Page 33 of Wayfinder
“Apparently not,” I drawled with a smile.
Uilay loosed a low growl, hands curling into fists, and his frog-like legs bowed in preparation to pounce. Quietly, Jutuk stepped to my side, his arm sliding protectively around my waist as he acknowledged Chef Uilay with a curt nod.
“Chef Uilay, good show in the competition.”
Jutuk’s words were the epitome of politeness. Still, I picked up on the threatening undercurrent in his voice, as did Uilay, who immediately backed down.
We quietly slipped away from the commotion, heading towards our chambers, and bringing along the ceviche I’d put aside for dinner.
The ship seemed peaceful, with all the other contestants gone and Uilay safely housed at the far end of the ship. Thedim lighting cast soft shadows on the walls, creating a sense of intimacy as we walked along the corridors.
When we entered the room, I immediately went to the table to set out the ceviche.
I felt more than heard Jutuk come up behind me. I turned to ask how much flatbread he wanted when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly against his chest. I had only the breath of a moment to register the hunger glowing in his golden eyes before his mouth crashed against mine.
Chapter 10 – Jutuk
Pearl melted against me, a small, satisfied moan coming from her throat as my hands slid from her waist to back, pulling her against me.
As our mouths moved together, she shifted closer, her tongue teasingly dancing along my bottom lip. Her unique taste, a mixture of sweetness and spice, flooded my senses.
My mind whirled with thoughts, none more prevalent than the recognition of my need for Pearl. She could never be my true mate. I had accepted that. But even so, I couldn’t imagine wanting any female more than Pearl, her luscious curves pressing against my body as though made to fit perfectly against me.
My cock was almost painfully hard and pressed against her belly. Pearl responded with a soft moan and wriggled even closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. The sensation of her soft curves pressed against me, the feel of her tongue tangling with mine, was pure bliss, a moment of perfect connection.
And then, just like that, it was over.
Pearl stumbled a step back, bright blue eyes wide. The fingers she raised to her kiss-swollen lips trembled.
“Um... what was that?”
Her usually floral, fresh scent held an overlay of spicy musk. The smell of her arousal. I didn’t stop the curve of my lips at the realization.
“I am congratulating you on winning the competition,” I shrugged at her question. “You said kissing was a way of showing congratulations."
Pearl’s already flushed cheeks deepened in color. “Oh shit.”
I didn’t like her obvious discomposure or her standing so far away, although no more than a few inches separated us.
“What is wrong? Did I not do it right?” I asked, reaching out to nab a lock of the reddish-brown hair lying on her shoulder. The strands flowed through my fingers like silk.
“Oh no, you did it great,” she snorted, but her mouth curved into a smile.
“Good,” I grunted, proud of her admission. “I enjoy kissing very much.”
“Yeah, about that.” Pearl scrubbed her hands over her face with a sigh.
“You dislike the kissing.” I frowned. The scent of her arousal lay thick in the air suggesting otherwise.
Her eyes shot at me, flashing with regret.
“Oh, no... I mean... I like it very much.” She sighed, a faint smile playing with the corners of her pouty lips. “Too much. It’s just....” Her face scrunched in thought. “What happens now that the contest is over?”
An odd question, I thought, since she knew my sole purpose was to rescue her.
“We return to the space station and affect our escape.”
Pearl shook her head slightly, frowning. “No, I mean after that.”
