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“Runa, are you in need?”
Cordelia nodded, flushing again. “I need to get cleaned up first,” she replied vaguely, uncertain why now all of a sudden she felt embarrassed to be covered in cum. It hadn’t bothered her during those days of crazy-mist cave sex, but now that she was in a tidy room, she felt dirty.
Ezul nodded seriously. “It is only right that I tend to the mess I made.”
Cordelia squeaked in surprise when Ezul pried open her legs, kneeling at her feet before tossing her limbs over his shoulders. She fell onto her back with an oomph, a delighted moan trapped in her throat when she felt Ezul’s tongue slide over her inner thighs, through her folds, and then plunge into her pussy.
Mist circled her wrists, pinning her to the bed while he feasted on her cunt, only stopping when he was satisfied.
“A few items were delivered for you,” Ezul told his Runa gruffly, feeling suddenly nervous as Cordelia’s head popped out from around a corner.
She had been curious to explore her surroundings after he’d tasted her cunt for hours, fed her, and then put her back to bed to rest after she’d taken his barb twice more.
Now it was the next morning, and she was eagerly roaming her new home. She’d been going through what little belongings he owned for the past few hours while making all sorts of appreciative sounds.
Some noises were similar enough to her breathy moans that Ezul had nearly taken her to the ground and rutted her then and there. However, his fear of making her sore kept his hands lax at his sides.
She approached him, an excited smile on her face as her hands fisted in the material draping her body. Ezul’s shirt dwarfed her small frame, falling to her knees, concealing her curvy frame from his gaze.
He didn’t understand how one garment could make the possessive male inside him preen in pride, but it did. He wanted to both simultaneously rip it from her and keep it covering her curves, another claim of who she belonged to.
“What did you get me,” Cordelia asked, looking around until she spotted the small bundle of clothes laid out on the table. “Oh,” she murmured, all but deflating before his very eyes.
“Do you not wish to have garments?” He didn’t intend to snap at her, but his voice was raised, his defenses rising.
Cordelia glared at him, smacking a palm to his bare chest. “Don’t get sassy with me, or I’ll get sassy withyou, and trust me when I say you don’t want to deal with that.”
“I do not know what ‘sassy’ is, but I am offended you do not wish to even inspect your garments before you find them lacking.”
Cordelia’s brows rose and then she sighed, nodding her head. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I think I’m just traumatized by the harem outfits. Promise me nothing in there is transparent.”
“I would never dress my mate in rags,” Ezul assured Cordelia, taking her hand in his, as was the Earth custom, and leading her to her clothing. “I did not acquire too much as I want you to pick out the garments you desire while we are out.”
“Out?” Cordelia exclaimed, squeezing Ezul’s hand. “We’re going out?”
He nodded, unsure of why his Runa seemed to be vibrating before his very eyes.
“Yes, I thought it best to acquaint you with Ragtar, our city, but only as long as your heat is bearable. The first sign of distress and we will come back and mate.” And then he would be needed at the capitol for the meeting with his father, he thought ruefully.
Cordelia’s eyes lit up, and the slow smile that spread across her face was enough to cause his anticipation to nearly consume him.
Chapter 13
CordeliaheldEzul’shandas they walked through the city center, though he made a point to stand a few feet from her, stoic at her side.
Their first few stops had been to purchase more clothing, but Cordelia had been bewildered by all of the different credit prices. For material that would have been expensive on Earth, the price was dirt cheap here. But cotton of any kind? Apparently it was imported from another planet, so each piece was wildly expensive.
Cordelia had balked at the price of a dress that caught her eye, and Ezul had finally caved to her pestering and helped her learn a bit about Aragnok’s credit system. Apparently cotton was only worn by the wealthy or those with ‘high value’, which blew Cordelia’s mind.
When she’d realized Ezul had purposefully taken her to an exclusive cotton boutique that boasted fiery orange walls and floating orbs that hovered high above their head, acting as dim lights, she’d nearly sprinted from the shop.
There was no way she was going to let him go bankrupt just by buying her some clothes. She’d simply wear his shirts forever. And bonus? The shirts would smell like him.
Ezul had muttered irritably under his breath about his wealth being more than adequate, dragging her to one of the shop’s fitting rooms set at the back while grabbing several pieces of clothing he’d noticed her looking at earlier.
She’d been mortified and angry that Ezul seemed determined to spend so much, but her protest had died in her throat when he’d collared her neck, backing her into a wall and kissing her until she’d forgotten why she was upset.
He’d pulled away only when her knees felt weak, the wall the only thing holding her up, and he had smirked down at her, his thumb running possessively over one of her mating marks.
