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"Then they would have seen how well I take care of you." I grind against him, letting him feel how hard I am. "How thoroughly owned I am by you."
His hand drops to palm me through my pants. "Your turn?"
"Later. When we can take our time." I kiss him again, softer this time. "Besides, this was about showing appreciation for that possessive display."
"I still can't believe I did that."
"I can. The bond makes everything more intense." I brush his hair back from his face. "And I loved it. Seeing you claim me like that? I'm going to be thinking about it for days."
Through the bond, I feel his pleasure at my words, mixed with residual embarrassment and deep satisfaction.
"They'll be back tomorrow," he says.
"Probably early," I agree.
"We should go to the zhik'ra fields. Work. Be normal." He leans against me, his body still humming with afterglow. "I never expected this. Any of this."
"Regrets?"
"No." He pulls back to look at me, his colors shifting to warm gold. "Never. Even with my family being difficult, even with everything happening so fast. You're worth it."
"So are you." I kiss him once more. "Come on, let's clean up before they decide to make another surprise visit."
As we straighten our clothes and tidy the kitchen, I can feel our bond humming contentedly between us. It's stronger after the morning's intensity—his possessive display, the family confrontation, the blowjob that took him by surprise.
We're going to be just fine. Family drama, cultural differences, and all.
We're going to be perfect.
Chapter Thirteen
Vel'aan
The afternoon sun beats down on us as we work through Section F, the last of the storm-damaged areas. Alex moves through the water with more confidence now, his movements less clumsy, more purposeful. He's learned to read the zhik'ra's health by touch, to identify which clusters need full removal versus careful pruning.
I surface beside him, watching droplets of water run down his chest, catching in the hair there before continuing their path downward. Even after this morning—the mortifying family encounter, the possessive display I still can't believe I made, the way he dropped to his knees afterward—I still want him with an intensity that surprises me.
"You're staring," he says without looking at me, a smile playing at his lips.
"You stared first. This morning."
"Fair." He turns to face me, treading water easily now. "But can you blame me? You're gorgeous when you're wet."
My bioluminescence flares with pleased purple-gold, and his grin widens.
"See? Beautiful." He swims closer, close enough that our legs brush underwater. "That was quite a display this morning."
"Don't," I groan, but through the bond I feel his genuine delight about it.
"I'm just saying, I didn't know you had it in you." He reaches out, fingers tracing along my jaw. "The way you pulled me against you when Kar'on touched me? Your parents didn't know what to do with themselves."
"It was completely inappropriate."
"It was both protective and possessive and I loved every second of it." His thumb brushes my lower lip. "The bond makes everything more intense, doesn't it?"
Before I can answer, voices carry across the water. Other farmers, working their own sections, but close enough to see us. I pull back, aware of appearances.
"Oh, that reminds me," Alex says. "Finn sent a message a few minutes ago. He invited us for dinner tonight."
