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Lindsey runs her hands up and down my back, although she unlocks her ankles and lets her legs drop. Tremors still ripple through her cunt, and I jerk at the sensation. Small amounts of seed spill from my cock.

I sweep the damp hair off her forehead and kiss it. Carefully, I withdraw and roll to the side, bringing her with me. She snuggles against my chest, and her warm breath fans my flesh. While I am sated for the moment, my fever still burns through me, but at a simmer as opposed to an inferno.

“It feels weird to say thank you,” Lindsey murmurs as she strokes me in a small circular motion.

“We are mates. You have no need to thank me for providing you the pleasure that is my honor and greatest desire to provide. Besides, perhaps it is I who should be thanking you.”

She giggles. “Maybe you can thank me the next time.”

“Then it may be best if you rested, because if I have anything to say about it, next time will be soon.”

Lindsey raises her head. “Promise?”

My cock jerks at the suggestive way in which she asks. “Very soon.”

“Good.” She presses her cheek once more to my chest, and I lie there and count the ticks until we can mate once again.

Chapter 20

Lindsey

I stretch and wince at how tender I am. Not that my lady parts hurt per se, but it’s been a long time since I last had sex, and Bannik is not small by any means. I throw my arm over my eyes and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face despite the twinge—and residual stickiness between my thighs even after my mate cleaned up both of us. One of the many times he had done that, but only after he’d pushed his come back inside me with his fingers. A tremor of arousal rushes through me. Who’d have thought I’d find that sexy?

The scent of some kind of meat filters through the door of my bedroom. My stomach suddenly growls, reminding me I haven’t eaten since Bannik fed me sometime late afternoon—or maybe early evening—yesterday, and I probably burned a lot of calories during the sex marathon. I giggle at the visual.

After throwing back the blankets, I slip on my robe and walk out into the main living area. Standing in front of the flat cooking surface I’ve used only a handful of times is my mate. He’swearing nothing but a pair of low-slung pants. Even his feet are bare. The fact that it looks like he’s cooking makes him sexier.

I take a moment to study Bannik since he doesn’t appear to have noticed me yet. To think all those muscles were hidden beneath this guard’s uniform. Well, not hidden, but somewhat cloaked. Now, they’re on full display, and all I can think about is the way they felt beneath my fingertips. The power he wielded while he brought me to multiple orgasms and yet the gentle way he held me through them.

Bannik’s hair is a wild tangle from my fingers running through it, and his shorn horns are just barely visible from the back. They’re longer than Horek’s and Alik’s but way shorter than Janik’s, whose are grown out completely and spiral.

He stiffens, and only when he glances over his shoulder and our eyes meet does he relax. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Not at all.” I close the distance between us with a shake of my head and don’t stop until my arm brushes up against his. To my surprise, I’m not as self-conscious as I expected to be, considering Bannik was literally inside me only a few short hours ago.

To my delight, he leans down and kisses me sweetly. “I thought you might be hungry. There are fresh lulesh berries in the cooling unit, soft bread in the warming unit, and I am making a special tannek dish I hope you will enjoy.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you. It smells delicious. Can I help with anything?”

“I requested a pitcher of plyka from the chef. It, too, is in the cooling unit if you would like to pour each of us a glass.”

“That, I can do.” From the cupboard, I get two ceramic cups and then grab the fruity alcoholic beverage. Once both cups are full, I put the pitcher back and pass Bannik his while he continues stirring the meat dish that appears to be almost done.

“I never had alcohol before coming to Bohna.” While I haven’t drunk a lot since arriving here, I’ve imbibed a few times with my friends.

He glances at me in surprise. “Really?”

“It’s not something we can afford in the bottom tier. Plus, the only alcohol available to us was the stuff that had been illegally brewed, and not many people wanted to get caught trying to procure it.”

“The more I hear of this bottom tier, the more I wish I could go to your Earth and destroy any of those people who hurt you.”

I rise up and kiss Bannik’s cheek. “While I appreciate the violent imagery, Earth is my past. Everything I have ever wanted is right here.”

He turns to me with a brow raise. “Everything?”

“Everything.” I kiss him again, but this time, it’s our lips that meet.

Unlike the ones from last night, this is sweet. Soft. I lower myself but stay at his side, even as he returns to stirring the meat on the stove. Before long, the food is ready and he’s plating it for us. He carries them out to the living area, while I bring the drinks. We eat together in a comfortable silence broken only by the sounds of our breathing and the occasional sips of plyka we drink.