Chapter 12 Grtirr
“So Omnia Pictures, huh?” Chris leaned back in his seat, creases furrowing his brows.
We sat inside the transport in the vehicle lot of our hotel as Julie recounted her almost-kidnapping. It was cramped in here, but it was also one of the few places on the station where we knew we had true privacy.
I was still disappointed with myself for letting her come to harm at all. She should never have gotten into that position in the first place.
“I’m not one-hundred percent certain,” Julie said. “I only saw all of three letters, but he didn’t have an accent like everyone else. And he said he knew who I was since he saw me with the Kadrixans.”
Chris pressed his lips into a tight line. “I wish there were a way to know for sure. I don’t like being in the dark.”
“I can go see if anyone working for Omnia Pictures is suffering from a broken hand,” I suggested.
“You can, but I think it’s better if we keep a lower profile. Thanks for not killing the guy. That would’ve been bad.”
I grunted. Chris didn’t need to know just how close I’d been to doing just that.
If Julie hadn’t been there, and if I hadn’t heard the worry in her tone, that idiot would not still be breathing.
It was a good thing she’d been there to stop me.
We were on a mission, and we didn’t need more attention on us than we already had.
“I’ll send one of the humans to snoop around,” Chris said. “Charlene is pretty good at imitating the local accent.”
“If they suspect this is a meeting with Vossell Industries, they’d be scouting out the assembly halls,” Sergio said.
“They might already know and are trying to stop it.” Kat tapped her foot nervously. “You can’t be at the meeting if you’re locked up.”
“But I’m not crucial to the meeting,” Julie protested.
“They don’t know that,” Kat said. “Maybe they think you are. Nova Vita might not have the intelligence to know who is important and who is not. They’d recognize me because I was Councilor Dubois’s assistant, and they’ll recognize Chris because Nova Vita plastered his face everywhere, but I doubt they know who anyone else is. ”
“So how do we stop them from stopping the meeting?” Chris asked.
“We’ll need to beef up security.” Sergio rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Igor can join the security detail,” Annabel suggested.
“I know he’s supposed to guard the rest of us as we shop for things we need for Ellaston, but that can wait.
We still have tomorrow. You can station us around the assembly hall, and we can be extra ears and eyes. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”
And so it was decided we’d have one extra guard tomorrow and many more pairs of eyes and ears.
We returned to our room, and the moment we stepped inside, Julie disappeared into the facilities.
I went to Tatertot’s temporary cage to check up on her and found her already asleep, curled up in one of the clean cloths from my toolbox.
She’d done some remodeling and flipped over her food bowl.
She’d also torn the nutrition bar to shreds, but it didn’t look like she ate much of it.
We had another picky eater kukee, just like Vostak’s Hardtack.
The scent of nondescript fruits drifted out from the facilities, and I could tell from the humidity billowing out from the opening at the top of the frosted door that Julie was using the cleansing chamber.
The chamber had a clear door, and I could see her creamy skin through the steam and the frosted panels on the facility’s portal.
Fuck!
I knew I should look away, but couldn’t. Besides, there was no reason to deny myself the sight of my mate, not when her body was a temptation I couldn’t resist. The steam and the frosted panels did little to hide her shape.
I removed my pants and jacket, tossing them over a chair, and settled on the bed with only the thin sleeveless top I wore under it all.
The bed was large for a human, but still too small for me.
My feet would hang off the bottom edge if I were lying down, but it would do for the few days we were here. Any bed was better with my mate in it.
The only thing I regretted was not telling her sooner and enjoying our first nights together in my quarters back in the stronghold. It was so much more comfortable there.
Relaxed on the bed, I couldn’t help but watch my mate as she cleaned her body.
She had filled out over the last few years living at the stronghold. Her breasts were full but firm, and her hips rounded. Her hair was thicker too, now that she had enough protein and the right micronutrients in her diet.
My cock hardened at the sight of her. Without thinking, my fingers wrapped around my shaft before I could stop myself.
The weight of it in my hand was familiar, but the heat of my own touch was nothing compared to the thought of hers.
I closed my eyes, letting the image of her burn behind my lids.
In my mind, she wasn’t just standing in another room; she was here, straddling me, moving, her thighs bracketing my hips as she sank down onto me.
I imagined the way her breath would catch when I filled her, the way her nails would dig into my shoulders. The scent of her arousal would be thick in the air, musky and sweet, and I would taste it on her skin.
By the stars, I could smell it even now.
My hand moved faster, my grip tightening as I pictured her above me, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.
I could almost hear the wet sounds of our bodies meeting, the way her breath would quicken when I hit the right spot.
My balls drew up tight, tension building at the base of my spine.
I bit back a groan, my hips jerking as I spilled over my fingers, my cum splashing against my stomach.
It was the realization that the water had shut off and there was nothing but the sound of soft, feminine breathing that cut through the haze of my release. The scent of her lust was so thick in the air that it could not possibly have been in my imagination. My eyes snapped open.
Julie stood in the doorway, a small towel wrapped around her body.
Her hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed.
Droplets ran down her smooth skin. Her gaze was locked onto me, her lips parted just enough to let out a shaky breath.
Her hand was at her crotch, dipping into her folds.
She snatched her hand away the moment she realized I was watching.
The air between us was heavy with the weight of what had just happened.
Julie had been watching as I pleasured myself.
Not only had she not looked away, but her fingers had also played in her cream, filling the air with her unmistakable desire for me.
There was no denying her lust, and she didn’t try.
Instead, she licked her lips sensuously. In a voice that would’ve dropped me to my knees all over again if I hadn’t already been leaning back, she said, “You can use the shower now. It’s my turn to watch you and touch myself.”
Touch herself? I growled.
“You never need to touch yourself while I’m here. It is my job, my right, to take care of you in every way I can.” I was never so sure of my words.
I reached for her but she danced away, and I grabbed her towel instead, ripping it off her.
She continued skipping away, completely nude, her breasts and ass on display without a care in the world.
If she knew how fucking close I was to losing all control and tossing her on the bed and fucking her until her voice was hoarse from screaming, she wouldn’t be teasing me like this.
“Sure, take my towel. I’ll take yours.” Humor tinged her sultry voice. She grabbed the other towel, my towel, and started drying her hair with it, her back turned.
I pushed off the bed, careful not to soil the sheets, and walked stiffly into the facilities, my jaws still clenched.