Page 7 of Owned By Two

I hastily shifted my eyes from his crotch and must have turned brighter than a ripe strawberry when he laid eyes on me.

“Uh, that’s, uh, fine,” I said, keeping my eyes firmly on the floor and ceiling —anywherebut at him.

He filled the glass and brought it to me.

I looked at it. He’d filled it literally to the top. I looked at it sideways before glancing up at him.

He wore an expression of innocence as I realized he must have never had human whiskey before, or if he had, he had no idea of its effect on the human body.

But at that moment, downing a full glass might have done me a great deal of good.

Instead, I took a sip and let it roll down the back of my throat and hissed through my teeth at the liquid fire.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. No, it’s good. It’s just… got one hell of a kick to it, that’s all.”

He cocked his head to one side. “A kick? But it has no legs or feet to attack with…”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It means… Never mind. It’s not important.”

He took a slurp from his drink. It was clear and I’d assumed it was vodka or something like that. But he didn’t hiss or grimace the way I had. It was then that I realized what was in his glass.

“You’re drinking water?” I asked.

He nodded. “I wish to keep my wits about me for the mating.”

“Oh.”

And here was me, slurping like a drunk on a Friday night.

I placed my glass on a side table, deciding that if he was going to remain clear-headed, then so would I.

When I turned back to him, I was pleased to see him pulling his eyes from my ass the same way I had with his crotch earlier.

I was pleased to see the attraction I felt for him was reciprocated. His eyes were sticky and hadn’t wanted to pull away from me.

It meant this week might actually be enjoyable.

“Have you… done this before?” I asked him.

“Sated my Steyatt?” he asked. “It is something we must do every year.”

I shook my head. “I mean, sated yourself at a… Seeding Facility before?”

My mouth struggled around the words I wasn’t experienced with pronouncing yet…

Steyatt.

Seeding Facility.

Sating yourself…

I was in a fantasy world and wasn’t entirely sure where I fit within it.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure ifhewould fit.

I heard a low growl and, self-conscious, pressed a hand to my stomach before realizing the sound wasn’t coming from me at all.

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