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Sten made no attempt to help. He stayed where he was, watching me pick everything up.

“You could at least pretend not to look so pleased with yourself.”

“I am pleased with myself. And I’m enjoying the view. Your breasts wobble delightfully when you bend down.”

“They don’t wobble.”

He smiled, showing the tips of his fangs. My body reacted immediately, which was ridiculous after everything we had done this morning.

I found clean clothes in my suitcase and carried them into the bathroom. Sten’s tail caught my ankle before I could close the door.

“What?”

“Will you be long?”

“Five minutes. Your fingers aren’t turning to stone. Are they?”

“No. But I prefer you closer.”

There it was again. That little reminder that however good this morning had been, neither of us knew what would happen when I went back to work.

“I need to shower.”

His tail loosened. “I could join you.”

“The shower is barely big enough for me. But if it makes it better, the one I have at home will fit both of us. As long as you don’t extend your wings. To be fair, my flat isn’t made for wings. It’s not very big.”

“We shall manage.”

He sounded so sure. I wished I could have had his confidence. And was he really moving in with me? I’d only just met him yesterday. It felt like longer. I didn’t know as much about him as I wanted to, but I felt like I knew him, somehow, deep inside. I was good at reading people. And our bond only made it easier.

“Enjoy your shower,” he said with a smile and leaned back, his gorgeous body on full display. His cock was semi-erect, huge and alien. Had that really fit into me? I was still deliciously sore.

I closed the door with a smile.

Pam arrived while we were having a late lunch; leftovers from last night’s huge meal. Joseph carried a large black case into the lodge and set it on the floor before retreating to the kitchen, where Georgie was making tea.

Sten eyed the case. “What is in there?”

“Your camouflage suit,” Pam said. “Unless you want to be photographed by half of Glasgow.”

“I do not.”

“Good. Try it on. It’s Albyan technology but it worked well for Cairn. He protested a lot but it’s necessary.”

Pam opened the case and lifted out a bundle of thin black fabric. It looked far too small for Sten. It would have been tight on me, and I didn’t have wings, horns or a tail to squeeze inside it.

He poked the fabric with one finger. “No.”

Pam rolled her eyes. “Are all gharrgoils like this?”

“You said you’d wear it when necessary,” I reminded him. “This is necessary.”

“I did not expect it to look like that.”

“What did you expect?”

“Armour.”