Though I grunted in surprise when Phila gripped my dark hair and yanked my face away from Killeg’s. In my lust filled haze, I blinked. “What-”
Phila stopped my words as he bit my lower lip.
Oh, Mother Joyal.
I moaned as he laved over my lip with his slick tongue…before his mouth devoured mine.
I had to be in some kind of paradise, not a demented alien planet. Nothing was supposed to feel this good. It really wasn’t. There was no way…and it was. I arched up against Phila and ran my fingers through his silken long hair.
More. I needed more of them.
Then they were gone. Literally. Both gone from the bed. Only a breeze left to indicate they had been there in the first place.
I shook my head rapidly. It was so damn hard to focus. But I spotted them across the room by the door leading out of their quarters. Huh?
Phila ran a hand through his long hair, his chest still heaving. His tone was the glorified growl of a man left wanting. “Not yet, Braita. You haven’t decided yet about your Vaq.”
With that, Killeg opened the door. He wasn’t in any better shape, his cheeks flushed with color as his eyes bore into mine. “We’ll sleep on the couch today.”
They both exited the room…leaving me more confused than I had ever been.
‘Awkward’ didn’t even begin to explain how I felt leaving their room the next evening for breakfast. My palms were damp, and my cheeks burned fiercely. Everyone was in the kitchen while Jax cooked us breakfast, and they only person I even dared to glance at was Stiller.
That was the wrong move. Too late I had forgotten the Mian had supreme hearing. By the way he was silently evaluating me, and his Plumas, he had heard everything. By a small blessing, he said nothing to me as he sipped on his water, just continuing to watch me silently.
Jax hadn’t even peered at me yet. He pointed absently with a spatula toward the far white cabinet. “Braita, can you get two plates. Our eggs are almost done.”
Moving on auto-pilot, I did as he asked.I was surprised when I started to walk behind him and he slipped a small piece of paper into my left hand. Keeping my head down, I didn’t alter my course to where the utensils were. Discreetly as I opened the small drawer, I tucked the paper into the sweatpants of Killeg’s I was wearing.
Jax and I finished serving up our breakfast and sat at the counter while the Plumas sipped on coffee, completely ignoring me, as they started up a conversation with Stiller. I had no sooner breathed a small sigh of relief when Phila glanced in our direction, and asked evenly, “Braita, would you like to stop by the Lavano’s lair where you hid your rings before we depart for Center?”
I choked on the large mouthful of pancake. Coughing, I grabbed Stiller’s water bottle off the counter and started chugging it. Eyes wide, my gaze caught on Phila’s. “How did you know?” It came out a garbled sputter, but he understood me.
He snorted softly, no indication in his gaze of what happened the day before between us. There was only a steady calculation in his regard as he watched me wipe my mouth off with my sleeve. “As Stiller has stated twice already, you are a dreadful liar.” His head teetered in thought. “Plus, you reeked of a Lavano when we first captured you.”
Killeg chuckled softly, but he kept quiet. Just…watching me.
I found the willpower to glare. “No, I don’t want to stop before we go to Center.” I was not about to allow just anyone to have rings that could indicate my emotions and track me down like an animal. “When will we be going to Center?”
Killeg answered calmly, “With no stops, we will land there near midnight.”
Instantly irritated, I raised one brow. “Then my Vaq know you are bringing me to them?”
“Yes, we contacted them an hour ago.”
“Lovely,” I growled. I was no longer nervous. Instead, I was just irritated at the Plumas staring at me with unwavering perseverance. “This is not what I want.”
Killeg shrugged one shoulder. Took another sip of his coffee. “The three of you need to figure your shit out.”
Ah…and there was the look I had feared. Possessiveness creeping beneath his lashes.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” I mumbled quickly. Tossing my fork down, I stood and headed straight for their bedroom. “No one come in here, please. I’ll be taking a shower.”
Swiftly shutting the door, I exhaled heavily. A few times. Shoving myself even farther away from the Plumas who had lit a fire within me that I didn’t even know existed, I stalked into the bathroom. Towel in hand, I started the shower. It was when I was undressing that the note Jax had given me fluttered to the white tiling. Feeling guilty for forgetting about it, I quickly picked it up and viewed its contents.
It read: I wasn’t sent to Triaz for the reasons you think. If you wish to escape, be ready.
I stared as I froze in place.
I read it again. And again.
I had no clue what he meant…but I knew that, yes, I would be ready.