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Dangerous beast. I must back away.
This wasn’t a sink to wash my hands, but it would do. I dipped my hand in, moaning at how perfect the temperature was. The water had an odd silkiness to it, but it didn’t burn my skin or make me itch so far.
Perhaps it would be okay to use it for bathing. Hopefully, the water I drank last night came from a different—and colorless—source. If only there was a way to find out. Too many questions bubbled across my tongue. I wanted to shout them out, but Aizor wouldn’t understand.
Without further ado, Aizor untied his loincloth, tossed it aside, and climbed over the side, settling in the pool. He sent me a grin that made my insides heat up and tapped the water with his palm, muttering a string of words I couldn’t follow.
I understood his seductive tone very well.
Take off your clothing, pretty mate, and join me.
Chapter 10
Aizor
My mate frowned and started to chatter. I didn’t understand a word she said, but her tone could not be mistaken.
She was irritated with me. How was that possible? The sun shone outside, we’d exchanged some words in our languages, and we’d soon fill our bellies with wonderful food. For now, she was being invited to bathe with her mate in the soothing waters brought forth by our gods. What could be better than this?
Her lips compressed, and she linked her arms across her chest. I’d already noted that she had two breasts instead of four. I savored the unusual and glorious differences between our species.
“Come into the water. Wash. You’ll feel happier,” I purred. The water contained properties that relaxed both the body and mind. Surely, she’d appreciate this as much as my people.
She continued to scowl. I’d already seen my mate could be . . . surly. Perhaps once she’d had multiple amazing orgasms, she’d feel better.
I expected her to pivot and stride away, but she surprised me, stepping into the pool—fully clothed.
“You don’t need to wash your clothing,” I said as she dropped onto a seat opposite mine. “While we share tasks in my clan, our gods take care of most.” Once she felt settled, she’d take her turn with the tasks our gods ignored, just like we all did.
She gasped and dipped her hand into the water, lifting it and frowning down at it while rubbing the pads of her fingers together. Her burst of excited sounds echoed around us, drawing the attention of those nearby. They smiled. A few sent me approving looks. Then they all returned to their bathing or conversation.
The pools were a place we came to not only to get clean but to allow the emollient in the water to relax us. It made a few of us feel giddy.
And as some also knew, it could prove arousing.
Shooting me a grin, she sloshed around in the water, rubbing her arms and sighing. While her hands continued down her front and even across her back where she could reach, I leaned against the wall of the pool, spreading my arms across the top to watch.
She paused and lifted her arm, displaying our mating mark. But no matter how hard she rubbed it; it wouldn’t come off.
“Why do you wish to remove it?” I asked, but she only huffed and grumbled.
Yes, surly.
With a sigh, she returned to cleansing her body.
I enjoyed watching her stroke herself, though I’d prefer to do it for her. My largest cock thought so too, thrusting against my abs in growing excitement.
She continued gliding her hands all over her body while spilling joyful-sounding words from her mouth. After releasing her hair from the tight, spiraling band it had been secured in, she ducked below the surface, getting it wet. When she rose again, it hung in dark tendrils around her shoulders. She rubbed it, which wasn’t as stimulating as watching her stroke her dual breasts, but she was enjoying this so much, I could do nothing but grin.
Waving around and splashing at the water, she continued to talk. If only I could understand what she said outside of our home.
I eased around the pool to sit closer to her.
She edged away from me, giving me a stern look and releasing words that made it clearshecould touch her body, but I could not.
My heart spasmed to think she didn’t want to be near me, to touch me. But pushing her didn’t appear to be helping. Perhaps if I treated her as a friend for now, she’d soften to me.
While I’d promised to ask the gods about sending her back to her world, that didn’t mean I wanted her to leave. I’d do all I could to convince her she belonged here with me.
