Ajos: The Restitution - A Sci-fi Alien Romance, Book 1, стр. 31

He needed to control this…problem he was having, but his will was as weak as V’Alen’s ability to control his mouth.

His friend could not keep his mouth shut, and the last thing he wanted was for this small human to find out she had a male in her presence that was having trouble controlling his urges.

She’d just been rescued from sick beasts that had wanted her solely for her body.

He did not want to remind her of that.

Further, he was nothing like the sick beasts called the Tasqals.

He shot a glare at V’Alen, willing his friend to keep his mouth shut.

He knew the cyborg could hear every groan he made when he tried to keep himself in check.

He had to push through it.

At least, until he could find a way to fix the problem.

But qef…she smelled good.

Inhaling one last time, Ajos held his breath and eased back to allow Keh-reh-nah to exit her seat.

“This way,” he mumbled. It was his best effort at keeping his voice sounding normal.

As they walked from the dock into the Sky Tower, Keh-reh-nah’s steps were confident alongside his and V’Alen’s.

He was a little impressed that she’d even considered offering assistance in this fight.

She’d just survived a bombing recently. He’d thought she’d be cowering in his bed.

A pulse in his nefre went right to his cock at that thought.

His bed.

She’d been sleeping in his bed.

When he’d brought in her clothes the night before, she’d laid curled up in his space, her strange filaments covering most of her face, and the strangest sound coming from her nostrils as she slept.

It had sounded like a baby pherzah. It should have been a horrible sound, but he’d found himself pausing a little too long as he’d listened to it.

It had sounded…cute.

Endearing.

The qef was wrong with him?

The doors that led from the dock into the sky tower slid open and Ajos led them down the corridor to the control room.

There was hardly anyone working in the Sky Tower, most of the refugees and rebels wanted to live on the surface, so those that volunteered to do the job of guarding the planet often led a lonely life.

Only those who didn’t have any family or much of anything to look forward to on the surface took such jobs.

He wondered briefly which category their host belonged to.

As the door to the control room slid open, Iceon turned from the many screens in front of him to glance their way.

“Commander,” he said before turning back to his instruments. Then he spun around again and did a double-take.

Ajos grunted.

He guessed it was the hooded garment he wore.

“Commander?” Iceon asked.

Ajos moved the hood back enough for the male to see it was him, and Iceon jerked his head in confirmation before his eyes wandered and suddenly focused.

For a moment, Ajos thought the male was looking at V’Alen but when he followed the Ochair’s line of sight, he realized the male was looking at Keh-reh-nah.

She was looking at him too, her eyes filled with awe. Then she smiled slightly and waved her hand in the air at Iceon.

Ajos growled.

He hoped that wasn’t some sort of invitation in her culture.

He didn’t want Iceon getting any ideas.

Keh-reh-nah’s gaze flashed his way and this time she frowned, those brown eyes of hers studying him again.

Better to get this meeting over with, and fast.

“You said you had something to show me, Iceon.”

Iceon jerked his head in a nod, his eyes still on Keh-reh-nah, and Ajos held back another growl.

Moving so he stepped a little in front of her, Ajos broke Iceon’s line of sight.

“What is it?” he pressed, agitation riding on the edge of his nefre like an annoying wave.

Iceon blinked and ran a hand through his strange fur.

“The ships that attacked a few days ago,” he began. “We had intercepted a signal some time before they came.”

“I picked up on that signal,” V’Alen said. “It started broadcasting as soon as we breached the stasis hold.”

“Right.” Iceon ran his hand through the fur on his crown again. “We believe the Tasqals will return. The explosions were just a warning. I think,” his gaze slipped from Ajos and fell on—Keh-reh-nah…and it seemed the Ochair forgot his line of thought, for he stopped speaking.

Ajos frowned, his gaze falling to the movement by his side.

She’d stepped from behind his body shield and was in view of the male again.

Ajos stretched the muscles in his neck.

Annoyance grew and the urge to punch Iceon in the face, if only to set his gaze in another direction, was almost overwhelming. So overwhelming, he had to clench his fists at his side.

It was just the need.

He had no claim on this female.

He had to remind himself of that.

Still, Iceon was phekking him off with the way he couldn’t stop looking in Keh-reh-nah’s direction.

“You think what?” he growled, a little harsher than he’d intended. It was enough to bring Iceon back to the present, but it also caused Keh-reh-nah to frown at him once more.

“The Tasqals want the humans back. I’m afraid they will come again and we don’t nearly have enough ships to patrol our borders. Even then, they might do what they did the other day and bypass all our defenses, exiting hyperspace in the midst of the city…we still don’t know how they managed to do that.”

“Has this ever happened before?” Keh-reh-nah’s voice cut in, and Ajos closed his eyes for a second. She moved to stand beside him, so close, he could feel the warmth of her skin.

And it was so, qeffing, inviting.

If he pressed himself against her, melded their warmth together, the combined heat would consume them both.

Great going with that thought. His seed sack was aching even more now.

Ajos crossed his arms over his chest as he shifted on his feet, just enough to move away from her a little without making it look obvious.

She shouldn’t be affecting him so much. No one affected him this much, heat or not.

With a few steps, he moved to lean against the control panel