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“I’ll talk to London. Between the three of us, I’m sure he’ll agree.”

I close her within my embrace. Her kind heart may be disappointed, but I will do my best to help in any way I can. We remain holding each other for several more beats until she loosens her grip on me and rises up to press her lips against mine.

“Thank you,” she murmurs against them. “Thank you for everything.”

My mouth moves over Sage’s and I slide my tongue inside like she taught me. Hers tangles with mine and my cock rises. She moves closer and rubs herself against my hardness. The mating fluid stored within the nodes that line thelength of it escapes and the warmth of the liquid heats my body. I want to feel the tightness of her cunt around it.

“Will you come back to my tent with me now?” I still want to craft—draw—her, but a more pressing urge is pushing me. If she will let me, I want to explore more than just this mouth touching.

Sage stares up at me with what I would like to believe is desire. “Yes.”

That is the answer I had been waiting to hear.

Chapter 18

Sage

From the look in Jodah’s eyes—and the rigid line of his cock against my belly—I can guess what might happen when we get back to his tent and it isn’t him drawing my picture on a rock. Arousal burns through me, and that glowing light around me brightens. I’m the only one who appears to notice it. He hasn’t acknowledged its existence and neither had Nellora. Which makes me believe I’m hallucinating its presence.

Hand in hand, we walk away from the healer’s tent and weave our way through the village toward his. Torches burn outside of homes and reflect off the snow that covers the ground. Low murmurs filter through hide walls, and shadows move about as a few tribespeople patrol or head to their destination. The towering hills that stretch out beyond the village are nothing but a black,inky mass that splits the sky like a void. The faint calls of mellenje come from the forest just past the entrance, along with the sounds of other woodland creatures that call it home.

The pungent sweet scent of the burning fires within the dwellings tickles my nose. It’s a far cry from the sights, sounds, and smells of New St. Louis with its sky trains, blinding lights, and the sterile air that should have been pleasing, but wasn’t, because it had no odor whatsoever. There was no soft scent of nenuphar blooms or the mint fragrance I associate with Jodah. Earth’s air—at least in the upper tier—smelled like…nothing.

I will continue to cherish everything about Tavikh knowing there’s always the chance I’ll have to leave. The thought is never far from my mind.

We reach Jodah’s tent and he draws aside the flap. He steps back and motions for me to enter first. It looks just as it did the other night when I was in here. Only this time, I take more than a passing glance at the pallet of furs near the back wall. My mate comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean against him and savor the strength and solid feel of him. We stand there, just like this, for a minute, neither saying a word. The only sound is the crackling of the small fire in the center.

Slowly, I turn so we’re face-to-face. My hands go to his chest, and I carefully trace the scars that are forming along it. I shudder thinking that Jodah could have been taken from me. But that warm glow radiating off me—the one that I’m most likely imagining—grows warm and comforting. I sink even more into his embrace.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” Someone so kind and seemingly perfect.

“Because none of them were your mate,” he answers.

I raise my head to meet his gaze. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Jodah grins with a hint of mischief.

I love this playful side of him. Back on Earth, I was always surrounded by stoic and serious people. The scientists were more interested in their experiments than they were in socializing. The only time I ever laughed was with Makayla. Unable to resist, I rise up on my tip-toes and press my mouth to his. With only a single touch, he opens and I slide my tongue inside. He lets me lead at the beginning, but soon, I give up control to him.

Jodah deepens our connection and my breasts are crushed against his chest. There’s the increasingly familiar sensation of his tail wrapping around my waist and the tip of it caresses the back of my upper thigh. I part my legs slightly in invitation, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he continues his innocent torment. The kiss grows more heated and arousal pumps through my veins. My chest tingles and warms and the interior of the tent brightens as though someone turned a dimmer switch up another notch.

Jodah draws back, not releasing his hold on me. “I would like to see you.”

My breath hitches and I take a small step away, not misunderstanding the hope in his eyes. Without taking my gaze off him, I reach down and bring my shirt up and over myhead. Through the thin bra I’m wearing, my hardened nipples are aching and visible. He reaches out and with a fingertip traces one turgid peak. “What is this chest covering called?”

I have to clear my throat before I can respond. “It’s a bra.”

He cocks his head in an adorable way and his brow bones shift like they do when he doesn’t understand something. “What purpose does it serve? Is your outer chest covering not enough?”

My lips twitch. “It’s meant to support my breasts.”

“Is it because they are larger than the other females?” Jodah’s gaze drops to my chest again.

Why am I not surprised he noticed? “Yes.”

“The other females must envy you then.”

I sputter out a laugh. “Why would you think they’d envy me? Having big boobs isn’t necessarily a great thing.”

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