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I didn’t have anything to offer Thorzan or its people. I didn’t have any skill except surviving. Barely.
“It’s so stupid,” I whispered. “It was just a thing. And I volunteered to do it. But it made me feel so fucking worthless. Like I’m nothing.”
Vorian’s jaw worked, like he was tasting the words before he spoke them, but he didn’t make a sound at first. His eyes bore into mine though, staring in shock.
Then his hand slipped beyond my throat, across my shoulder. His fingers twisted in my long golden hair. He drew it to his lips, running the strands across his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut like the feel of it was a luxury, though fuck knew when the last time I’d combed it was.
“The light of sacred Lyr is spun into your hair, and yet you doubt your worth? Beau, you are worth all things.”
He said it so seriously, so reverently, that my breath caught. My heart clenched in my chest, then shuddered in a flood of warmth. All those awful words my father had shouted at me when he’d turned me out—sissy, faggot, fucking girl—sparked and sizzled out in the full regard of those enormous blue irises. It was like they’d never existed. Never applied to me.
Because I was worth everything.
I surged forward, pressing my mouth to his as he pushed my hair back and out of the way, coaxing his lips open with my tongue until I was breathless and overwhelmed.
His big, rough hand ran down my back, across the curve at the base of my spine, down beneath my ass. He dragged the hem of my dress up, and I felt his hand on my bare skin as he gripped a cheek.
I whined, my fingers digging into the top of his spine, pulling him as close as I could get him. “Show me,” I rasped. “Prove it.”
Just this once, I wanted to believe it. And if anybody could make me do that, it was a big alien with marks across his skin and sapphires in his eyes.
CHAPTER10
VORIAN
Prove it, he said, as though there could be doubt of his worth.
I cursed the name of Crux to the sky, for making this sweet soft creature doubt himself. Was this why Xyren hated me so much? Because I was a reminder of how Crux had hurt his perfect beloved? Not that I thought my mother perfect—I, of all creatures, knew how cruel she could be when she wished to. But the king had chosen her, so surely he thought of her as... I thought of Beau.
But that was silly, because Beau was not my mate.
He was simply a beautiful creature, gentle and caring, and one of the only ones who had ever made me want to smile with his little jokes, and the shy way he ducked his head, and the faraway look in his eyes.
Well, if he wanted me to prove his worth, all I could give him was an understanding of what he was worth to me.
And he was worth everything.
I leaned into his devouring kiss, taking over it as I wrapped my arms around him, palming his round ass cheeks as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. It was hot and wet, velvety soft, his tongue slick, and his teasing made me shudder against him, imagining what he could do with such an appendage.
Almost immediately, his own eyes flew open and rounded in shock, and he pulled away, staring at my lips in surprise. He reached up, sticking a finger in my mouth and running it along my ridged tongue before trembling.
I would have worried that he was displeased by the feel of me, had his cock not jerked against my belly at that moment, making its interest known. He was as fascinated by our differences as I, clearly.
I pressed a finger against his chin, tipping it up so that he would look me in the eye instead of inspecting my tongue. “Enough?”
He pulled his hand away, grabbing my face in both hands and shaking his head. “Not even close. I need more. I need... I need all of you.” His cheeks flushed and he looked down, between our bodies. “Can you—I mean, can we even...” He trailed off, biting his lip, brows drawn together in something like worry or confusion.
I decided to simplify the situation, and pulled up the traveling garb he still wore, sliding it over his head when he obligingly lifted his arms. I tossed it away, so that I could get a proper view of his creamy pink skin. So strange, his whole body without a hint of blue to be seen anywhere.
The head of his cock was reddening, the same way his cheeks had, but darker. I reached down and skimmed my fingers over it, the feel of him softer than anything I’d ever touched before in my life. Softer even than a zintar’s fur, or the velvety petals of the deadly aleri flower.
He bucked into the touch, whimpering and letting his head fall back. “Vorian,” he whispered, and my blood was lit afire by the light of Lyr he held in himself. No one had ever spoken my name that way before, in soft reverence, without a hint of anger or fear or disgust. When he followed it with, “Please,” I decided that I would do whatever he wanted. I would cut my own throat if he demanded it.
So I stroked the soft skin of his cock with one hand, and with the other, I explored his body. It was built very much like a Thorzi body, in the most superficial ways, but that made sense. The technology that created hybrid children wouldn’t have worked if our races had been too different. So I sought out his entrance, between those soft round cheeks, and it seemed things worked the same for humans there, as well, since when I pressed a single fingertip inside him, he moaned and rolled his hips forward, face contorting in pleasure.
“So beautiful,” I whispered against his neck, placing a kiss there, then licking his salty skin. “So sweet. How could anyone look at you, speak to you, taste you, and not understand how precious you are, Beau?”
He rolled his head up, meeting my eye once more, his lips parted and panting. “Don’t let most of them”—he moaned again as I pressed against his hole with my finger, leaning forward and letting his forehead rest against mine—“don’t let most of them taste me.”
