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But just for now, she wanted him there. Alina tugged at Threxin’s heavy hand. “Please.”
Threxin frowned as he looked down at her hands curled around his wrist. He was going to say no. He was going to leave and she was going to be mortified about thinking he’d ever want to stay. God, he couldn’t even fit in her tiny bed.
And why would he even try? Last time he was there, it’d been after a nearly fatal stabbing. The place must not exactly bring great memories. Alina opened her mouth to tell him toforget it, but before she could speak he extricated his wrist from her hold, climbed over to the side closest to the wall, and squeezed himself in by her side.
Hesitantly hopeful, Alina began to make more room for him. Instead, Threxin threw one heavy arm over her waist, shoved the other beneath her, and pulled her back against him so hard that it punched the air from her lungs.
When the cabin lights faded, they were plunged into what would’ve been darkness had his apertures not been casting an ephemeral blue glow. There was something comforting about it.
A nightlight,Alina thought with some amusement as she closed her eyes, settling against him. She wondered how long he’d be able to tolerate such a tight squeeze before extracting himself and going back to the luxury of his own cabins.
“Are your feet dangling too much?” she whispered.
“No.” His answer vibrated against her back.
“Don’t you think your arm will go numb like that?”
“No.”
“You know, if you get uncomfortable, you can feel free to push me over. I really don’t mind, and?—”
“Shut up, Alina Argoud,” he said flatly, giving her body another pointed squeeze.
Okay.
CHAPTER 37
THREXIN
He woke with his face in the familiar scent of Alina Argoud’s hair nearly one ship week sinceColossal’sjump—the humans counted those in batches of seven days. He was late. Twice hisColossalhad notified him that Renza had come to see him in his quarters, and Threxin did not want to ignore his brother a third time, for something told him Renza would know where to look.
Alina’s head rested at the flat plane between his chest and shoulder, shifting with his breathing. Her palms were curled at his side, beneath her chin. The soft length of her was pressed flat against him. She had a leg tucked up and between both of his, foot nestled underneath his calf. Alina moved her chin up and down a little in a nestling motion as he squeezed the arm he had wrapped beneath her shoulder and over her waist, pulling her closer against him.
For the first time since arriving on hisColossal, Threxin had slept like a rock of unmined hak. His Alina moved too much in her sleep, kicking a foot out here and there, but even that did not manage to disrupt his rest. When she flayed about too much, he simply took her and kept her still against him and she settled down eventually.
“Morning.” Her voice was muffled behind her fingers, which she had brought to her mouth for some reason.
Threxin responded with a low hum, hand moving instinctively to stroke at the dip of her waist. She blinked at the wall against which he was squeezed. “Maybe we should’ve slept in your bed, where there’s more space.”
“No,” he said quickly.
“Oh. Okay.”
She sounded chastised.
“I do not sleep well in my cabins,” he elaborated. “It is too big.”
“So you’re… not uncomfortable here?”
“The opposite,” he said, and enjoyed the way her body melted against him as she relaxed. Her skin was such an interesting texture beneath his thumb as he drew absent arcs in her waist. Uhyre were smooth like the plane of a stone, save for the crevices of their apertures. Alina Argoud’s skin had a certain resistance as he stroked it, manifested by the minuscule hairs and tiny pores. It used those to breathe and excrete fear and arousal.
Although her cunt… Shoq, that was where the arousal wasreallyexcreted. When he first felt her with his fingers, soaking wet inside, it was a revelation. Each taste of it made him want to sink into her all the more—see what she’d feel like clamped around his cock. And the way it clenched and sucked at his fingers as she came was unlike anything he’d felt before.
How could he ever give that up?
He was hardening and it was not the time. Threxin forced himself out of bed, peeling Alina Argoud off him reluctantly as he did so. He jerked his pants up over his hips. He saw the way her eyes followed the hard slopes of muscle leading beneath the clasps and the way her pupils grew slightly as she traced her gaze along his abdomen.
If he wanted to, he could fuck her, and he wouldn’t even have to force her into it.
