“It’s real,” I murmured, pausing momentarily to place a hand on his cheek. “I’m real.”
“Oh, bless the Stars!” he shouted as I slammed down onto his shaft.
“Bless the Stars, indeed!”
He reached for my bouncing breasts and massaged them, taking care not to accidentally scratch me with his talons. Pinching my hardened nipples, he rolled them between his fingers as I rocked his entire shaft inside me.
I was missing something, and he knew it.
Qran released my nipples and grabbed my ass cheeks, bucking as he ground his hips against mine.
I fell forward, my chest hitting his while my hardened nipples dragged against his soft, downy feathers, eliciting a sensation I had never felt before.
I couldn’t stop moaning as he plowed his hard cock into me, dragging my breasts along his chest.
My release began bubbling within me, tensing my pussy’s walls and gripping him tighter. I could feel his cock rub my most sensitive spot, making me claw at his chest.
Screaming, I climaxed, feeling a burst of energy shoot through my body.
Grabbing my ass harder, he rammed me faster and deeper, extending my blinding climax as he chased his own. The feeling was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
“B,” he moaned.
“Qran,” I gasped.
“Thank you.”
He yanked me down one more time and stilled.
I could feel his cock thicken, and then hot liquid burned me from within as his body spasmed beneath me.
Losing awareness of everything except the sensation of his arms around me, I snuggled into him. I lazily traced his soft, downy feathers until darkness took me.
Eight
Bryeca
Warmth radiated beneath me while something fuzzy tickled my nose.
Breathing in sharply turned out to be a mistake, as I sneezed loudly.
I jerked awake, and the warm body beneath me bolted upright.
“What happened?” Qran asked, grabbing my waist as he stared at me, confused. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I yawned. “Are you?”
He cocked his head to the side. His golden beak shimmered in the room’s simulated morning lighting.
It was about the size of a demi-human’s nose and possessed the same sensory capabilities. I thought the beak made him look handsome. I preferred it to my own nose; it was sturdier and harder to break.
“Did we really have sex last night?” he asked, sounding dazed.
“You’re in my bed, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I want to make sure I’m not dreaming.” He combed my hair back with his talons. “That you are real.”
Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes, enjoying the stroking sensation. He knew I loved it when he pet my hair. His caresses felt as intimate as sex but sweeter.
“If you keep doing that, I may think I’m the one dreaming, Qran.”
He stilled, his hand pausing mid-comb. “I can’t have that.”
Snapping open my eyes, I glared at the teasing male.
His pale-green eyes were full of mirth as he laughed, filling the room with happy chimes. I hadn’t seen him laugh in a while.
I stared at him, stunned.
What had happened to the melancholy male from yesterday?
"Why are you so . . . happy?"
Releasing his hold on my hair, Qran laced his fingers at the back of his head and sent me the broadest smile I'd ever seen.
"It's been a dream of mine to wake up beside you," he said sheepishly. "Usually, we only get together in passing between missions, and we never have time to just wake up naturally. This was nice."
"Yes, it was."
Suddenly, my wristband chimed loudly. Only one person contacted me that way: Z.
Cursing, I leaned over Qran and grabbed the offending device, snapping it onto my wrist before activating the display.
Z's face appeared with a seemingly neutral expression, giving me no indication of why he had called.
Bringing my chin to my chest, I performed the best bow that I could manage while in bed.
He lifted an eyebrow. "Judging by Q’s recent proof of innocence and your state of undress, Q must be in your room."
"Underneath her, Sire," Qran replied.
"Qran!" I hissed, glaring at the male as I smacked his chest.
"What? I wasn't going to start my first day of freedom wrong by lying to my Sovereign."
Z smirked. "You two never change."
"On the contrary, Sire. I typically change—"
"Qran, not now," I hissed, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks.
"What?" he replied, utterly oblivious to my flustered state. Or perhaps he knew what he was doing and hoped that I would take my irritation out on him later.
"I was going to brief you on Oeta's report and speak with you—alone—about your goals before I send you off on your next mission.”
"To find Selena? And maybe even Kaede, Sire?"
"Precisely, Agent Bryeca."
"Could you give me some time to freshen up and get presentable for you?"
His gaze flicked to the blue fuzz of Q's chest, and he sighed.
"Yes, Agent Bryeca. You have three hours to report back. Now that Qraniebi's innocence is proven, I no longer require you on Destima."
"Understood," I replied, bowing my head.
He nodded and disconnected. The Aldawi symbol welcomed me on my interface.
Snapping my wristband's screen down, I detached the device and tossed it onto my bed beside me.
Growling, I shoved the smirking male beneath me. "What was that for?"
He shrugged and looked away. "Z already knew about our relationship in the past, and I didn't see any harm in letting him know how well we get along now."
"I'll show you how well we get along when I drop your ishing frax off at the Quaww border. "
His pale-green eyes hardened. "You wouldn't dare."
"Is that a challenge?"
He pursed his lips, glaring at me. "No, but I believe your threat was uncalled for—"
"And I feel the same about you embarrassing me during my conversation with Z!"
"It won't happen again," he muttered, looking away. "At least, I will try not to let it happen again. We both know that Z likes to hail us without warning.”
“But that doesn’t mean that you should rub in the fact that we had sex!” I hissed and stood up, not caring about my nakedness.
“B, please don’t be this way,” he sighed.
