Page 67 of Whispers of the Void

She slowly walks over to the table and pulls out the chair between Vynia and Mydax. Pride fills me as she shows no fear, even with Mydax’s earlier attack. It was only a few weeks ago but somehow feels like a lifetime. It’s as though I’ve never lived a life without her. The strength and speed and depth of my feelings for her is overwhelming in the best possible way.

Mydax inhales, and his eyes flare, his gaze shooting to mine questioningly. My scent is all over her, and, whether she’ll ever be able to tell, our mate bond is, too. It will give her protection and the same level of deference and respect I’m afforded as she is now my equal in all things. I give him the slightest of nods to confirm while Vynia leans over and speaks softly to Neev.

The rest of the meeting goes swiftly. Plans for our journey to the temple are confirmed. Altis will remain on board the ship with Mydax on the off chance the ship is needed by the Sovereign. Hyva and Vynia will accompany Las, Neev, and myself to the temple. No one outside of the six of us at this table knows about our ultimate goal.

Neev stays seated as the rest of the group files out. She’s quiet and looking out into space.

“How do you feel?” I pull the chair beside her out and sit.

Her lips tilt upwards in a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m good. I barely have any pain left, it’s miraculous.”

“But?”

“Are you reading my mind?” She gives me a wry grin.

“No. I don’t need to when I can see your worry written all over your face.” I use my knee to spin her chair until she’s facing me. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I guess I’m just wondering what happens to me once I finish translating.”

“What do you mean?” Hope surges within my chest. Is her melancholy because she doesn’t want to leave after she finishes? “You can go back to the Order. You can stay. We can help you find a new place to go.”

“You’d want me to stay?” Her eyes search mine.

Stars, yes, of course I want her to stay.

But I don’t want her to feel obligated. Staying with me has to be her idea. I drag in a deep breath before answering.

“I want you to do what feels right. I support you entirely, whatever makes you happy. Staying with me, with us,” I motion around around the room, “is something you are absolutely welcome to do.”

“What would I do?”

“I’m sure we could use your expertise on missions. Universal translators only work on verbal communication. Your skillset is invaluable.”

“And if I stayed, what would become of us?” Her cheeks flush pink, but she holds my gaze.

“Anything you want.” My answer hangs in the air between us.

“What if what I want is you?” She moves toward me, pulling that electric current that connects us.

I grab her hips and lift her into my lap. “You have me.”

Her arms wind around my neck while her eyes dance back and forth between mine. “Good, because you have me, too.”

My chest wants to burst open with happiness as her lips meet mine. She shifts her weight, rocking her hips forward. The heat of her core settles over me while the scent of her arousal fills the air. I want nothing more than to push my pants down my hips and release my cock for her to ride, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“We should slow down, you’re injured.” I manage to get the words out as her lips travel across my jaw and down my neck. My fingers flex against her hips when I feel her teeth nip my skin.

“I feel almost as good as new. The only part of me that aches is the emptiness only you can fill. Listen to my thoughts if you need. They’re yours as far as I’m concerned.”

I’m undone by the trust she gives me. My hands scoop her up, kneading the globes of her ass as I carry her into the bedroom. Our lips meet once again in a tangle of tongue and lips. I never realized how sexy kissing someone could be, and now I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

She lowers her legs and slides down my body. My cock is already out, pushing against the stiff fabric of my pants. I can’t wait to slide inside her body.

“I need to feel your hands on me.”She speaks into my mind as she pulls her shirt off.

The peaks of her nipples poke through the thin material holding them in place. She gasps when I run my thumb over one of them. I watch as she reaches down and pulls the tight garment over her head. Her heavy breasts bounce free in a display that makes it hard for me to remember my own name.

Three black, elongated markings sit between her breasts. I run my fingers over her inked flesh. Goosebumps ripple over her soft skin under the caress.

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