Virilian Mail Order Mates: The Complete Series

Chapter 9

NINE

Virak stood there, panting, aching, needing. His body hummed and thrummed where Jessa had not touched him. He was more spent than training had ever left him. His cock was so hard, he worried for the first time since his adolescence about spilling his seed in his pants.

He opened his eyes to see Jessa running away from him. Her lovely ass swayed with the fall of her hair. He wanted to go after her. He just wanted.

She had kept her word and hadn’t touched him.

A stirring of hope warmed his knotted belly. A thought occurred to him—an idea for a gift that might bring a smile to Jessa’s lips. He strode from the training room, abandoning the bot, and his blades, and a portion of the burden he had carried for so long.