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Not when her body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure…not when her nipples still tingled from his mouth and her pussy was still so warm and wet from his fingers.
“I shouldn’t have let that happen,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.
His arm tightened around her.
“It was necessary. You were in pain. Nectar fever is not to be ignored.”
Of course. Science. Research. Her health.
The words tasted bitter in her mouth. He would never admit he wanted her. And maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was only doing his duty, like the logical, precise scientist he was. That should have comforted her. But somehow it only made the ache in her chest worse.
Stop it, Lexi. Stop wanting something you can’t have. He’s not yours. He’ll never be yours. And why would you want him, anyway? He kidnapped you and brought you here against your will! You’re only going through with this for the money—don’t forget that.
She swallowed hard and forced her voice to be steady.
“I… I should sleep now. Tomorrow you’ll need me to…to…” She couldn’t bring herself to say be milked. The words caught in her throat.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Sleep.”
He eased her down onto the mossy bed, pulling the leafy covers up over her trembling body. For a moment she thought he might leave, but he stayed, standing tall at her side, his golden gaze fixed on her.
She turned her face away, closing her eyes, willing her body to relax. But inside her mind was chaos. Shame…desire…confusion. And worst of all, a deep, secret longing for him to stay, to keep holding her, to whisper again that she was beautiful.
But he didn’t. And she didn’t dare ask.
14
LEXI
Lexi woke early, the alien room still quiet in the violet dawn. For a moment she lay still on the mossy bed, staring at the vine curtain that separated her from Brandt’s chamber. Her cheeks heated as the memories of the night before rushed in—his fingers inside her, his mouth on her nipples, the way he had made her cry out. Her pussy pulsed at the thought, traitorous and needy, but she shoved it away.
You need air…space. Something normal. You can’t just lie here thinking about him, she told herself.
She slipped quietly from the bed and pulled on a robe. Then she padded barefoot across the mossy floor. The silver door slid open quietly, leading her into the rounded hallway, then out onto one of the curved balconies.
The cool morning air kissed her overheated skin, carrying scents that were both familiar and strange: damp leaves…something musky like loam…and the sweet perfume of alien flowers that opened at dawn.
The sight was so beautiful and calming that Lexi decided to take a walk. The nice thing was, she didn’t even have to put on shoes. There was almost no pavement here—at least in the areas she’d seen. Everywhere was carpeted in moss and soft, tender grass.
She found her way down using one of the long silver bridges that stretched from the mushroom shaped building to the ground below and soon was strolling around, exploring the entire area.
The grounds stretched out before her, dotted with lush trees, glowing plants, and several enclosures that looked like small, wild meadows enclosed in vine-covered fencing.
Lexi’s curiosity pulled her toward one in particular. A faint animal scent drifted up from the small wild area—grassy, with a sharp tang of musk and something like cinnamon. It wasn’t unpleasant, just wild. She decided to get closer. What was living here and why had the Terians fenced it off?
Then—she saw it.
Inside the pen, a small, fluffy creature with enormous blue eyes and tufted violet ears nibbled at a cluster of glowing mushrooms. Its fur was a dappled green and white, blending almost perfectly with the meadow grass, and two stubby little horns peeked from its fuzzy head.
Lexi’s heart melted instantly.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re like a baby bunny…if a bunny had horns.”
A sign posted at the edge of the pen caught her eye. Etched in flowing Terian artwork was a pictograph of a hand with a red slash through it. Even without any written language, the meaning was clear: Don’t touch.
Lexi sighed, glancing between the sign and the baby. She was itching to give the little guy some scratches—she loved animals. But the sign stopped her.
Don’t do it, she lectured herself. The sign says you’re not supposed to touch it no matter how cute it is. You’re already in deep enough with this whole crazy science project. Don’t make things worse.
