"What's up?" he asked.
"I need your support on a concept I ran by the Chief today. I want to put together a specialized team to try to figure out what Tavel was using and why.”
"Sounds good. What do you need from me?"
"The okay to take Kade and put him on this. I'm calling in Dr. Guerin, who’s the only human specialist on alien genetics, and I think the two would be an excellent bridge."
"Yeah, Kade is good at soothing things over, no matter what the situation is. Consider it done."
"Thanks, Phe."
"Of course, honey." He gave her a gentle squeeze around her waist. "I hate to do this. But I need to finish off the paper work on my desk." She glanced over at the pile of folders and winced. Even with his ability to speed read that was a lot of work. Zasha stood with a groan.
"It's okay. I think I'll go get a snack before dinner."
"Thank you for the sneak attack."
"Anytime, gotta keep the spice now that we’re married." She walked toward the door.
"I don't think I'll ever have that problem with you. I look at you, and it's all I can do not to pull you down on the floor and have my way with you."
The words stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide. "You still feel that way?"
"I will forever feel that way." How does this man always manage to say exactly what I didn’t know I needed to hear?
"Maybe you should act on those thought sometime."
"I think I will." His gaze smoldered.
"I need to go before we end up back on that couch.”
"You're right. You do."
She opened the door and closed it behind her, giggling. Never in a million years would she imagine she'd be married to an Alien King and loving every minute. Even when they disagreed or fought she never doubted his love for her or his fidelity. It was amazing to see the phrase "sometimes the good can come out of the worse evil" in action, because without Tavel … none of this would ever have happened. It was mind blowing.
Chapter Eighteen
"I want to try something with you, but I need you to trust me," Rivka said. Her voice was breathy, and her eyes were glazed over with lust.
"Those are famous last words."
"I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"When you put it like that it's pretty much impossible to say no."
"Good." Her voice was a silky purr that sent blood rushing to his cock. "You like a bit of pain, right?"
"What's your definition of a bit?"
"Nails." She raked her fingernails over his chest. "Teeth." A gentle nip to his neck accompanied her words. He groaned. "A little something more." She trailed her fingertips down his arm, and he jerked away at the warmth she spread.
"W-what was that?" The sensation was on the border of burning. She blew onto the area, and he cried out at the tingling aftermath.
"A little Priestess magic. What feels good when being used to heal turns into a very different sensation when used for other things." She climbed into his lap on the couch "Will you let me show you?"
"Mhmm, yes."
She buried her hands in his hair. "You spoil me."