Holoth and Phial were understanding when Sloane told them she only wanted to be pleasure crew for Alik and me since it was her first time. I didn't even rub it in their faces, though I really, really wanted to. Sloane's gorgeous. I feel lucky she's even entertaining the idea of entertaining me.
Holoth and Phial have started treating Sloane as they do Essa. This also irritates me, but only because it means she acts friendly toward them. I'd prefer if the only males she ever interacted with were Alik or me, but I'm not as intense in those feelings as Alik is. I'm pretty sure he punches his pillow anytime he watches Sloane talk to Holoth or Phial.
Alik has holed himself up in our room for the last two days, saying something about needing to monitor the communication logs with the smugglers continuously. It's obvious to me, and probably everyone else, that he's trying to stay away from Sloane.
He's been hurting himself by watching Sloane through the security system. All of that watching but never being near her can't be good for his mental health. Again, he's been punching his pillow, so it's not going great either way.
Essa even had to ask me if Alik was unhappy with Sloane as a pleasure crew member because Sloane was worrying she wasn't doing her job well enough. I explained to Essa that Alik likes the little human way too much, and that's why he's been scarce.
After she asked me that, I went back to the room I share with Alik and tried to pick a fight with him for making Sloane feel so bad about herself. That's when I learned just how bad his little stalking problem was.
It worked out for him, though. Sloane did something that she made me turn my back to her for. I can only imagine what it was from the growl that vibrated through the entire ship yesterday. I'd be more jealous if not for how much I've been able to flirt with Sloane and how much she's reciprocated.
"I was hoping you'd get Alik to join us." Sloane's fingers fiddle with one another, and Essa rolls her eyes and puts the dagger back in its holster at her hip.
I only slightly regret telling her that Alik isn't disappointed in her because now she asks about him in ways that I wish she'd ask about me.
Maybe I make myself too available. Not that I don't want to be available for her. What if there's an emergency, a sex emergency, and she needs someone to make her orgasm? If I'm not near, it'll be up to Holoth or Phial, or gods forbid, Essa. No, I need to be near in case of such emergencies.
I offer Sloane a smile that I hope comes across as charming. I want her to find me charming, alluring, any other words that means she wants me in her bed and, even better, enjoys my company. I've never had a female to court, and I'm finding I enjoy it more than the act of lovemaking.
Okay, maybe not more, but it has been a fun game of chase that I think I'm winning.
"He'll be there if you want him to be."
"Well, I want him to be."
She fingers the pendant against her chest, and there's a hint of mischief in her eyes when she notices me staring at it. She can probably see the longing in my eyes, the desire for it to turn green so I can accept her offers of pleasure.
"It's ready!" Essa proclaims. Sloane jerks in surprise, and a growl bubbles in my chest at the look of distress that briefly crosses her face.
A burning sensation tears across my pelt around my wrists, causing me to rub at them to soothe the pain. Essa and Sloane both look at me with confused glares, but I'm too busy looking at my wrists and trying to figure out why they just felt like they were wrapped in heated shackles. I rub them again, circling all four to make sure I'm not hurt, and then finally look up at the females staring at me.
"What?"
"Which one of us were you growling at?" Essa puts her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at me like I've done her a great injustice.
"I don't know," I say, rubbing at my wrists and trying to forget the burn. "You scared Sloane, and I didn't like it. The growl just slipped out."
"Oh, so you do know." Essa shakes her head in disbelief. "You don't get any of my cookies then."
"Oh, thank the gods," I say loud enough for her to hear, which earns me even more daggers being mentally thrown at me.
I keep myself from laughing but swell with pride when I hear Sloane make a coughing sound to cover her own laugh. Essa looks over at her, a feigned look of betrayal forming on her face as she tries to milk this moment for everything it's worth.
"You don't get out of this," she says, taking the steaming pile of blue goop over to Sloane and holding it out to her expectantly. Sloane's laughter dies, and a look of uncertainty crosses her features before she can plaster a fake smile on her lips. "It is wonderful, I promise."
Sloane grabs the spoon that's stabbed into the goop and winces as the food, or what's supposed to be food, clings to it before it makes a suction sound and releases the spoon. I don't hide the horrified look on my face or how my tongue sticks out in disgust.
Sloane gets a small bit of blue goop onto the spoon, lifts it up, and slowly, oh so slowly, places it in her mouth. Her reaction is instantaneous. Her expression softens, her eyes close, and a small look of euphoria settles over her as a moan that has my cock swelling escapes her.
"Essa," Sloane groans the female's name, and I realize just how badly I wish it were me who gave her the food so that I could hear her say my name in that way. "This is amazing."
Sloane digs the spoon in, taking more of the mixture and eating it. Essa beams at the praise, turning to me and sticking her tongue out. I lift my hand and wiggle my little finger at her like she enjoys doing to us so often. It causes her to snort before turning back to Sloane.
"Enjoy your food," I say as I make to leave the kitchen.
As much as I would love to stay, I need to relieve myself after listening to Sloane enjoy her food. It's a testament to how much she can get me worked up in just a couple of days. Normally, I can wait out the acclimation period without issue, but Sloane and her befriending me have made it difficult.