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Reynaldo frowned. “Do you need it tended?”
“No, it is just prickly, not hot.”
He nodded and sat back.
Syar nuzzled at her neck and started to kiss her. She kept her tone calm. “How much longer are we in the air?”
Reynaldo chuckled. “About two hours. If he latches onto you, he comes off when you pinch his ear.”
“Latches?” She gasped a moment later when Syar moved her shirt and bra strap from her shoulder and started to suck. Hard. “Holy shit.”
She was going to have a hickey for a few minutes.
“Syar, let go.”
His eyes rolled as he sucked. She slid her finger along his lips, popped it between her skin and his teeth, and broke the suction.
She pressed soft kisses along his forehead and cheeks. “Okay. Pick the parts of me you do that to very carefully, or I will do more than pinch your ears. I will pierce the fuckers.”
He smiled slowly. “How did you do that?”
“I have grown up around kids, and a lot of them don’t know that my breasts don’t give milk. Undoing a latch is one of the first things you learn. Staying away from weaning toddlers is another.”
“Are you calling me a toddler?”
She ran her finger over his lips. “If the suction fits.”
He smiled and bit her fingertip. He flicked her finger with his tongue before letting her go. She worked hard to keep from showing any reactions.
Reynaldo asked, “Did he injure you?”
“No. It will probably heal in fifteen minutes.”
He came over and looked at the hickey going through its life cycle. “Wait, you heal rapidly?”
“Yeah. I talked to Olivia, and she said she does as well. It probably has something to do with the keratin spikes on the tongue and other areas of feline alphas.” She looked at him. “No worries.” She chuckled. “They are also good guys and have offered their help if I ever get knocked up and the dad takes off or is simply uninterested.”
Syar chuckled. “Ford’s pride agreed to take you in if anything happens?”
“Sure. They are neighbours with another member of the book club, so they are well aware of what it is and what it’s doing for the waves of betas who are turning up. Some are like me, in pretty rough shape. They are housed, rehabilitated, and helped through any alterations or transformations. Older couples volunteer and act as foster parents and rehab for the battered betas.”
Syar cocked his head. “That would be fun. You having a little kitten.”
“Uh, as sweet as the thought is, my uterus is scarred to hell and stitched up. It won’t be hosting anyone.”
His face fell. “That’s sad.”
She stroked his neck. “It is, and I have already cried over it. It’s done.”
Careful fingers peeled back her shirt. The scraping of Reynaldo’s tongue made air escape her lungs. She let her eyes flutter closed.
She kept her breathing calm as he gave one last lick and raised his head.
Syar looked at her and smiled. “This is going to be fun.”
She looked at Reynaldo, and his eyes were glowing. “Yeah, I am not up for that kind of fun. It never ends well for me.”
His gaze banked, and he returned to his seat. She felt the stirrings of interest in their link.
