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“I could eat more,” she chuckled, moving onto the next platter. “I don’t know what your females tend to like, but us human females like to eat. And I definitely haven’t been getting enough, so I’m totally taking advantage of this.”
Rane frowned, confused. But it only lasted a moment before he understood.
Drevor was like the one in charge of her meals – his mother certainly wouldn’t do it, nor would Orza or Kirs. His mother’s assistant was an attentive male who would have served her food suitable for a female.
A telfay female. And telfay females ate considerably less than their male counterparts. But, perhaps, not enough to feed a more curvy, thicker human female.
In the wake of his understanding, he grabbed his own plate and began piling food on it. Not so much for himself, but for her.
If she was really starving, he wanted to feed her.
Plates loaded with food, they made their way to the simple lifts in the back that carried people up to the second story. All they had to do was step onto one and it brought them up
Below, Orza and Kirs were already following after. Drevor had found a place to sit near the exit – so he could see them leaving but didn’t have to follow them around. Sandy gave none of them any mind as she led Rane off the lift and through the tables that took up most of the second-floor balcony.
He didn’t know what she was looking for – and she certainly didn’t either since she had never been here before. But that didn’t really matter, because her free hand was holding his again and her grip was soft and warm. Tender. He never wanted her to let go. He wanted to pull her into an embrace and feel her again. Properly this time. He wanted to kiss her and find out if that was as wonderful as her hugs.
He wanted to put his teeth right there at the juncture of her neck and bite down.
Ice washed through his veins as he realized what he had just been thinking.
No. He couldn’t mark her. He couldn’t taste her blood. If he did that, he’d just be sealing the bond between them. Something he absolutely couldn’t afford to do. Not if he wanted to keep the chance to get her out of here.
While he was grappling with that panic, Sandy found what she was looking for.
There were doors leading to open balconies on the second floor. They looked out over the whole stadium – which was still lit up. This club was open even during the game, so people could gather there and look down on the sphere.
The balconies were mostly empty now, however, as the game was over, and everyone had gone inside to party with the players. A few people gave Rane and Sandy interested or confused looks as they passed, but no one stopped them as she picked one of the far balconies and led him outside, closing the door behind them in a way that clearly meant to give them privacy.
Rane watched her. Fascinated by this strong little female who let no one intimidate her, as she walked to the edge and sat on one of the cushioned seats beside the railing. She did it so gracefully, so elegantly, that he was entranced by the way she lifted her legs and curled them up beside her on the cushion.
She immediately grabbed one of the leaf wraps and took a big, healthy bite. The moan that left her mouth as she chewed was dangerous and he shivering. Wanting, needing, to hear it again.
He stood there staring as she quickly finished the entire wrap before noticing he’d come no closer. She grinned, still chewing, and waved him over.
He followed, plopping down next to her, setting his plate of foot on the little table in front of them. He didn’t really care about the food or the sphere. This was his home stadium; he saw it all the time. He’d had this same meal dozens of times. But he didn’t think he’d ever get a chance to meet another female as perfect, as powerful, as this one.
“Do you need more food?” He asked, suddenly desperate to do something for her. To prove, in any small way, that he wasn’t as terrible as everyone made him out to be.
“I’m alright,” she said, disappointing him as she took another wrap.
But the feeling was gone quickly as he focused on her. “You, er, you didn’t pick that dress, did you?”
She chuckled, running her hand down her own leg, making him envious of both her beautiful fingers and luscious thigh. “Is it that obvious?”
“I recognize my mother’s stylist is all. You look good,” he assured her. “Beautiful. Sorry. I meant to say you look b-… You are…beautiful.”
She was covering her laugh as he stammered, feeling suddenly completely stupid.
“Thank you,” she said, leaning her arm against the railing. “But I’m not really a fan. This dress is… well, it’s a bit too similar to what I usually wear, and I’m trying to branch out, you know?”
Rane looked down again. He couldn’t remember her wearing anything like that. It was telfay in style, and much tighter than her usual garments. Not that he was complaining, but-
“What don’t you like about it?”
She hummed thoughtfully. “I guess, if I had to say, I kind of want it to be more colorful.”
Her cheeks were pink now. Fascinating him into leaning in closer. They only got brighter when she noticed. What was that?
