“You can’t blame—”
“I know,” Kriss said curtly. His shoulders drooped, and he swept Jago’s hands off his shoulders. “I know.” His tone softened. “What do you think it means?”
Jago washed his hands under a flow of water. He had yet to spill. Shayla was waiting for them, probably in a state of confusion. “I guess it means this love thing is working.”
“I value her more than my queen?” Kriss’s troubled voice was stretched thin.
Jago couldn’t possibly know the answer to that question. “I will fill the vessel,” Jago reassured him.
“But only you? This is sacrilege, is it not?”
“It is... awkward.” Jago’s cock twitched, the balls ached. He wanted to be back inside her, feeling his way to the end. This could have easily happened to him. “I nearly... It’s not just you.”
“We will have to give her up, won’t we?” The color drained from Kriss’s face.
“Why?”
“The sensors.” Kriss pointed to the far wall. On the other side, the panel would have recorded their physical responses, heartrate, and body temperature. It would know he had achieved his orgasm.
“It knows you spilt, but not where,” Jago said.
Kriss paced, taking his time to calm down. Jago let him—Kriss had to think things through.
“Take a shower. I’ve got to...” Jago jabbed his thumb over his shoulder.
“Sure...” Kriss switched on the shower.
Jago left the bathroom.
Shayla was kneeling on a cushion, her skin was pink and glowing, her eyes watery. She’d been crying.
“It’s my fault, isn’t it,” she said, hurrying to Jago’s side. “I should say something—”
“No. Don’t. It’s not your fault. He needs to cool down.” Jago tilted her pretty face up and brushed the rogue locks of hair out of her eyes.
Beautiful, and crushingly so with her pale pupils and long eyelashes. He settled his lips on hers and treated her to a lengthy kiss. She relaxed in his arms, allowing him to walk her back to the cushions.
“Just your mouth,” he said and nudged her down by his feet.
If she sucked him, he might be able to control where he delivered it. He grabbed the vessel, making sure it was close by. She toyed with him, licking and tickling his balls. Slowly, she inched her tongue along his erection, following the purple lines, until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She gulped down air and sucked hard.
His balls tightened. The rush of adrenaline stoked him into action. Stepping back, he aimed for the vessel and a fountain shot out into the base of it. Somehow, he managed to fill it on his own. With luck, nobody would notice it was just his.
Shayla flopped into the cushions, exhausted by the hours of sex. Placing the vessel to one side, he lay next to her, keeping her in his arms. The bathroom door open and out of it emerged Kriss.
Jago scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide open with surprise. “How?”
“I don’t know,” Kriss said, staring down. “It just bounced back up.”
“Amazing. A miracle.”
Shayla stirred. “Kriss... I’m sor—” The word ended abruptly. She licked her lips. “That is pretty impressive.”
Jago laughed. “I think Kriss is wanting more action.”
His nestor sauntered forward, the confidence back, the eagerness obvious. “Sure. This time, I’m going to make it count.”
Jago left them to it. He spent a while under the shower, enjoying the temperature of the water as he lowered it incrementally. The coolness helped. Kriss wasn’t alone in discovering something miraculous. Jago was damn sure if he’d had the opportunity, he could have gone again, and maybe a third time.