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When she got to the bottom half, she may have spontaneously orgasmed at the way the denim lovingly hugged his impressive bulge and burly thighs. She definitely sighed lustily.

Fuuuuck me.

“Oh yes. Yeah. That’s sooo good. Ahem, I mean, you look really nice.”

Spinning around before he saw the hungry look she had no hope of hiding, she zeroed in on Vi’kail.

Chapter 28

Vi’kail observed from the sidelines, propped up against the wall with his arms crossed, as Victoria dressed the giants. Watching her smile and laugh made him feel happy in a way he didn’t think he ever had and, yet, made his chest ache something fierce.

Stars above, he wanted her. Badly.

His hands were clenched tightly behind his folded arms to keep himself from reaching for her. He wanted to grab her, tear that damnable, insanity-inducing dress off of her, and take her over and over again until she couldn’t walk, let alone run away in horror that a beast like him had just fucked her senseless.

Crikking hell, she could drive a male to madness.

When she turned to pin him with eager, blue eyes, Vi’kail knew what was coming, knew he should decline. He tried but, weak fool that he was, he couldn’t say no, not when she gazed up at him like that.

So, with a feigned grumble, he allowed her to take his hand and drag him to the fabricator, following behind her like a love-sick fool with no sense and, heretofore unknown masochistic tendencies.

When she stopped to give him an assessing once-over, he regarded her warily but glanced up when he heard a low, smug chuckle. Thegan and Thorn were standing shoulder to shoulder at her back, watching him. Both looked entirely too pleased that it was his turn to be dressed up in the exceedingly uncomfortable-looking clothes. Even the usually stoic Thorn was smirking evilly.

Narrowing his eyes at them, he made a rude gesture over Victoria’s head.

“What’s that mean?”

Vi’kail almost choked and jerked his head down to find her gazing up at him curiously. There was no crikking way he was about to tell her it was a suggestion for them to shove their dicks somewhere that was physically impossible for most.

“Uhh, it’s a… greeting. From my homeworld.”

“Oh, that’s nice!”

Grimacing when she started practicing the gesture as she went back to assessing him, he just knew that lie was going to come back to bite him on the ass.

Walking out of the cleansing room a short while later, Vi’kail resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. Not because of the clothes. Those were surprisingly nice. But because he wanted her to look at him with the same hungry expression she’d leveled on the giants.

Clearing his throat to draw her attention away from trying to wrestle Snitch into a crikking sweater of all things, he asked, “So? Are you satisfied with your efforts?”

She jerked her head around guiltily, giving Snitch time to make his escape and claw the sweater off then promptly begin shredding it with his teeth. Her eyes widened when they landed on him, pink blooming in her cheeks as her gaze slid down his body in a way that instantly had his cock hardening in the new pants.

Thatwas exactly what he’d wanted, only it turned out to be just as torturous as it was gratifying.

And when her little, pink tongue peeked out to slide over her plump bottom lip, leaving it wet and glistening, he was fairly positive he came a little.

Vi’kail didn’t realize the low, agonized groan he heard actually came from him until her gaze flashed to his, a worried frown tenting her fiery brows and the hungry desire in her blue eyes replaced with concern.

“Oh, are they not comfortable? I thought you might like the cargo pants and, em, tight, black tank. But I can make something el—”

“No.” Cringing internally at how forcefully that came out, he softened his voice and offered a small, pained smile, pretending his cock wasn’t throbbing in thecar-gohpants. “You did well, little flower. The many pockets in the pants are very useful and the shirt is… I have never worn anything like it, but the lack of sleeves offer no restriction of movement.”

She sighed in obvious relief and smiled brightly at him, making him feel accomplished for no reason whatsoever. Resisting the strong urge to preen about like a puffed-upwoashabat, Vi’kail cleared his throat and returned to the galley to finish prepping the meal he’d started earlier.

Unable to resist another touch, he reached out and stroked a hand over her curls as he passed her, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the silky softness gliding over his palm.

Starsbedamned tempting woman is gon’ drive me to madness.

“And permanently swollen balls,” he muttered with a wince, trying to subtly adjust his still painfully hard cock.

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