Page 243 of Seer Prophet

It was definitely getting worse.

I felt Revik agree.

Before I could get very far into that train of thought, he was inside me––

And then I wasn’t thinking anything at all.

Chapter43

Another Problem Of Light

“Alyson?” Balidor queried. “May I have a word?”

I turned. I felt myself tense and blush even before I saw the uncomfortable look on the Adhipan leader’s face. My rear end still hurt from Revik’s hand, my skin and bones from the cuffs he’d tightened around my wrists.

My back hurt from his belt.

Not to mention other parts of me.

Worse, I had the disconcerting feeling everyone around us knew it.

Worse than that, I couldn’t think about any of it, or feel any of the reminders on my body, without my mind being pulled back to Revik, back to sex.

Which I knew had absolutely been Revik’s intention.

It also made me conscious of the darting yet intimate touches I still felt from his light, which of course only pulled the attention of the other seers around us even more.

At this point, it felt like everyone in the room was watching us.

They watched how I moved, how I walked. Hell, at this point I wondered if they could see the outline of Revik’s fingers and palm through my pants.

Jorag was the worst about staring, and getting too close with his light.

For some reason, he’d been positively shitty about that for months.

I had no way of knowing whether his reaction came from seeing me and Revik so obviously post-coital, specific knowledge around what we’d been doing, or just horniness in general. Whatever the cause, I felt more pain off the other seer than I could really deal with right then. It got bad enough that I warned Jorag blatantly, motioning subtly towards Revik after I hand-signed for him to cut it out.

Jorag read my gestures and flushed.

He also looked away pretty damned quick the instant Revik glanced in our direction.

Now though, with Balidor standing in front of me, I saw Jorag glance at me surreptitiously again. His eyes lingered longest on my rear end, which made me wonder again if they’d seen more of me and Revik than I really wanted to think about.

I wasn’t the only one getting stares.

I’d caught Dalejem’s eyes on Revik more times than I could count. A few female seers gave him looks, as well, but no one I really knew. Unlike Jorag, Dalejem had the sheer politeness (or maybe common sense) to stay away from us, at least.

Kali and Uye left while we’d been gone.

I didn’t ask why. Truthfully, I didn’t want to know.

The fact that probably the best infiltrator alive now stood in front of me, subtly checking out my light, didn’t exactly help the embarrassed heat that crawled traitorously over my skin.

I could feel Balidor’s reluctance as he cleared his throat.

I couldn’t feel anything specific about what he wanted, but that was hardly unusual with the Adhipan leader, no matter how embarrassed he might be. Waiting for him to speak, I glanced at Revik, feeling that pain in my light worsen when I glimpsed his profile.

Fuck. What was the matter with me?

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