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“Anything you want to, my mate. Anything for you.” And then I lower my lips and touch hers with mine.

The slight touch feels electrifying. After the first soft brush of our lips, I pull back an inch. Mara smiles at me.

“I think we need to do that longer,” she whispers. “It looked very passionate when Lauren and D’Var did it.”

I grin at her shyness, feeling immense pride at her taking the lead.

She closes the distance, her soft lips kissing mine. She sucks on my lower lip, and sensations explode, instantly hardening my cock again.

“Marra.” I moan, my voice is raspy. “Again!”

She giggles and our mouths meet once more, planting small kisses on each other's lips, I suck on her lip like she did mine and she grinds against me. We are both panting, and when her pink tongue comes out to lick her lips, I cannot resist and suck it into my mouth.

The moment her tongue touches mine all rational thoughts have left me. The intimacy, the sensuality. Now I see why D’Var is so addicted to kissing his L’Ren. It is messy, our mouths are open, tongues tentatively touching, our bodies pressed together.

“O’Rec,” she whimpers softly, and I pull back. She slowly opens her eyes, a hazy look in them, and then gives me a small smile.

Grinning, I lean in to give her one more kiss when a knock on the door suddenly breaks the spell.

“I have clothing for you to wear during dinner,” a soft voice says.

With one last longing kiss, I break our connection. It's time to get up and get back to reality.

CHAPTER19

Mara

Iam blushing like crazy when O’Rec walks up to the door. Instantly, I miss the warmth of his body and the feeling of his tail around my leg. He shields his body with the door, covering up the mess we made. I bury my face in the blankets to muffle my giggles, not daring to look up until I hear the door close.

O’Rec is holding onto a lot of colorful fabric and displays the items on the bed. I quickly move over and stand up next to him. The items are gorgeous, deep pink and vibrant green tunics with loose pants. The fabric looks so soft and inviting, and when I reach out to touch it, it’s as soft as I imagined.

“These outfits are amazing!” I squeal, enthusiastic over the pretty colors.

“I take it you like the colors?” O’Rec smiles at me.

“Yes! Apparently, I love color.” With that revelation, I almost hear the clink in my mind rattling the chain, weakening the links even further. A pulsing feeling deep inside of me takes over. All these feelings threaten to overwhelm me, and I desperately search for some seclusion.

“Do you need the bathroom?” O’Rec mistakes my unrest for something else, but I grab the handout he is giving me and nod. He points me towards a door near the stage I had missed earlier, and I rush in to calm myself and do my business.

When I return, O’Rec is already dressed and looking fabulous.

“I will wait for you in the hallway,” he says. He’s almost at the door when he hesitates and walks back to me, leaning in to give me the sweetest little kiss before walking away with a goofy grin.

He’s not even in the room, but still, I’m blushing. My mind spins with the intimacy of what we did, with how good it felt to be that close to him. How good it felt to make my own choices. Something tries to pierce through the happy feeling in my mind, but I push it away. I will push all thoughts of Ananta away, I decide. She does not belong on this planet. I promised O’Rec to give him a chance, to at least try. And I can’t do that with her in my head.

With firm determination, I change my clothes, wash my face, and finger-comb my hair. I look in the mirror but hardly recognize the person I see looking back at me. There’s a spark in my eyes, and the low cut of the tunic shows off my new tattoo. I smile at myself in the mirror, promising to open myself up and enjoy everything Novarron has to offer.

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Dinner wasnothing short of a feast filled with local delicacies, rich wine, and flowing conversation. I kept my distance, observing quietly from my place at O’Rec’s side. Apparently, it’s a big deal for the Novarrion people that the Prince of Arracate has shown his face, and the entire evening, people are coming up to our table to express their thanks for everything the Warriors have done for them.

After the dishes had been cleared, furniture was almost magically rearranged, and right now, we are lounging on long couches on the side of the room, music is playing, and people are dancing. Lauren and D’Var constantly touch and kiss, uncaring of all the glances thrown their way.

O’Rec puts his arm around me, pulling me to his side, and I blush. I can feel his tail curling up my leg as he continues to have a vivacious conversation with the person next to him. He is smiling, and his voice is slightly louder than his typical soft-spoken timbre. I giggle; he must have drunk more wine than I thought.

“O’Rec,” I whisper, tugging at the collar of his tunic.

“Yes, my beautiful mate?” His voice booms through the room. I flinch with discomfort, but nobody is paying us attention - they are just having fun.

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