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“I am not jealous, Ahmya.”

She gave him a droll look. “You just tore off my clothes and burned them because it wasn’t your silk.AndI swear you wereabout to throw Cole off the tree when you came to visit me the other day.”

Rekosh turned his body toward her, cupping her chin in one hand and staring down into her eyes. “I am not jealous. I am possessive. You are mine. Nothing and no one will come between us, mynyleea.” He chittered. “Even if I must throw them off a tree.”

CHAPTER 22

Ahmya’s dreamfaded as her eyes opened. Though the details were already lost, she knew she’d been dreaming of Earth.

Except she wasn’t on Earth. She wasn’t in a bed with a pillow and a mattress, wasn’t curled up in a comfy blanket. She was lying on her side upon a nest of the softest fluffed silk, wrapped in the strong, warm arms of a vrix.

The arms ofhervrix.

Rekosh held her to his chest with her head tucked beneath his chin and all four of his arms—along with both claspers—banded around her. She smiled, closed her eyes, and breathed in her mate’s spicy teak and amber scent. It languidly spread through her, stirring desire in her core.

Ahmya idly brushed her fingers over Rekosh’s chest. Even her pallet in her little home in Kaldarak wasn’t as cozy as this. The fluffed silk cushioned their bodies, cradling them in the gentlest embrace. It was like lying on a cloud. There’d been no need for a blanket; her mate provided all the warmth she could ever have wanted. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. Maybe she never had.

She snuggled closeragainst her vrix.

Something hard dug into her belly.

Ahmya stilled, and her eyes snapped open. Was that… Could it be?

She pressed her body even closer.

Yep, that was definitely a bulge in his pelvis.

Ahmya grinned. She still had so much to learn about her mate, but his cock was the most intriguing mystery to her. She’d seen it, had stroked it from base to tip, had taken it fully inside her, yet she couldn’t explain what she’d felt when Rekosh had orgasmed. Something hadflutteredwithin her.

You could find out what it was.

Ahmya chewed on her lower lip as temptation flowed through her, causing heat to pool low in her belly. Her finger twitched upon his hide.

He’s aroused. You could relieve him, pleasure him.

She recalled the feel of his cock in her hand, the way he’d quivered beneath her touch, the way he’d responded to her. Most of all, she recalled that delicious taste of him.

This time, she wanted more than a taste.

Slowly, Ahmya slid her hand down between their bodies, along the ridges of Rekosh’s chest and abdomen, loving the way his hide felt against her palm. Her fingers trailed over the mound at his pelvis, stopping when she reached the top of his slit. It was slightly parted, allowing some of his secretions to seep out and granting her access to the barest amount of inner flesh.

Her breath stuttered. Though she was the one touching Rekosh, the heat in her core flared, filling her with desire, with need.

Ahmya dipped her finger into his slit.

It was hot and wet.

A low, appreciative purr rumbled in Rekosh’s chest, and his claspers curled more possessively around her hips. “I have never had so pleasant an awakening,kir’ani vi’keishi.”

Warmth suffused her cheeks as she pressed her face against Rekosh’s chest and quickly withdrew her hand from his slit.

“Good morning,” she squeaked.

One of his hands smoothed along her back. The tips of his claws grazed her skin, sending delightful shivers along her spine. “My mate is bold while I sleep. Should I close my eyes so you may again find your boldness?”

Ahmya chuckled and shook her head. “No.”

Chittering softly, Rekosh rubbed his chin atop her head. “I have been awake for some time.”

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