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Devin let out a roar and thrust deep inside her. His body shuddered and he collapsed on top of her for a moment before rolling them, putting her on top. She sat up and saw him watching her breasts heaving with a sense of satisfaction.
Trust a male to be satisfied with that aspect of their relationship.
“We’ll make the best of it,” she said, half to herself, because as he’d said, they were permanent now. She could figure out how to stay out of his way for the most part. As for the mind boggling sex, he wasn’t having any objections to that, or at least his cock wasn’t. It was still towering inside her.
Val had thought she’d been completely satisfied, utterly satiated, but she couldn’t fight the niggling urge to watch his face as she rotated her hips.
“I do believe I prefer it,” Devin finally said.
“Prefer what?” Val asked.
“The feel of you squeezing my cock, to my fingers.”
Val laughed and squeezed his cock again. “Well, then, you’ll just have to give me another orgasm then.” That wouldn’t be too hard at the rate she was already building toward one.
Devin wasted no time putting his finger back to work on her clit, and in record time, she was screaming out his name again along with some choice profanities that may or may not have been in the translator’s matrix.
When he put his hands back on her hips, Val knew she was in for a long night, and she planned to enjoy every minute of it.
Chapter 22
Devin
There was work to be done, and even though he didn’t feel like doing it, Devin left his warm bed and his mate asleep and walked into his city. The night had been a welcome diversion from the responsibilities and duties that lay ahead.
He was not the only Mahdfel there. Others had already begun manning the bots that crawled over the buildings, installing components and circuits that were too fragile to lower directly in one piece. Devin looked up. Several sky bridges connecting the buildings were also in progress, slowly forming before meeting in the middle.
All of the stone work and carefully planned curves and angles stood ready and waiting for the heartbeats that would make it a home. Devin stood there, willing his feet to move into one of the buildings. Everything was exactly as he had laid out in his head, yet tainted with sadness. He’d soon have to start with fresh designs for the next city, but not yet.
He did not hear footsteps, but he felt the presence of someone behind him.
“We will not name the city ‘Humility’,” Kave said, drawing up beside him. “We will name it ‘Haxit’.” He said it like he expected the architect to object.
“It is fitting,” Devin said.
“Jane and Humility both say that we should not feel guilty.” His tone indicated he still needed more convincing. “There was no toxin found, but that does not mean…”
“His system had not cleared it already,” Devin finished. “Yes. It is baffling. I trust everyone here.” He wanted the warlord to know that he did not think any of the clan capable of murder. They could slit a Sulhik’s throat without a second thought, but it was inconceivable they would murder one of their own.
“We must then consider it an accident, but still keep an eye on the cause,” Kave stated.
“It will not happen again.”
“It will not,” Devin stated with equal conviction.
Kave’s com buzzed and checked it. His skin flashed a sickly color of dread and resignation.
“Charlette is awake. Please let there be no more screeching.”
Charlette satin a large white chair filled with pillows surrounded by all the mates at the camp. She was flanked by Jane and Humility, both of whom were watching Charlette with an eye that looked like they were expecting trouble. His own mate was near the door, standing and fetching things from the replicator for the mates with much larger protruding bellies. Even among so many other Terrans, he could feel her movements, instinctually knowing where she was within the room without even having to search for her. Their eyes met once, but she didn’t smile or acknowledge him. He wanted to see her smile, but this was not the time nor place for his own desires.
Kave stood in the center of the configuration, which Devin couldn’t help but notice looked somewhat like a monarchholding court. All Charlette needed was a dais to look down upon her worshippers.
“It has been decided,” Kave pronounced, “that the city shall be named ‘Haxit’… in honor of… Haxit.”
“What? I thought the city was going to be ‘Humility’,” Charlette said.
“It was,” Kave began as he stared at his mate. Humility rolled her eyes.
