. “You want me weak again, Zuh-Tephanie? Is that it? Fine. It’syour lovethat’s made me weak. I am weak in my need for you. Weak. Mad. Pained. I’m sick in my love-struck head and I’m convinced I’ll never be quite right again.”

“You hate feeling weak,” she said, her angry words caressing my lips. “And yet you say I’m the one making you that way. So why don’t you just go ahead and say you hateme?”

“Never. I don’t. Ican’t,” I groaned. My cock jerked against her abdomen. She made a small, high sound that boiled my blood.

That blood stilled, my heart stopping entirely when she spoke her next words.

“You hurt me, Errok.”

The inside of my head went black.

What?What?

My heart roared back to frantic life.

A sickly tremor went through me. My trembling hands flew to her jaw. I searched her face desperately.

“Where? How? What have I done? Tell me what is wrong andtell me how to fix it.”

If she didn’t tell me this instant, I’d tear all her clothes from her little body, and not for the reason I’d fantasized about doing so up until now. But because I needed to see where she was hurting. My hands had already skittered from her jaw to her neck, prodding as gently as my surging anxiety would allow. My hands dragged down her slender arms, grabbing at her hands so that I could inspect each fragile finger.

She yanked her hands from mine with remarkable strength.

“It’s not something you can see.”

“Are you sure? I have excellent eyesight,” I rasped.

“It’s not a physical injury,” she clarified.

“What, then?” I said, barely keeping myself from roaring. I was barely keeping myself together at all. “If I have hurt you, if I have damaged you somehow... Curse me, Zuh-Tephanie. My life would beover.”

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