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I brushed the sleeve gently and smiled into the mirror. In a way, that made this marriage easier than all others I might have dreamed would happen. It would only be days old when it all ended. Way less pressure than bonding yourself to one person for eternity.
Krafina weddings had a ceremony and reception on one day, but the next day was even more critical. It would entail games that all the soldiers and Commanders would participate in as celebration of the groom’s prowess in battle. I wasn’t even sure what games it would be or if Braxl would be competing. That was not what was important about that day to me.
All I had to do was finish rigging everything after the reception tonight, and when the shuttles were gathering again for the next event, I would unleash my fireworks.
The door behind me to the hallway outside my quarters slid open. My chest tightened with readiness, but I held my cool and glanced behind me in the mirror.
“Braxl!” Was that delight in my voice real? Was that pitter-patter of my heart just a surprised reaction or was it excitement?
I turned slowly, letting him admire my naked body as he slipped into my quarters, eyes traveling up and down the length of my legs and the flush of my skin. The door shut behind him. I should have known he would have full access to my quarters. It was his ship, I was sure there was nowhere forbidden to him.
Braxl strode with purpose, then stopped directly in front of me. Hunger flashed in his eyes, and his hands looked ready to grab me as they raised ever so slightly beside his waist. He had another embroidered garment over his arm. He noticed my glance toward it, and he tossed it aside on a chair.
“Are you happy?”
It seemed like his question surprised him as much as me. I licked my lips and thought to my cover files, trying to find something believable. What was happiness supposed to mean to me when I was on a mission like this?
Just flirt…
“It’s our wedding day, right?” I slipped my fingers into the toggles of his shirt and began to unclip them one by one. I trailed my fingertips down his chest and looked up at him for an answer, biting my lip. “Are you happy?” His eyes fell to the ground and panic flushed through me.Shit.Something had happened.
“My father…” he growled, fists tensing, eyes flashing. He tossed his head in anger, staring at the wall behind me.
I grabbed his chin to distract him from whatever thoughts were causing his lust to fall. I traced his lips lightly, bringing his eyes back to me, and then tugged his shirt off.
“Is there anything I can do to make you happier?”
He let me prowl my fingers around his muscles with my fingertips. His muscular structure was so familiar, yet so different at the same time. A different array of abdominal muscles gave him something more like a 14-pack. His pecs were muscular and sheathed in the slight shine of scales that were on his arms, as well. As I tapped my fingers along his abs, he sucked his breath in sharply and it seemed like his entire body was vibrating.
He really wants me…
I kept my hand on his chin and guided his lips down to mine, noticing with a thrill of excitement that his fangs were protruding again.
I couldn’t help but be curious.
As our lips pressed together, he wrapped his arms around me, clenching at the small of my back, pulling me into him tightly, crushing my mouth with his. He pulled my hair back and exposed my throat, gliding his fangs in sync with my flaring heart rate.
My hands were eager on his back, leaving nail marks to match the ones from the holo-deck. I wrapped one leg around his waist, gasping for air as he fondled my naked breasts gently but with the enthusiasm of a glutton holding himself back from devouring the entire pie.
He pulled back and looked at me, eyes wild, breath heavy, tongue flicking at his fangs.
He was asking permission…
Oh shit, oh shit…
My heart raced in my chest, its beats thundering in my ears. My fingers tingled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension, while his chest rose and fell in sync with the intensity of the moment.
Could I handle it? Could I handle the Krafina toxin?
“I want you…” he breathed out, deep, guttural. Honest.
I looked from his fangs to his eyes and smiled.
I nodded.
He needed no more permission than that. He cradled me into his chest, pulling back on my hair and nipping into my shoulder. I gasped as the fangs pierced my skin. His breath was hot but where the fangs pierced was icy cool.
I held tightly to him, my legs wrapped around him, one of his hands cradling my ass, as he sank the fangs, gently, a little deeper.
