Page 31 of Clan and Crave

“Not yet,” Sletran gasped. “Just a littlelonger. Wait for me, lover.”

Conyod answered by yelling again as the venomclamped down on his will, forcing him to obey despite the viciousneed to come. He flailed…Sletran hadn’t ordered him not to fight.The agony of holding off made his struggles instinctive. TheNobek’s muscled arm clamped to his chest had pinned his upper armsto his torso, however, leaving him helpless.

“Almost there,” Sletran groaned over Conyod’sdesperate cries. “Almost…almost…coming…now, Conyod. Come for me, myImdiko.”

His gratified moans were a soft counterpointto Conyod’s bellows as climax ripped from his loins in near-painfulbursts. He was dimly aware of Sletran pushing him down on the bed,of him riding his ass as he pinned the younger man under his weightuntil his cock had ceased jerking and filling Conyod’s ass with hotcum.

Minutes later, Conyod began to come out ofhis post-orgasm daze in the circle of Sletran’s arms. He rubbed hisface against his lover’s chest before lifting it to regard theNobek’s satisfied smile.

“You called me your Imdiko. Twice.”

Sletran’s brows rose. “Was I wrong to doso?”

“No. I just wanted to know if you meant it.It was spoken in the heat of sex, so…”

Sletran kissed the tip of his nose. “We can’tmake it official without a Dramok, but it’s how I feel. I think ofyou as my clanmate.”

“Same here.” Conyod grinned. “I didn’t looktwice at the Nobeks I saw today. Not for a second. No one holds acandle to you.”

“No other Nobeks, at least. There might havebeen a Dramok who caught your eye though.” Sletran’s eyes narrowedin pretend jealousy.

“Your Commander Erybet is pretty. Andinteresting. Don’t worry; if I have to choose, you’ll win everytime.”

Sletran chuckled and held him closer. Conyodsighed and soaked in the joy of their commitment.

Chapter Eight

Two months later

“Hey, Conyod. Just letting you know I’ll beat your door first thing in the morning.”

The Imdiko sighed. “I was about to com you.I’m at my parents’ ranch, and I can’t get away. Dresk is sick.”

“Oh shit. Is it serious?”

Conyod eyed the kestarsh lying in his stall.The big animal was on his side, his sides heaving as his lungsworked for oxygen. “Major respiratory infection. The antibioticsare starting to have an effect, but it’ll be a long night. I haveto force him to his feet and walk him every hour or so to keep themucus from settling in and drowning him. If he doesn’t suffer asetback by morning, his chances of recovery will improve.”

“Your parents or the ranch help couldn’thandle it?”

“Well yeah, but it’s Dresk.”

“Right. Sorry. Sorry for being so dumb. Irealize he isn’t a mere pet.”

“It’s okay.” Conyod smiled despite it beingan audio-only com. “It wouldn’t be the first time my mother or Velmanufactured an excuse to convince me to visit. This emergencyhappens to be valid.”

“I could join you there tomorrow if you wantthe company.”

“Hell, yeah!” Conyod’s heart leapt despitehis worry for Dresk.

He was amused at his own reaction. He andSletran were together whenever they could manage. They commedalmost daily when they were apart. If the military had recognizedthem as actual clanmates, Conyod could have moved in his lover’squarters on the base.

“All right. I’ll try to get out of hereearlier than I’d planned. Tell Dresk I said to feel better.”

The kestarsh opened his eyes and rumbledweakly before closing them again.

“Message received,” Conyod reported. “I thinkhe said thanks.”

“I’ll see the two of you tomorrow.”

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