Page 62 of Keeping Freya
“Did you go through a goth phase, buddy?”
He doesn’t even respond, and I walk into the room, letting my fingers trail the fabric of the sheets. A mangled groan sounds behind me, and I turn around to see him looking at me with hooded eyes.
My exhaustion and discomfort immediately turns into lust, and with a cheeky smile, I lower the zipper of my suit. He stalks towards me and captures my lips in a searing kiss. One we should have shared hours ago, when we found each other in the Sternotheri village.
A sudden rumbling breaks the spell, and I pull away.
“The ship is leaving,” he says. “Come, I will show you to my shower.”
“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea. Although I much prefer that river on the planet to a sonic shower.”
He huffs. “We do not use sonic showers. Some things are better the old-fashioned way.”
Curiously, I follow him through a door on the other side of the wall, and we walk into a large bathroom. A big sink is opposite the door, with a big mirror overhead. There’s a small toilet on my left, and the entire right side of the room is one big shower. A big glass door spans the whole width of the room, and I see at least three shower heads.
“This is amazing!” I call out, and T’Rak smirks.
“I will give you a minute. L’Ren is bringing some clothes for you to wear.” He walks towards the shower, opens the door, and turns on the faucets. “The shower will be nice and warm when you are ready.”
He walks away without a second glance. Weird, he almost seems shy again…
I undress and take care of business. Already, I feel so much better. Moving towards the shower, I undo my braid, longing for a thorough wash.
The water temperature is perfect, and there’s only one thing missing in this shower. T’Rak.
As if my thoughts called him, he enters the bathroom again. “Do you need anything?”
“You.”
His head snaps up, taking me in through the fogged glass.
“Fr’Ya…” My name is a strangled word on his lips. “Are you certain?”
“Positive.”
I see his form come near and hear the rustling of clothes being shed. A moment later, he enters the shower with me, and I get to see him in all his naked glory.
CHAPTER 37
T’Rak
My mate is exquisite. She looks like a creature made of fantasies. Her pale, wet hair clings to her body, covering her breasts, a sultry smile at her lips.
I take a moment to turn on the other sprays, so we have plenty of room and she will not get cold.
I sink to my knees in front of her and kiss her abdomen. “The last two days have been hell on me. Not knowing if you were alright, not being able to do anything to help you. I need you, Fr’Ya. Please tell me you need me too.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her hands sliding in my hair, fumbling with my braids. I kiss the soft skin of her stomach and her side. My tail slides between her legs, and she opens for me.
“So beautiful,” I murmur against her skin when I kiss her cunt. I do not let a single spot go untouched, sucking, nibbling, and licking all her sensitive skin. Except for where she wants me. Except for her clit.
“T’RAK!” she cries out. “Please, it’s not fair. Please touch my clit, I need it.”
I grin against her folds. “You beg so prettily, I should make you beg more.”
“Please,” she wails, and I flick my tongue against the hard bud. She cries out and squeezes my horns. I circle my tongue around her clit, stroking and flicking. She is panting and starts mumbling something incoherent. I part her folds with my thumbs, and at the same time, I slide one of my fingers inside her tight heat. I suck on her clit, and she explodes.
Wrapping my tail around her waist, I keep her steady as she cries out my name and wave after wave of pleasure rides through her. She gushes on my face, and I lap up every drop of her arousal, taking all that she is willing to give me.
