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and felt shockwaves rocket through her aching clit. He’d left her in an even more sensitized state than she’d been in before. Her only consolation was the assurance that he’d be suffering just as much. He’d been as hard as titanium, and she knew he’d be too proud to jerk off.
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    As Krux sat with the other students in a small booth at the dumpling restaurant, he had to adjust himself. It felt like hot rebar was trying to punch out of his crotch, and there was no way he could conceal the darkening of his skin. Fortunately, the lighting in this place was dim, creating an atmosphere of shadows broken only by a mellow glow.
    When he’d arrived, he’d been surprised to see Whitt had already ducked out early, so it was just Spri, Benni, and Varion at the table. The Multan male looked relaxed, but not like you’d expect from a man who’d just gotten lucky. That fact, along with the realization that none of the male models had been able to satisfy Katra, was the only thing that kept Krux’s sense of possessiveness in check.
    Speaking of Katra, he watched as she finally caught up to them and entered the restaurant. Usually he would have waited to walk her here, but he’d needed a little distance to try to calm his arousal. Not that he’d succeeded. His pounding erection was proof of that.
    If he hadn’t been looking for it, he never would have seen any sign that she was anything but composed. She walked casually to the table, greeted everyone with a steady voice, and sat down diagonally across from him. Only he saw the high color in her skin, the flash of her eyes, and the tiny strain in her grin. His Duosien was horny and, as usual, furious with him. At least she wasn’t indifferent.
    “I took the liberty of ordering for you,” he announced once she’d settled. “Food should be here any second.”
    Her gaze narrowed. “I’m perfectly capable of ordering my own food.”
    Her haughty tone, and the urge to dominate her that it inspired, made his balls draw up tight. He had to breathe through the sensation even as he schooled his features into an expression of unruffled condescension.
    “Of course you can. But they make everything from scratch and to order. There was no sense holding everyone up.”
    “He ordered the taster platter,” Benni said. She obviously saw the clenching of Katra’s jaw and was trying to pacify her. “It has a little of everything, so I’m sure there will be something you’ll like.”
    “How thoughtful. Thank you, Benni.” Katra said it as if the other woman deserved the credit.
    Annoyance spiked, but it couldn’t drown out Krux’s lust. He glanced over and found Varion looking amused. Apparently the Multan thought this exchange was entertaining. Krux wasn’t sure what he might have said to that, but he never got the chance. At that moment, the food arrived, carried out by what appeared to be the daughters of the owners, who were also the chefs.
    “Oh, that smells good,” Spri said happily.
    “Good timing, too.” Varion rubbed his hands together. “I’m hungry.”
    No need to ask what he’d done to work up his appetite.
    Krux bit back a snarl and reached for the stainless steel sticks that served as utensils here. Glancing across the table through a cloud of rising steam, he saw Katra leaning down to inhale the aroma. He was instantly arrested by the look on her face. She’d closed her eyes, turning her dark lashes into thin sickles against her golden skin. Her features softened into an expression of sheer bliss as she absorbed the delicious scent. He’d never seen anything so sensual in his life.
    In the next moment, she popped her eyes open, and he was lost in their warm brown depths. There was an instant—just an instant—when her pleasure from the food carried over to him, giving him a glimpse of what it would feel like to be savored by this woman. Then it was gone, replaced by suspicion and irritation. He blew out a sigh of frustration and turned his