Page 53 of Victoria's Discovery

They all exchanged a look, Vi’kail and Thorn’s expressions wary but Thegan did that slow-mo man shimmy, rolling first one shoulder then the other back in a shrug, and walked over to join her by the fabricator.

Giggling excitedly, she clapped. Still grinning, she gave him an appraising once over. Deciding a casual look would fit his easy-going personality best, she turned to the screen and got to work.

When Thegan walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing what she’d designed for him, Victoria’s heart skipped a beat and her thighs involuntarily clenched.

“Whoa… ”

Oh god, am I drooling? I think I’m drooling.

Thegan was already hot, but in the long-sleeved, white Henley shirt with the sleeves pushed up to show off his muscular forearms, relaxed fit jeans, and black boots?

Victoria had to bite her lip and curl her fingers into her palms to keep from unbuttoning his pants and accidentally-on-purpose tripping and landing on his penis.

Add in the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves, the way the white shirt complimented his dusky blue skin, and the fistable fall of his thick, pale blonde hair and his hotness rose to almost unbearable levels.

This was, hands down, the best idea ever.

Thegan paused in adjusting his shirt and rolled his eyes up, gazing at her through his enviably thick, black lashes. She almost couldn’t hear his question past the pulse pounding in her ears and the lust drowning her thoughts, driving her to throw self-control—and her panties—to the wind.

“How do I look?”

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Good.Reallygood,” she rasped, laughing breathlessly and giving him a thumbs-up. Swallowing hard, she turned back to the fabricator and whispered under her breath, “I’m gonna have naughty dreams about those jeans. I just know it.”

Clearing her throat, she tried to make her smile less lecherous and more friendly as she eyed Thorn greedily.

“You’re up next!”

He still looked a little apprehensive, but he joined her withouttoomuch grumbling.

Fully accepting the fact that she was acting like a horny, undersexed weirdo and dressing them up like they were her own personal, bigger-than-life size sex dolls, she set to work designing an outfit for Thorn.

“Hmm, something black, I think,” she mused aloud.

“Black?” he asked.

Startling a little that his voice had been right next to her ear, she turned to find that he’d bent down to see the screen which put his face right next to hers.

Victoria stared into his beautiful bi-colored eyes from inches away and tried to remember what he’d said.

“Oh. Uhh, do certain colors mean things in your culture?”

He bobbed his head side to side. “Some. Black leather only comes fromuldfirflesh. A female hunts one and cures the leather to present to a male when he becomes one of her mates.”

The way he was staring at her had her heart beating rapidly, but she got hung up on something he’d said and couldn’t quite decipher the expression on his face.

Oneof her mates?

“Does that mean no black?”

His gaze dropped to her lips for a moment before meeting hers again. He blinked slowly, his expression shutting down, and straightened. “Dress me as you wish, Vee.”

Feeling like she’d said something wrong, she turned back to the screen with a frown and hesitated before pressing the create command, wondering if she should change the color after all.

In the end, she didn’t, partly because she didn’t want to misstep again and partly because the idea of him wearing something that marked him as hers was just too tempting to dismiss.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Victoria had to swallow a groan. He looked sinfully handsome. Downright edible, even. The tight, black, short-sleeved shirt, dark wash jeans, and black boots made him look like a wicked fantasy come to life.

Fisting her dress, she let her gaze crawl slowly over him, starting at his panty-melting man bun, over his thick neck decorated with tattoos, down to the shirt straining against his brawny chest, and his powerful arms inked with intricate black designs.

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