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Oh, the electrical impulses that fired from the Fel’da’s
scalp down along his spine until he couldn’t help but lean his head in a manner
so that Axel might be able to do more of that sweet seductive massaging. It was
like a feline arching its back toward scratching fingers of its humanoid
master. Moreover, how very much like a feline Blake could be under the skillful
touch of his mate. Purring included as he leaned more and more into Axel’s warm
alluring and iniquitously appealing frame. “You are so devilishly wicked, Axel Arceneau.”
Blake muttered with depended tone as pleasure was saturating his vocal cords.
forever or as close to it as we can get.” Those orbs that seemed to have
captured an electrical storm within their depth peered back as his mind raced
with hope as to what these words were leading to. “Axel, my dearest love. There has been a subject I wish
to cover with you and yet I know how careful you are with the topic I’m about
to bring up. I’ve always wondered might you ever entertain the possibility of
us fully uniting?” There he had finally managed to do it, well as
well as he could with so many ears around at the event.
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Blake’s skin was crawling with an aching feeling, not one of
sickness or pain but of needful pleasure. Why couldn’t they slip off to a room
or a nearby hotel for the night and enjoy one another’s company? Even if he did
feel like a swollen blimp that had no right to be looked at the way Axel always
seemed to look at him. “I would be a fool if I did so. Especially after how
long it took for me to complain about not having your touch.” Yes too long and
now Blake never wanted to go that long ever again.
As the sound of a man with a weight upon his shoulders
fluttered over Blake’s ear and skin, a shiver raked over his nerves but also a
hidden fear that Axel would now change his mind about the whole relationship
between the Fel’da and himself. In fact that fear was now once more alight in
Blake’s eyes as he turned himself around a little bit so he might look into
Axel’s hauntingly beastly gaze. A gaze that normally he loved having fall upon
him. “I know the pros and cons to what I ask, Axel. You should know by now how
careful I am when it comes to details of things. I would not ask this if I didn’t
want to be with you in every form possible.” Was there another reason he feared
“Is there another reason you fear my request, my dear?” Then
a thought accord to Blake about what might have painted a fear in the heart of
his Chume’da and so the Fel’da moved off of his lap. Standing a hand was
presented to the Crowned Prince of the Consortium, as a smile was there upon
Blake’s lips. “Come let’s head back to the room, we can discuss things there.
Besides there are things I’d like to do that shouldn’t be done in public unless
you want the reporters to get a new kind of scoop on the Crown Prince.” Leading
Axel to a vehicle that had been waiting for them, the two were then driven to
the hotel that Blake had rented a suite in for the night as he had been sure
that Axel would end up purchasing him.
Once inside the room, Blake moved to a chair and sat down.
Not because he was trying to be rude or anything it was just his ankles and
lower back were killing him at this point. Trying to bend over to remove his
shoes was now proving to be even more difficult with the watermelon attached to
his otherwise trimmed waist line. And so with a puppy dog look he whimpered
toward Axel as he held one foot up. “Care to help a helpless Ston?”
Blake curled his foot around in a teasing manner, even began
to playfully nibble upon the bottom lip as electrical orbs peered back at his
beloved. “You are truly a
treasure, my dear Chume’da.” He was now smirking at Axel as he
used the old term of endearment that had once been his way of saying he loved
the man that was standing before him. A way that made sure neither of them got
in trouble with their society’s stupid rules and laws.
Blake’s head leaned back against the chair’s back, eyes
closing as he thought about that loaded question. Had he been brave enough to
mention the thing before learning he was pregnant with their first child, or
what Blake hoped would be their first of a few, he would have said right then.
Maybe a little lovely passionate loving to be followed by a turning or vice
versa, but now with the child he carried he wasn’t so sure. “I know my love, I mean I have come
to learn just how good you are to me even when you are being bad.”
Again that corner of his lips pulled into a playful smirk as
hand caressed Axel’s cheek and played through his hair over one ear. “Maybe just to be safe after this
little bundle comes into the world. I want nothing bad to happen to our child
and well I don’t’ think I’m very sexy at the moment. And I want that night
together to be as passionate as well as a turning between two lovers can be.”
Yes Blake would always admit to being a hopeless romantic about many things.
And though something told him it would be painful Blake wanted that night to be
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Azure hues remained glued upon the woman.
All noise other than her voice and the beating of his heart had become meaningless,
only she mattered. Not Valderon, not any other woman, nor any other man. Only his Pelin’a. Skin burned where her
fingers touched, leaving trails of fire in their wake as they roamed unchallenged,
the flames she invoked threatening to consume the males very soul, to drive him
to the brink of insanity and back. Her nose touched his chin, and a small growl
emanated from the male. She was doing nothing to settle the beast lurking
within. Instead she was adding fuel to an already raging fire.
When she had shared the throat roaming her
mind, a wicked smirk had crossed the male’s lips. Not one effort had been made
to calm that beast, and neither it nor Blaze minded. “That,”
Momentarily his lips had found her neck, teeth nipping gently. “Is a wonderful idea.” The fire they would light,
they would fan and encourage to grow, would be uncontrollable. What
deliciousness had come to fruition. Even though it had been Valderon what had won
her in the auction, though not through his own means, it was Blaze that the
Pelin’a would be leaving with.
Greedily his hands brushed against her
arms, her ribs, her hips, before he had hurled her to him. No thoughts were
spared for the relatives they would be leaving behind, and none were spared for
Valderon, as Blaze whisked his woman, his Pelin’a, towards the exit so they
might create that fire she spoke off. "Let's not waste time lingering."
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