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It’s as if his fingers have the perfect charge and pressure to make me see stars as he slips them almost…

A loud buzz emanates from the comm on his wrist. “Commander.” It sounds like Paaxion from earlier. “Commander?”

He growls but remains where he is, his fingers still teasing my core. “Yes.” His voice is gravelly. I try to smack him away while he responds, nervous that whoever is calling will hear, but I’m unsuccessful. My eyes roll back, and my lips part as he hits a certain spot. My lips slam together, trying to keep in the moan bubbling to the surface.

“I am sorry to interrupt you, sir, but your brother is here and wishes to speak with you.” His hand pauses.

“My brother?” He says questioningly. “I was not aware that my brother was on Earth nor planning a trip.”

“Haaxo. Good to hear your voice.” What, I’m assuming, is his brother's voice comes across the line. It’s smooth like Haax’s but a bit deeper; the same odd accent to his speech matching his brothers.

“Daax, brother. It is good to hear your voice, but you’re interrupting at a terrible time.” His dark eyebrows arch mischievously, and those adorable dimples pop out to play again. I squirm above his fingers as they slide through my slick folds, teasing my clit before slipping inside me.

A few moments later, dark eyes find mine, and Haax looks directly at me while he pulls his fingers away and lifts them to his lips. He closes his eyes as he slides them into his mouth and proceeds to lick my arousal from his fingers; moaning as he savors the flavor.

He goes back for more and proceeds to rub my juices all over his chest before giving me the sexiest wink I think I’ve ever seen.

I’m not sure which part of me is coming to the front more than the other, it’s either sheer embarrassment or delightfully erotic.

“Axxon has sent me here with a message. He apparently attempted to comm you earlier today, but with the accident, and you ignoring your comm… Brother, do you have any idea how many times we had to buzz you before you realized and answered? Six times.”

He growls. “Well, I was… am in the middle of something very important.” A giggle escapes my lips. He’s turned on and angry, if I’m reading those facial expressions properly, and it’s incredibly sexy.

Daax’s voice comes out steady and low pitched. “What we have to talk about is very important. When can you meet me to discuss?”

Haax sighs with heavy exaggeration. “And it has to be right now?”

Daax speaks firmly and quickly; a sense of urgency is hinted at. “Yes, time is of the essence.”

His firm, square jaw clenches. “Fine, I shall meet you in the Rakien conference room in five minutes' time.”

Chapter 4

Haax

The last thing I want to do is leave her. I am incredibly aroused, and now I must take my time on the way to the conference room to hope that my erect cock disappears before I arrive so that Daax does not make fun of me like I am a greenling.

Frustration mounts with each step I take. My hands ball into fists, and agitation lifts my scales into fight mode. But fighting is the last thing I want to do with my own sibling. I hit the passcode Paaxion provided to me at the end of the handheld comm, and the steel door glides open effortlessly. Upon entry, I drop the comm on the side table as I pass by it and move closer to the middle of the room.

The tall stature and broad shoulders of my brother greet me. His face is one I see when I look in my own mirror. He is my womb brother.

“Brother,” he says, arms open wide to pull me into an embrace.

“What is this about?” I get right to the point.

“Axxon has requested that you return to Grekaria. There is news of the Necorium.”

“But he gave me leave to come and find my mate?”

He waves to the chairs before us, imploring me to sit down. “Yes, and he feels bad calling you back, but you are the Commander of the Flighten. If you so wish, you can bring your mate with you so that you may continue forming this mate bond or whatever it’s called.”

I chuckle. “You do know that, eventually, you will find your own female and will realize how wrong you are.”

He shakes his head. “You know I am not looking for a mate. I am simply here to do a job and report back when my duty has been completed.”

A job. Our mission. Integrate ourselves with the humans and learn their ways. Learn what they like. What do they hate? What makes them tick? What makes them do certain things or pick up certain habits?

I have spent a lot of time researching the internet about human women, and what I found is fascinating. Their pleasure core is incredibly interesting, much unlike those of a Grekarian female.

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