15 Zinnar

I have never felt such a rush. My pulse thunders in my ears. I am hot and alive with consuming need to the point that I can’t focus on anything but release. That is bad when one is a dignitary. A lascivious prince is a bad image and not one I want my people to be subjected to.

Camera drones whiz by overhead though they can’t record us through the hedges. The nook in the maze that we’ve slipped through fills with voices and fades. They could easily find us with heat sensors.

Rosa’s hands rub up my muscled thighs. “Is it true what they say about guys in kilts?”

“What’s that?”

“That you don’t wear undergarments?”

Her touch and the pheromone laced powder have me lost in my head and rigid with hunger to be buried in her silken folds, a place of softness yet strength where, for a moment, I lost myself once before. She is gorgeous, even with the paint dust and the leaf stuck in her mussed hair. I have no desire for anyone else.

“I do. Abr rules.”

“I’m used to a little extra work.” She kneels before me, faster than I expect. There’s no hesitation, but I’m also lost in a time dilation of a hormonal kind. I’ve felt them before on other planets, but not like this.

Rosa slides her fingertips up under my kilt until she reaches the top of my underwear, and then drags the band down.

“What are you doing?” I try to stop her, but the moment Rosa runs her silken hands over my shaft, I cave. The slow yet strong way she strokes me evokes a surge of hot desire that floods my body.

I need more. I want all of her.

“Someone can’t hold their enhancers,” she teases.

Rosa tucks her head under my kilt’s pleats.

“Mostly muscle.” I utter as her hot breath curls around my shaft and something warm and wet slides back up.

Her tongue—that’s her—

She swirls around my head, and then pushes down over it.

Rosa hums a note of admiration as she bobs over me. The vibrations make my balls tighten and a scintillating drive kindle to life in me.

But I get lost in my thoughts, thinking of Rosa’s beautiful face plastered with my load.

I guess at this point it would look like everything else she’s already wearing.

It has been so long since I had time to savor such comforts and find release, that I’m pent up and ready to blow.

Rosa takes my shaft in both her hands, and draws me into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck.” I can’t believe what I’m feeling and pull back my kilt. Rosa blinks up at me, slides off, then takes me between her luscious lips again.

The ecstasy builds fast. I gasp for air as her fingers cast their spell over me in sync with her tongue.

I close my eyes, focusing on resisting the urge to pull free and take her the way I really want to. The Abr race band on her arm will send a signal if it isn’t what she wants. I can’t afford to cause an international incident.

By the faint creases around her eyes, she smirks as she swirls her velvety tongue around my shaft. I try to steady myself on the hedge, but when she cups my balls and slides her succulent mouth off of me while sucking hard, my heart rate surges.

“Rosa,” I warn.

She backs off, leaving me hanging. When I meet her eyes, her hot breath falls over my tip. She reaches her tongue out and drags it around my head while she watches me.

I’m a wreck inside, a storm of craving tipping over the edge of losing it now and throwing her back and taking her.

She slips free, then bobs over me again, with force, pushing farther down over me as the hot tide spreads through my core. My cock flexes under her intoxicating power.

“Rosa, I’m—”

She encourages me with a muffle hum that burned my last thread. I fight the urge to thrust as I pump everything I have into her.

Rosa graciously slurps me down. I run the backs of my fingers over her cheek in admiration as she takes me. When I finally still, and my balls are taxed, she licks me clean.

I sink to my knees before her, wondering why she would get an idea to do that out here.

And somehow it doesn’t feel fair. I draw her into a hug and pull her on top of me as I lay back in the moss and clover.

“Thank you. I—”

“Needed release to have a clear head?” she asks.

I pluck the leaf from her hair and smooth her tendrils with a hand. She looks exceptionally beautiful with the freckles of light dancing through the hedge ceiling over her face.

I don’t want to let her go after our pact is dissolved. I never wanted to. I know I broke her heart, her trust, and her belief that she deserved love. Saying it won’t matter. She won’t believe me. I know, because my father used to say it and then disappear for months on end.

“Rosa, I want you to know something.”

She props herself up on my chest. As I stare up at her, I know I want to look at her every night for the rest of my life. I want her in my bed from now until forever. No other female will do.

“I may have a king for a father, but I grew up among the people, hiding from rival kingdoms until the Nebs’ attacks united us. I didn’t live in the castle until I was seventeen. That only lasted two years. I don’t want that life. I just want this, with you. But I cannot stop being who I am because of how many people it affects.”

She studies me for a moment. “What happened?”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of my friends fighting the same fight and going home to their cramped apartments or dorms or the small houses at the edges of the farmlands. They were capable of the same things as I was. I still do not see any reason why a name or a title should determine the value of a person.”

“So you believe in merit-based rewards?”

“Yes.”

“Who’s at the top of your list? Bai’rin?”

“You.”

Her eyebrows quirk. “How?”

I curl a finger in a few of her paint-free tendrils of hair. “There are not a lot of healers on our planet, mostly soldiers and farmers. But I think the healing merits are just as important.”

“I think you have me confused with someone else.”

I shake my head. “You’re doing that for me. When you found me after I’d promised to find you and got lost in this drugging haze, I realized how special you are. You made me feel like we’re a team.”

“We have a pact.”

I sigh and look away. “Yeah.”

I already hate it.

They signal the end of the competition, and Rosa starts to get up. But I’m not ready to let go of her yet. So I collect her in my arms, roll her onto her back and kiss her deeply. I want her to know, not by word but by feeling, that I need her.

Her surprise is satisfying.

When she smiles up at me, I feel something has mended between us.

I get up, fix my underwear, collect her in my arms, and carry her out of the maze.

“Zinnar,” she giggles. It is a light, bubbly sound that pushes back memories of gunfire and explosions.

“We have to get cleaned up. Tonight is the formal dinner, and it's going to be good practice for when we go to my planet. I hope you’re hungry.”

Even though she just sucked me dry, she still eyes me up and down with lust. “After that, I might never be full again.”

I’m already getting hard and thinking about ways I can get her alone without the stupid cameras watching. There’s not much of an escape from the media anywhere that I’ve found except the rooms, and I can’t be seen taking her before we’re official. I may have to endure it until we get back to my planet. I’m just not sure I can wait that long.

But I’m starting to think, she might want me back. Maybe this isn’t all just an act for the pact.

Maybe, there’s still a chance at something real.