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A floating realization went by. Naked bodies. She was naked under a blanket of man…
“Yes, oh yes. Right there!” Hard to believe that throaty keen came from her.
He licked and suckled, lapping on her thick nubbin.
She clenched her thighs against his as her juices flowed from her sex. Her womb was empty, burning for fulfillment.
With a loud pop, her ultra-sensitive nipple was freed. “Where else, my libbu? Here?” Her other nipple received the same glorious attention from his expert mouth.
Wait, that raspy masculine voice didn’t belong to Sychar. It could only belong to...
Her eyes flew open. Instead of the platinum hair and brilliant turquoise eyes of her obsession, it was Zamush. The man with hair so dark, blue highlights in his prominent widow’s peak reflected in the low light as his head lifted.
His gaze was intense, the dual color of his eyes mere slivers around his dilated pupils. The shoulder length of his midnight tresses curtained them on a private island.
“You-why-what?” Her neck and face heated for a different reason. Even her ears burned. “Why are you here?”
“I should ask you that.” His smooth smile matched the heavy-lidded perusal. He drew close enough to plant light kisses over the side of her face. “I didn’t instigate this Dreamwalk. You did.”
Her head was held between his large hands as his gaze settled on her swollen lips. When she swiped her tongue across them, he hissed.
The heat in her face increased. “I didn’t mean…” She swallowed the next words. No way would she admit she meant to be with Sychar, not him. Was there something wrong with her that made her respond to any man handy? No, wait. That didn’t feel right. She shuddered.
Her slight trembling rubbed their slick skin together, hardening her nipples as if they whined about his missing touch. Her squirms increased as his hard-as-steel erection prodded the top of her weeping sex.
His left eyebrow rose. “You didn’t mean what? This?” His eyes flared, the dual colors deepening as he kept them locked on hers. His full lips covered one of her taut peaks.
She hissed in a breath as his talented tongue attacked, creating a tsunami within her. Her pussy pulsated as slick cream of need dampened her thighs, causing her toes to curl.
Barely a whisper from her straining flesh, he murmured, “I’m addicted to your taste.”
She shook her head. No, no, he wasn’t. He couldn’t say things like that. She was meant for Sychar, not this wild, unpredictable man. She shoved his firm chest with her open palms. Concentrating with a scrunched face, she saved herself by jumping out of the Dreamwalk.
The next morning, Jelena was on a mission. Not sure how he did it, but she was convinced Zamush took over her Dreamwalk and stopped her from connecting with Sychar. Who in the hell did he think he was, sticking his nose into her business?
With determined strides, she stomped to the nearest Transkip to take her to the large hanger where they’d moved the spaceship Nergal. Her stomach growled as a rush of lightheadedness made her woozy. Shit, she didn’t have time to worry about food or the rising demand for blood. First things first. Find Zamush and put him in his place. If that man thought for one minute...
Entering the hanger, she spared a quick glance at the quarter-moon-shaped spaceship and focused on the small group standing at its main entrance. She spied Zamush’s tall form among them.
He stood with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed, as if he was trying to understand what Qhasheik said to Katsuki.
She recognized that look from Katsuki. She directed it at Jelena often enough. Thank the Goddess that glare wasn’t aimed at her.
He must have spouted some ridiculous scheme that he was getting in trouble for.
Standing next to Qhasheik were Abiditan and his brother Warad-Mushtal. The two of them were having their own discussion.
As she got near, she caught the end of their conversation.
“... you can’t afford to be gone. Only you can coordinate both teams to make sure everything runs smoothly.” That came from Abiditan as he grasped his brother’s forearm.
Ignoring them, Jelena stood next to Zamush as Qhasheik finished whatever he was arguing about.
“... can’t stop me.”
Oh, boy. That can’t be good. Stop him from what? No telling what caused that mulish expression on his face. Nothing would stop the stubborn ass now. She shook her head. Not her circus, not her monkey. Whatever argument her two mentors were having, she knew better than to get in the middle of it. Besides, she had her own agenda this morning.
“Can I talk to you?” Jelena made sure she crammed a firm tone into her voice. She was in no mood to let him argue with her.
