Page 22 of Saved By the Servali

She was a goddess. Rife with power. Probably a little high on endorphins or all the rehydration packs they’d been giving her around the clock. “Good. But not done. Get up here.”

KAMAU OBEYED. HE LIKEDto obey his Queen, and he loved the way that she easily followed his commands in bed, too. He would nobly refuse to make love and to mesh with her until she was stronger—at least a little stronger, but Nessa pointed to her chest.

Confused, he straddled her, fur fluffing in embarrassment as his cock rested between her breasts and against her chin. She stared at him, probably thinking how strange he was compared to human males.

Her hands came up to guide his paws. “Squeeze like this.”

He did as Nessa instructed, using his paws to shape her breasts into a haven for his cock.

“Now move those hips, sweet King of mine,” she whispered.

As if hearing “sweet King of mine” wouldn’t send him spurting like a geyser!

“Nessa, you shouldn’t—”

“I want to,” she argued and wrapped her thick, beautiful lips around the head of his cock, her jaw stretched wide to do so.

Well.

Not physically able to argue, even if I wanted to.

Kamau lost speech. Lost vision. Lost everything but the sensation of his cock smothered between her breasts and his tip in her soft, delicate mouth, the little tongue lapping over his slit, alternating with hard sucks that took him deeper into her mouth. His head lolled back, and his eyes closed in bliss.

“You’re the angel,” he finally said after several blissful moments of sliding against her, his precum creating a slippery ride against her soft mounds, his thumbs stroking against her nipples as he held her breasts in place around his aching, leaking cock.

Nessa made choking noises as he rutted into her mouth, but when he tried to pull back, she bit him softly, sending thunderbolts through his shaft and into his sack, even into a place deep inside where no one had ever touched him.

Her little blunt teeth scraped against his sensitive tip, and her hands latched around the back of his thighs. In a moment, one curled around the base of his tail as he drove his cock in deep, sending him over the edge. Kamau pulled back as he erupted, arching and yowling so loud he knew that anyone on B Deck would have heard his cries of pleasure.

When his eyes opened again, Nessa lay under him licking her lips, covered in his cum.

“You need another shower,” he said apologetically.

“You taste like citrines,” she licked her lips.

Yes. Definitely falling for her.

Chapter Eight

“One of them is talking!”

“That’s great news, Doc!” Kamau put a plate of sausage and toast in front of the graying Leonid physician.

“Her name is Abigail, and she works at a credit exchange office. She remembers asking some questions about unusual intergalactic processing charges from the Pantherite Provinces, stepping away to get her supervisor—and waking up here.”

“Oh, Bastet! That’s horrible,” Rupex clutched his daughter tighter as he fed her porridge. Little Alana objected and hissed a tiny hiss, waving her paws and sending splatters of her meal across her uncle.

“Sweet Sirius. What about the other girl?” Jaxson asked, wiping himself down without a second thought.

“She’s still largely unresponsive. She’s tiny, even for a human. They gave her too much neurosuppressant for her body weight, that’s my guess. She’s able to open her eyes but not speak.”

The table fell silent. Kamau moved to stand behind Nessa, wondering if he should pat her shoulder to comfort her—or would she want to keep their night of passion secret?

“Nessa, when you’re done speaking with the authorities, Abigail should talk to them. I’ll stay with her on the call,” Marcus said, taking his plate to go. “Kamau, can you whip up some more broth and custard and have it brought to the med bay?”

Jaxson picked up his plate, too. “I’ll bring it over, Doc, and then I’ll sit with our silent visitor. You all know I can talk enough for seven.”

Chuckles and cries of agreement ran around the table.

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