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“Niko,” she murmurs. “What—”
Mak bursts out laughing. “I should have known that putting your female in a room with this many unmated warriors would wake you from death!”
Raina starts to glare at me. Ahh, there is nothing sweeter than this.
“What the fuck? You just climbed out of your regen like that?” She marches in my direction, hips swaying and thighs peeking out from the wrap skirt. I’m hard in an instant, needing her like I need a hearty meal and a glass of water.
“Let’s go back right now and see about whether you should be walking around.”
I step forward to meet her momentum, sweeping her up in my arms despite the strain of my muscles. She shrieks at the sensation of me clamping my arms around her, soaking her front with the regen goo.
“Niko! You’ve barely moved in weeks, so put me down right now, you fucking asshole!”
I shift her further up to drape her over my shoulder.
“This is ridiculous,” she hisses. “Put me down before you collapse!”
“Mak, I trust we can continue this conversation at a later date.” I slip my hand beneath Raina’s skirt to clutch her thighs steady. I sneak in a squeeze in a sensitive area, and she gasps quietly.
Mak stands to signal that he will allow my exit from this meeting. “Do not attempt to leave here without speaking to your king, my friend.”
“Don’t command me, Makki.” I invoke his childhood nickname. “I’ll be visiting the royal baths now. I’ve gotten my mate quite messy, so I wouldn’t advise disturbing me unless you want to lose your eyes.”
“Your powers of intimidation are limited in your current state, but your point is taken. Just remove yourself before the light extinguishes.”
When I compare Raina’s behavior now to how she acted the first time I carried her like this, she’s surprisingly docile. And by that I mean, instead of trying to murder me and shatter my eardrums with screams, she is pinching me and muttering angrily.
“You’re lucky there are witnesses right now, or I’d poke you right in the stab wound.”
I leave the room to the sound of amused laughter shared between Mak and his males. I take his private corridors toward the ancient baths. This old ship might be a floating bucket of bolts, but it has its charms. Its former life was as a royal pleasure cruiser, and as such, the royal quarters are an extravagant maze filled with oddities and luxuries of the past.
When we’ve walked out of earshot of others, Raina huffs and says, “Well, are you going to put me down so I can hug you and tell you that I missed you?”
“Not yet,” I say, gently caressing between her thighs. “Let your mate enjoy this.”
When I’m sure we won’t encounter any others wandering, I explore further, absently stroking between her legs. She makes a ‘hmph’ of frustration, but I find her damp. Her wetness gives her away. We have much to discuss, but I think I must avail myself of her sweet cunt before I find out how we came to be here and how long I’ve been near death.
My memory leads me until I throw open the door to the royal baths, the perfect place to devour my mate in peace. It’s steamy inside. Someone has prepared it for use; anticipating the king and his warriors’ arrival. The intricately laid tiles are just as I remember, displaying the battle scenes of old Zalede. The pictorials are filled with naked red aliens wielding blades, their double cocks dangling freely.
I let her down. She collects herself, taking a moment to observe our new surroundings.
“You’re a real piece of wor—”
“Let me look at you,” I rasp, sinking my fingers through her hair, clutching the side of her head. I want to assure myself that this is all real.
Her blue eyes blaze back at me. Whatever frustration lingered in her mind fades away. With her head tilted back and her lips parted, she’s the Raina of my dreams, yielding to me.
“Tell me you’re real,” I say.
“Does this feel real enough?” She palms my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. The little garment is straining for all its worth.
I lift her again, grabbing her by the thighs, and throw her back to the wall so that our lips can align. Her skirt rides up as I nestle between her legs. She catches me around the waist and grinds her heat on my abdomen.
“I’ve missed you,” she hurriedly whispers.
I want to tear open her top, but she’s wearing a traditional embroidered vest. Even in this state of arousal, I know I shouldn’t destroy the handiwork. My chest is heaving, and it seems there’s no time for buttons.
Forget it; I’ll take her fully clothed.
