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A regrettable sigh reverberated through Daicon’s body as his hands slid from my waist up my back, landing atop my shoulders. "You should head back to the common area while it's clear."
“Are you sure?” I asked when what I wanted to do was protest.
Daicon stepped out of the alcove, coolness assaulting my skin at the loss of his touch. I followed, stumbling over my own feet. I didn’t feel rejected exactly, but it was close. Beside me, he cocked his head, and I saw the tip of his ear twitch as he listened. I heard nothing but the hammering of my own heart.
“The guards are moving further into the tunnels. Go now while it’s safe.”
"You don't want me to stay?" Now, I felt dejected.
As if reading my mind, Daicon slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me close.
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” He dipped his head, feathering his lips across mine. “I need you to be safe.” With that, he spun me, so I faced the tunnel and nudged me forward a few steps.
“O—okay.” My feet moved slowly, each step made with a wish that he’d tell me to stay.
Daicon didn’t speak again. When I glanced over my shoulder, just at the point where the tunnel curved, and shadows encroached on his handsome frame…I found him watching. Hisexpression was a mix of concern, curiosity, and something I intended to pretend was lust… at least, I hoped it was lust.
Sweet fancy, Moses!
I’d never felt more discombobulated in my life, but I didn’t regret a thing.
Not one little bit.
Chapter 10
Daicon
Blackness surrounded me. Any sunlight filtering through the overhead domes had long since faded. The only hint of brightness was pale-yellow shimmering veins of choicat running through the rock overhead. Thankfully, Vaktaire could see in the dark almost as well as light, although night cast everything in a pale purple tint.
It was late, close to the midway of the moon. My feet plodded tiredly and became less silent than normal as I approached the common area. No guards milled about. I had heard none since the two earlier. Even so, I walked the perimeter, if only to keep myself busy a moment longer.
By now, Daisy would have finished the dishes, with Ewok's help since I stayed away. The younglings would be fast asleep, lulled that way by another of Daisy's stories. Right now, her tales concerned heinous creatures called dinosaurs living once again on Earth due to genetic cloning. It bummed me to think I’d missed tonight's episode. I truly wanted to discover whether the velociraptors won against the new genetic mutation and if the humans escaped the place Daisy described as a 'theme park’alive.
Daisy.
I stayed away tonight because of her. Not because I was angry or regretted what happened earlier. I stayed away becauseI didn’t know how to be near her again without my cock exploding.
Something ached inside me at the thought of her. A physical pain, not an ache of regret but of unrequited desire.
The ends of my hair whipped against my face as I shook my head, trying to gain a modicum of control over my mind and body.
It was hopeless.
Daisy infected me, and I was unsure if I wanted to be cured. How does one cure himself of the constant memory of soft lips and the way her curves felt pressed against me. Her scent… that delicious nectar of flowers and sunshine made my mouth water.
When she didn’t kiss me again or mention the kiss after I returned from gathering the medi-unit, I’d convinced myself the first time was a fluke. That I’d taken her expression of gratitude for something more. She turned to me for comfort, clinging to me, letting me share her bed and hold her soft body in those moments when her dreams became too terrifying to face alone.
But today.
Today, I felt her desire… for me, and the feelings I’d managed to cull over the last week reared forth like a rampaging, lusting beast. All I wanted to do was press Daisy close and feel her tongue tangle with mine as my hands explored every curve of her luscious body. Desire sent warm blood through my body, nearly crippling my steps.
How was I supposed to control myself around her?
This was new territory. Not once had I felt this kind of draw to a female. A need so powerful it felt akin to the slash of a fiery blade when I thought of denying myself.
Could she be my mate?
No.
