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Wasn’t it?
Seventeen
If Remmo noticedthat I was uncharacteristically quiet as we trained that day, he didn’t mention it.
Honestly, the chances of him not noticing it were pretty slim. He was Remmo. He noticed everything.
There was a reason they called himVuvim, after all. And from what I had gathered, they did so because he was a damn good spy when he wanted to be.
So he was being quiet to give me space.
Because he knew he’d dropped one hell of a bomb on me in the shower that morning, and that I’d need time to process it.
Because he knewme.
And that kind of scared me.
So, after we finished training that night and stepped back into the shower together, scrubbing our own bodies silently, I gave in to my basest fears. I blurted out, “Let’s go back to the Stronghold.”
Remmo looked at me, lifting an eyebrow. “Why?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Dots. Plus, I want to see how all the newbie humans are doing. And I want to know if Fovea is pregnant yet. And—” I cut myself off when he placed a hand on the center of my chest, directly over my heart.
“Don’t lie to me, Iloli.” His voice was gentle. “I scared you, earlier.”
“You didn’tscareme. Just… maybe overwhelmed me?” I bit my lip. “And those things aren’t lies. I am curious. Dots—Dakota, dammit—was put on spy duty. She’s spying on Aev, and I can see tall, dark, damaged, and silent totally being her type. She’s probably crushing on him, and won’t admit it to anyone but me.”
I turned away from Remmo, closing my eyes and scrubbing my hair. There was so damn much sweat in the strands. “Plus, we should probably be there when Naomi breaks her bond to him, so we know if he loses control of the klynnas. You’re probably the unseelie expert on fighting them, since you seem to be the expert on everything. And you know we need to see if I can actually swing a fist at someone other than you, because I know you won’t let me hurt you, and I don’t know that about them. Oh, and—“
I inhaled sharply when his hands landed on my hips, and then one of them slid down to my core.
He slowly traced a finger around my clit, and I found myself grabbing his arm, holding it like it was a damn anchor.
“Are you distracting me with sex?” I asked him.
He stepped forward once, so his erection met my backside, and then again, so I was pressed up against the shower’s wall.
Not gonna lie, I was starting to really enjoy being sandwiched between two hard things like that.
“Yes.” He nibbled on my earlobe, still stroking me, and I groaned.
“Cool.”
His rough chuckle made my lips curl upward slightly. “If you need time to process, I will give you time. Space, too, if necessary. But don’t lie to me, Iloli. Never.” He pinched my clit, and I cried out.
Remmo eased up on the sensitive flesh, and his other hand wrapped around my thigh, lifting me up off the ground.
I felt his side of our bond open, and gasped as his emotions came flooding toward me—his concern, his possessiveness, his need, his love.
My eyes stung.
He lined the head of his cock up with my slit, and slowly slid home.
The stinging in my eyes grew fiercer as he filled me, his emotions still raging through me.
Concern, possessiveness, need, love.
Concern, possessiveness, need, love.
