Page 20 of Captain's Companion

“Look, he’s back,” she said looking down at his engorged cock.

“You exist,” he said. “You exist and you arouse me by your very existence.” He gripped her arms. His primal instincts wanted her beneath him, joined to him, but he needed to see to her needs not his instincts. He nudged her towards the head of the bed.

Gwyn giggle as she trailed her fingers along the length of him. “He’s more fun than you are sometimes,” she teased but she moved to the top of the bed, straightened the sheets, and grabbed some pillows.

Watching her, Ulrik felt great joy in his mate. She enjoyed his dominant side but made her own demands. She seemed to enjoy tending to his needs. He needed to tend to her. She needed food and gentleness. He planned to give her food and as much care as his primal demands allowed.

Filling two plates, he scooped up two large servings of the entrée. Lifting the lid of the second, he discovered the fruits and whipping cream. He lowered the lid to keep it cool. After, he planned to feed her those and maybe do something delicious with them.

Moving to the head of the bed, he noticed her breasts covered with little love bites. Her ribs and hips sported more of them. He knew her inner thighs, her glorious thick inner thighs received even more attention from him.

“There it goes again,” Gwyn said as his cock throbbed and seemed to reach for her. “Maybe we should eat later.”

“Food,” he growled. “You will eat. We will eat and then we will take a bath.”

“A bath would be lovely,” she said taking the plate from him. She remembered what the company said about her weight. She considered taking a couple of bites of this and then tempting him back to her. “Together, right?”

“Yes,” he said waiting to see if she liked the food.

“Hmmmm,” she said closing her eyes and tasting the lightness of the Falan dish. “It’s like lasagna but better.”

“It’s a favorite,” he said relaxing once he knew she enjoyed the dish.

“What’s under the other lid,” Gwyn asked.

“A treat for before our bath,” Ulrik said smirking.

“Are you going to get me dirty,” she whispered leaning over to nibble on his ear.

“Damn right,” he sighed as her body touched his. Pulling her closer, she leaned against him while she ate. He wanted to connect with her more than sexually. He had no doubt of their compatibility. “What do you make with your beads?”

“A variety of things,” she said vaguely. “I make a lot of bracelets and necklaces.”

“You haven’t worn any,” he said.

“I usually give them away,” she said. “What do you like to do when you’re not being captain?”

“I like to read,” he said. “I like to travel but it’s more rambling than we do on the ship.”

“What do you read,” she asked.

“It varies,” he said. “With all my nieces and nephews, I often read children’s books.”

“Do you have a large family,” she asked.

“Two sisters and three brothers,” he said. “Do you want to meet them?”

“Am I likely to in the next three months,” she asked.

There was the problem. In the next three months, no, but he wasn’t letting her go after three months.

“Why short contracts,” he asked.

“My mother did long contracts,” she said setting her plate on her legs. “She got attached and when the contract ended, she felt like it was a breakup. I’m not supposed to talk about my family. I’m sorry.”

“I want to know more about you,” he said. “Including your family.”

“Towards the end, she stopped taking anything longer than a few months. She said it was easier to remain detached,” Gwyn said. Scooping up the last of the food, she realized she cleared her plate when she meant to only take a few bites.

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