Page 52 of Invasion of Sorority Z

Marrec gives me a bit to collect myself and do my morning business things alone. His“hygiene room”is a lot like Earth bathrooms, everything is just a bit bigger and designed differently. From what I’ve seen so far, Marrec’s home is styled sort of like I would imagine a rich person designing a treehouse might decorate. Like, almost luxuriously woodsy.

I follow the directions Marrec gave me, walking down the short hallway to the whimsical wooden stairs. Sweet and savory smells greet me as I get to the bottom and a smile spreads across my face when I find the kitchen area.

It’s less woodsy than the rest of the home, much more technology based. It reminds me of the test kitchen Brooke studied in on campus. Lots of metal contraptions and solid stone surfaces. It’s very… silver. Right off of the kitchen is a dining area. The woodsy aesthetic continues again here with natural lumber-crafted furniture.

Marrec is pouring a purple juice into a mug-like cup, leaning over a huge table full of dishes. The breakfast spread looks big enough to feed an army.

“Oh my goodness, you made all of this?”

“It is an easy task,” he assures me, kissing my temple. “Our technology is much more advanced than the Urth’s cooking devices.”

“You’ll show me how the kitchen works sometime then?”

“I will,” he promises, pulling out a seat for me. “Though, I hope to do most of the cooking. I enjoy feeding you, my mate.”

My neck heats, redness likely climbing to my cheeks. “You won’t hear me complaining.”

“I prepared foods similar to what the computer says your diet consists of. Allow me to show you?”

God.Allowhim? My eyes probably twinkle at this beautiful man before me. Nothing in the world has ever felt as perfect as everything at his side does.

I resist the urge to bite my lip. “Please do.”

Marrec jumps into a detailed description of each food item he’s made. Sweet loaf—which is similar to banana bread, soft cream—a sort of yogurt oatmeal hybrid, and some other seriously decadent dishes for an early morning meal.

I eat a little bit of everything, filling up quickly on the amazing meal. My mate is quite the chef, and I make sure to make my thoughts known. If anyone could use some more compliments in their life, it’s him.

Sighing with contentment, my head drops against the back of my chair. “I’m so full, Marrec.”

“I can think of one place that you are not full, little blossom,” he says, voice raspy. Sitting at my side, his fingers drag up the inside of my thigh. He stops, cupping me through the fabric of my panties. The damp fabric. “You are raining here for me,” he tells me, a smug edge to the words. He is so proud that he turns me on so endlessly.

“It’s hard not to be.” I squirm, willing his fingers to move.

“I am glad for this,” he admits. “Your rain is the sweetest of them all.”

I flush. “Didn’t you get enough of it this morning?”

“There willneverbe enough.”

Which is precisely how I end up bent over the table while he gets his latest taste before filling me up.

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Twenty minutes later, we’re both cleaned up and dressed for the day. There are a million things I want to do and see, but we have all of the time in the world here. There’s no rush or urgent need. I’m no longer in the position of struggling to survive. For the first time in too many months, I simply get tolive.

And living is even easier now, since Marrec has a health bracelet prepared for me. It’s a little pale colored band that stays around my wrist, and extremely lightweight. I can tell that he’s relieved for me to have it, and it makes me feel good to be able to give him that peace of mind.

Humans are troublingly vulnerable compared to the people of Aprix, and this little band lets him know that I’m okay. Honestly, it’s pretty reassuring for me to see as well. It’ll be a constant reminder that I’m alive. Living.

And the next thing I’m doing with this new life is getting a tour of my massive home.

“This place is truly incredible,” I tell Marrec for what may be my fifth time uttering the words. But it’strue.

It’s like an upscale home molded into a treehouse. Several box-shaped house sections built into an old tree cluster connected with outdoor stairs and bridges. There’s the main bedroom and bathroom in a large part of it, sharing the same cube as the kitchen, then other cubes with other parts of the home a short distance away. There’s even entirely empty sections androom to growas Marrec calls it.

Most of the furniture is made from solid wood, while other parts are more technology based. His chairs and couches are shaped sort of like the ones we have on Earth, but obviously bigger. I can sit on them all while having my legs out straight rather than hanging off the edges. The padding is as soft and comfortable as his bedding, but the seats are more like padded benches than fabric covered couches.

The whole place is so warm and inviting, even with the occasional computer monitor thrown into the mix. It smells like him as well. Sweet but fresh.

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