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He addedmore fingers; I couldn’t count. They were big and long, and when he pulled them out and drove them back inside, all I could do was muffle my cries against his wet skin.

I rocked against his hand. Rode it, actually, plunging down when his fingers drove up inside me.

He pressed his forehead against mine, our breathing heavy as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, his thumb gliding across my clit at the same time. “You’re beautiful.” His lips brushed against my neck while he continued to drive my body with an expert, sensual touch. Maybe it was the tension that constantly filled the air. The fact that we could die at any moment. The fear that kept crashing through me. But I knew in that instant that there would never be another man for me but this one. Only Firion, this precious alien male I’d found when I needed him most.

As I started spiraling out of control, I clung to his arms, flailing my body against his hand.

I couldn't think, couldn't process anything except the sensations he was creating within me.

His lips trailed up my neck, leaving tantalizing kisses in their wake, until his mouth claimed mine. He kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as he continued to stimulate me.

My cries were muffled against his kiss, and I felt like I was floating, losing myself in the heat of this time and place and the drive of his fingers inside me.

When he broke our kiss, I threw my head back, giving into the ecstasy building to something Isuspected would shatter me before reworking me into someone new. The explosion of pleasure was intense, washing over me in a heavy burst, and his guttural groan rang out at the same time, telling me he’d also come.

I held onto him while he continued to stroke my inner walls and my clit, my body shaking as the aftershocks slowly subsided. His strong arm encircled me as I slowly came down from the high.

We remained locked together for a long moment before he lifted my chin and kissed me again.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine once more. I nodded, but we couldn't afford to stay in this moment; there was work to be done and a plan of escape that we needed to focus on.

And rest. I was so tired and achy, I felt like I could sleep for a week.

With one last lingering look, Firion stepped out of the tub. “Wait.” He dried himself quickly and tugged on a pair of pants before holding up a cloth to shield me. When I climbed out, he slid the cloth across my body tenderly, taking care not to rub hard or stress my sore muscles.

He helped me dress in the clothing I’d wear tomorrow, then handed me an odd, tiny brush. While I stared down at it, he started to brush his teeth with another, and I joined him, grateful I could do something simple I took for granted back home.

Refreshed and feeling better than I could’ve expected, he led me to the bunk, laying down firstbefore tugging me on top of his body. With the blanket spread over us both, he wrapped his arms around me.

Subtle sloshing sounds told me that the stone god was removing the tub, but I was drifting off already. Morning would come too soon, and I wanted to savor the pleasure still thrumming through my body.

Firion kissed my forehead. “Sleep, love. I’ll keep you safe.”

Chapter 14

Firion

Three days later, I woke before Talia and though it was still dark in the cell, I could see well enough to watch her sleep. My mate was beautiful, and I was falling in love. Each day, we worked in the mines. After we ate in the evening, we bathed together in the tub provided by the stone god. And each night, we found pleasure with each other. What we had together was sublime. Nearly perfect.

If only we weren’t still locked below the ground in the Veerenad mine.

I was losing hope that the stone god would find a way to help us. If they didn’t show a way out of this soon, I’d enact the plan I’d come up with myself. Would the others cooperate in this or were we on our own? If my plan failed, we’d be in a worse situation than we already were.

“Morning.” Talia smiled at me and seeing the affection and trust in her eyes was enough to still my racingthoughts. We were going to get out of here. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. Within days, if I had my say in it.

“Morning.”

Like the other mornings, I ached to kiss her, to roll her over on our bunk and show her how much she meant to me already. But anyone could be watching. The rooms weren’t dark enough, and if I revealed how close she and I were, the Veerenads would take her. I knew this in my heart.

So like the other mornings, we sat on the edge of the bunk and waited for them to bring us our meal. Once the carts had left the hall, we turned slightly and pretended to eat, though instead, we gulped down the food provided by the stone god. We tucked the Veerenad meal into our hands and used the excrement chamber, furtively dumping the food down as well.

She discreetly donned the clear gloves the stone god had provided her second morning here, and we sat again, waiting for the guards to come collect us.

We took the stairs to the base, and this time, they guided my group to a different chamber and grunted for us to start working. After filling my bucket, I helped Talia, though the gloves the stone god provided protected her hands, and her muscles had hardened. She could almost keep up with my pace. I'd never been prouder of her. She handled the tight chamber with only a subtle shake of her hands, and she kept her gaze on me or the wall to ground herself.

When the guards escorted three more Veerenads into the chamber we were working in, a familiar dread settledinto my bones. They'd never added crew before, though this was a new chamber for us.

I couldn't shrug off the feeling that something was off.

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