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"Does it come out every time?"

He shook his head. "Only when the conditions are right. When the pH balance is ideal for-"

Angela swiveled her hips and his eyes rolled back into his head. She was enjoying the physical effects of the prolonged connection, as well, but seeing his reaction only heightened her own.

"Well, then, seems like we're going to have a very long afternoon," she told him.

Their long afternoon lasted into the evening, with breaks for food and water only when Ae-cha pounded on their door to announce that it was there. And to remind them that the stupidest reason to need to go to medical was for dehydration.

"I think she's warming up to me," Angela said, as she licked the sauce from the garlic shrimp off Zoric's chest, just before she ate the shrimp off his nipple.

"I don't think you were ever the problem," he told her, shifting his hips to push into her. She gasped and let her head roll back as pleasure rolled through her and he practically purred at the sight.

With their Bond consummated and solidified, she could feel everything he felt, and her senses threatened to overwhelm her with new information. She felt hedonistic, wanting to experience everything, and Zoric had done his best to encourage her.

Dinner had started with takeout containers and flirting. Feeding each other little bits and watching the other lick sauce off of fingers and lips until Angela was fairly aching with how empty she felt. Zoric's solution was to sit her down on his lap, his cock pinning her into place, so she could rock back and forth on it while she ate.

Since he needed his hands to keep her seated, she had to feed him, too. When she tried to object, he showed her a little of what his tail could do. Just the tip, at least this time, but she found herself drowning in sensation and holding little bits of protein with her breasts so he could nibble them.

It was the perfect compromise and Angela's only regret was that they hadn't figured it out days ago.

However, even as they drowned in pleasure, they both knew that their reprieve was short lived. The Orvax could arrive at any moment and they'd have to go back to work.

Somehow, clearing her name had become less important to Angela. It needed to be done. She knew that. But would losing her job really be that bad if she was with Zoric? She'd worked hard, learned a lot, and nothing could ever remove the knowledge of what she'd accomplished. Did she really need external validation?

Deep inside, she knew it was more than that. It wasn't just her life at stake but the lives that had already been effected by the conspiracy that seemed to be using her as a catalyst for chaos.

As her senses were enhanced, her vision became clearer of what they needed to do. They had time to indulge, and she knew they needed it, but Zoric was right that they were going to need help. And she knew exactly who they were going to have to ask.

Chapter 22

Zoric woke up sore and satisfied. His mate snored softly in his arms and he could only think of how adorable the sound was. Eventually, this rosy glow of a new relationship would fade but he could already feel the foundation they'd started to build. Mutual affection and respect, along with a smoldering desire that he would do everything he could to keep alive.

She was worn out and he couldn't be sorry for it. After days of torment, months of fear and confusion, he'd given her hours of pleasure. They didn't make up for it all but he hoped, in the coming weeks, he could begin to make a dent in repaying her pain and torment with pleasure.

When she'd fallen asleep early this morning, a smile of deep satisfaction on her face, it had been with his cock still buried deep inside her. She'd whined a little in her sleep when he'd finally pulled out, and he'd felt his chest fill with pride.

He was tempted to wake her up with his tongue on his favorite bundle of nerves but he worried that she would be as sore as he was. He'd heard that women needed some time to recover after the kind of vigorous lovemaking they'd done the night before.

Before he could talk himself into taking action, Angela rolled over and wrapped her leg around his waist. The heat of her core teased at the head of his cock and he ached to close the distance between them. Instead, her eyes still closed, Angela beat him to it.

She moaned as he filled her and he couldn't help but echo it. Hunger and satisfaction pulsed through their Bond and he knew she was awake. So, he wrapped his hands around her hips and gave her what she wanted. They started slow and lazy, enjoying the feel of each others bodies, but it didn't stay that way for long.

When she screamed his name, he roared in pleasure and triumph.

His stem didn't deploy this time and he found himself disappointed that they wouldn't be forced together for a while longer.

Someone banged on the door to their bedroom.

"That was your breakfast," Ae-cha shouted. "You're running late for work."

Angela looked up at him, her eyes wide, and he smiled.

"Do you think she heard everything?"

"Or smelled it," he said.

"Oh god," she said, burying her face in his chest.

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