Page 48 of Invasion of Sorority Z

“Take that with you, will ya?” Cayte asks, thrusting Megan’s wine at Marrec. He doesn’t flinch away from the smell.

“I will discard it, yes,” he tells her.

“Great, thanks.” I think she’s about to walk away when she nearly tackles me with the force of her hug.

I grunt but laugh, wrapping my arms around her as well. It’s a good thing that my glass is empty. More arms and more bodies surround me, all of the girls—even Anna—hugging me goodbye. I’d yell for Megan to join us if I didn’t expect to see her soon. She’d be in Aprix before the month was out, no doubt.

“We’ll miss you.” Brooke sniffs.

“We’ll see each other again,” I promise. Quietly, I add, “You don’t need to mate anyone to come to Aprix, you know? They’ll take you if you ask either way.”

Our hug breaks, and Cayte offers a nod of acknowledgment. “Be safe.”

“She has never been more safe,” Marrec tells her calmly.

The smaller ship Marrec had flown to us is deceivingly small on the outside. It’s super spacious on the inside, with plenty of room to move around. Aside from the room where the ship’s controls are, there’s a single sleeping quarters, hygiene room, and kitchenette area.

Even with the high-speed space travel, the trip is going to take at least six hours. At least it’ll be a more convenient ride than some stuffy road trip. But before we take off…

I turn to my mate, the two of us standing alone in the center of the new ship.

“I sort of want to suck your cock,” I admit, licking a forgotten drop of wine from the corner of my lips into my mouth.

The wine glass shatters in his huge hand, falling to the floor in pieces. Dark splotches of maroon splatter around, decorating the metal panels beneath our feet. Marrec seems to choke on the words in his throat, his big eyes staring at me in shock.

“Unless you don’t want—” I start to stammer, only to be interrupted.

“I wish for this sucking,” he splutters. “I do not truly understand your meaning, but anything you desire for my cock, I accept.”

I stifle a giggle and arch a brow. “What if I want to put things inside of it?”

“It is a most frightening thought,” he admits. “But if your hands must touch it in the process, I will endure your request with pride.”

“You flatter me too much.”

He gives me a sheepish smile. “Perhaps this is why you offer to suck at my cock?”

“Take your pants off and I’ll tell you all of the reasons that I want to suck your cock,” I offer, face becoming hot. Thinking it over, I add, “While I lick at it.”

The clicking of his belt sounds as he rushes to shove his pants to the ground. Marrec stills before he undresses and looks almost pained as he notes the empty glass in my hand.

I frown as I set it down. “You okay?”

“Terum says that the wine makes hu-nims not themselves. Do you wish to touch my cock with your pretty mouth because you are not yourself?”

“Oh, you big sweetheart,” I gush, pushing up straight to my tippy toes. Planting a kiss of appreciation on his chest, my arms wrap around his middle in a hug. “You need a lot more than two glasses to become drunk, Marrec. At least, I do. I’m completely myself, I promise.”

His chest deflates, the tension rolling smoothly off of him. “You are certain, my blossom?”

“Completely certain,” I say firmly. “I want my mouth on you because I’m horny, and because I want to make you feel nice.”

The growing bulge behind his pants jumps at my words and a small growl crawls up from his chest and into his throat. “Your words stroke my cock, Stee-vee. It is a feeling like no other to hear you speak.”

I pull back, looking up to his handsome face. “If my words can do that, imagine what my tongue can do when it’s directly on your skin.”

“I worry that even my imagination cannot prepare me for such a sensation.”

“Marrec?”

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