Page 34 of Fated to the Hunter
“What are you doing?”
“I was thinking maybe we just stay right here and wait out the flyers. The bed is clean, and it’s an internal room, so it's probably the safest choice. We need to wait until dark anyway. I say we chill out here.” My hoodie came off as well, along with my boots. “Plus, there’s a comfy bed.”
He looked pensive. “Yes. This is better than returning to the shuttle. It is too dangerous to leave the building right now.”
“That, and also, I think your shuttle is cock-blocking us,” I said honestly. I still hadn’t told him about our little conversation when he was away, but I planned to before we returned to the shuttle.
“That term is… descriptive. I am guessing it means it is preventing us from sharing sex.”
“Yup. That’s the drift. Think about it. Every time we touch, something happens. It even called Lenny just to get us to stop. And not to mention, it already told me it doesn’t like me.”
“When?” he asked, even as his stomach complained loudly about not having been fed.
It was past noon, and we hadn’t exactly eaten breakfast either, both of us being too excited or perhaps nervous about the mission. Since we probably weren’t going to stay here for long, I wasn’t too worried about getting crumbs on the bed, but considering we’ve been outside in a Dead Zone, picking up who knew how much scourge fungal spores, I decided the outer layers had to come off, especially the pants.
“I’ll tell you as we eat. Pants off. On the bed,” I ordered as I peeled off my top.
Chapter 18: Kiera
Bael’k raised his brows, then a devilish grin raised the corners of his lips.
Oops. He’d probably taken that the wrong way, especially with what we’d just been talking about. That wasn’t quite how I’d meant it, but it didn’t matter either way. I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to finish this mission without jumping on that mighty fine Xarc’n cock of his at least once. But I wasn’t going to make itthateasy.
“I mean so we don’t get it dirty.”
The smirk never left his face. “We will get it dirty, but not with our clothes.”
“Yeah, you’ll get it dirty with that!” I pointed to the dried smudge of whatever was still smeared on his body from when he’d secured the premises.
He frowned, twisting and contorting, but unable to see the smudge on the back of his arm.
I giggled. Xarc’n warriors might be strong and tough and fast, but they weren’t very flexible. “Here, let me clean you up.” I dug out the specially formulated wipes Sam had stuffed intothe survival kit. “We should probably wipe up any exposed skin anyway. These are supposed to be antifungal.”
I ran the wipe slowly down his arm, watching the way his biceps shifted beneath my touch. Purple was slowly becoming my favorite color. That low, rumbling purr vibrated through the room again, surrounding us like a hug. The sound was becoming familiar, almost comforting, reminding me of Bael’k and the safety he provided.
But when I grabbed a new wipe and crossed over to his front, the sound became deeper, more primal, and the air changed, seeming to spark to life. This routine cleaning had transformed into something undeniably charged with sexual energy. I ran the wipe down his chest, watching the way his pecs flexed beneath my touch, the subtle ripple of strength beneath violet skin.
“You missed a spot,” he murmured in that low growly tone that had goosebumps prickling my arms.
“Where?”
He pointed to his stomach. “Here.”
“You’re enjoying this too much,” I said, swiping the citrus-scented wipe over his abs.
“I enjoy you,” he replied, his golden eyes nearly glowing. “You don’t have to keep pretending this is decontamination.”
“What if I like pretending?”
“Do you?”
My breath caught. The air between us thickened, humming with something electric. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.
Our mouths met, and everything else dropped away. The room, the house, the scourge outside? Vaporized. It was me, him, and a bed.
The rough slant of his lips over my mouth sent a jolt of need through my body. The commanding thrust of his tongue had me panting and moaning as I imagined his cock doing the same a little lower. I opened to him, surrendering, letting the need take over. Sliding my hand around his neck, I grabbed his hair, pulling him close.
His hands gripped my waist, then slid around to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. I gasped, surprised by the feeling of his cock pressing against my belly, and he swallowed the sound like it belonged to him.
