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A small sense of unease settled over me, surprised me, and it took me a moment before I recognized the alien emotion. I had never been uneasy about anything in my life. I was a male of action, not one to wait for something or second guess anything I was about to do.
When it came to this merrily though, I was second-guessing every move I made since meeting her.
For the hundredth time I cursed myself for having picked her in the first place. For not leaving her while shewrithed on the bed… Oh, who was I kidding, I could have never done that. Neither could I not have picked her.
She intrigued me and as much as I was trying to tell myself that it was because of her foreignness, I knew there was more to it than simply that. Merrilies in distress had never before interested me. Sure, I lent a helping hand whenever needed, but I preferred my merrilies to be more assertive.
Then again, I didn't know anything about Silla's temper. I met her during an incredibly stressful situation for her and… and why did all my thoughts always turn back to her?
I was supposed to concentrate on the report for Daryus and mused that this might be the root of my problem. I hated dealing with reports, it was the very reason I had never been tempted to enter the Imperial Forces, no matter how much my adventurous side yearned for it. Reports were the bane of my life.
It had to be done though.
Servants entered with the food I ordered earlier, and I decided it was time to call Silla from the bathroom to make sure she took in some nourishment—she was already painfully thin.
Just then she reluctantly set foot into the living quarters, her eyes moved straight to mine and a hesitant smile curved her lips. Gods, this merrily was breathtaking.
Her hair was clean and hung in soft curls all the way down her chest. The beige towel she had slung around her upper body brought out the golden highlights in her brownish hair and exposed long legs, which I remembered felt incredible scissored around my hips.
I suppressed a groan at the memory of our coupling and my balls swelled, reminding me that they still hadn't unloaded their cargo through my already engorged cock.
The temptation to tackle her to the ground and take my fill tempted me, but I didn't think Silla would appreciate that advance just yet. Last time she had been filled with an aphrodisiac, clouding her judgment and own actions. No, to take her I would have to employ my experience as a battle leader. I suspected I would have to employ my most-cunning battle tactics to conquer her. She would be wary of me, after what had taken place between us, and rightly so.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" I asked, rising slowly from behind my desk not to startle her.
Her collar bones jutted out, emphasizing the silver-grayish color of her skin and I winced. I failed at protecting her from this. Not that I cared what color herskin was, but it didn't look natural on her and I worried about the long-term effects on her health.
My hands gripped the edge of my desk in anger at the Cryons and I forced myself to keep a pleasant smile plastered to my face, but I wished for nothing more than to spear every Cryon in this galaxy with my sword.
"I am," she answered in a scratchy voice.
I peeled my hands off the desk and indicated the low table by the window, which I had ordered set instead of the large dining table occupying a quarter of my accommodations.
"Do you… have any clothes for me to wear?" she asked hesitantly.
I should have thought about that, I chided myself. If it were up to me, I would have preferred her moving around naked in my quarters, but sooner or later we would have to leave this ship. I also doubted she would have appreciated this.
"I will order to have some brought here. In the meantime, we can eat?"
She nodded and placed one delicate foot in front of the other, slowly moving to the table. I watched her move and her hesitance only fueled my already heightened predatory instincts. My primal self recognized her as prey and my hardened cock demanded I pounce on her.
Alas, even the planet-bound Pandraxians had been somewhat domesticated and civilized, and the times where my ancestors chased their merrilies down to show off their hunting skills were unfortunately as good as gone. It was a pity though, because chasing her through the forests of Astrionis sounded very appealing.
You are just a horny bastard who needs a good rutting, I told myself as I followed her to the low table.
Gracefully she sank down on one of the sitting pillows, looking up at me expectantly.
I followed suit across from her and couldn't help but admire her long legs as she angled them underneath herself.
To distract myself, I waved my hand over the opening sensor on the first dish and the lid retracted into itself. A steaming aroma filled the room and I realized that I was starving. Not just for her, but food sounded like it might distract me for a moment.
I opened the other containers and held out my hand for her plate.
"I can serve—"
I shook my head, "Allow me."
With a shy smile, she did and watched as I piled portions from each dish onto her plate.
