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opportunity
like this one. He had to show his mate how much he loved him.
    The air shimmered as if heat waves wafted from the
floor, and suddenly Oshki stood in front of him in nothing but inch
by glorious inch of pale skin, his manhood proud and eager as it
bumped against his navel.
    Miln gulped.
    He couldn’t take his gaze off Oshki’s erection. It
twitched with need, the head of it marbled with pale purple veins,
a glistening drop of his essence perched on its tip. By the Twelve
Galaxies, he wanted him.
    He cleared his throat and quickly tossed some
patchwork quilts on the floor. “Come over here,” he beckoned, “and
lie with me on these blankets.”
    On bare feet, his partner padded across the highly
polished floor, his soles slapping softly on the marble tile. Miln
admired the planes of his honed muscles balanced with the bulging
of others lacing his arms, thighs, and calves. The warrior was a
fine example of prime maleness. Although his coloring was
exceedingly pale, he loved his mate’s fair skin, yellow hair, and
brilliant moonshine eyes. He was not only hauntingly handsome but
also powerful. Battle scars, some thick and ropey while others were
thin and silver with time, crisscrossed his body.
    Miln gulped in anticipation, his sapin so hard it
pained him. He stretched out on his left side. His member, precum
seeping from it, bumped his abdomen.
    Kneeling next to him, Oshki smiled. Emotion softened
the harsh lines of his face, his eyes full of love and bright with
desire. “I have dreamed of this moment for so long.”
    “So have I.” Brushing back a long lock of his mate’s
hair, he returned his smile. “Our first mating was so brief we can
barely count it.”
    Oshki ran one hand over his shoulder and along his
arm. Gooseflesh erupted over Miln’s skin, and his manhood throbbed
with need. A groan slipped past his lips.
    “Let me pleasure you,” he whispered. He pushed Miln
back onto the quilts and then positioned himself over his pelvis.
“I will make you cry out my name and beg to take me.”
     

Chapter Six
     
    Liquid fire raced through his veins. Miln’s breath
grew faster, ragged, and his heartbeat crashed in his ears. He
stared up at the metal rafters forming an arched pattern above
them, but as he felt his mate’s warm breath sweep over his lower
abdomen, he closed his eyes and anticipated the next moment.
    “I love how the hair here and down to your root is a
deeper pink.” His partner gently kissed the spot just below Miln’s
navel. “What is it Venus calls this part of a male’s body?”
    “A…a cock.” He gulped. “Sometimes she c-calls it a
rod, t-too.”
    If his mate wasn’t careful, Miln would come before he
was even touched. Desire rushed through him, and every bit of it
culminated in his throbbing member. He swallowed again, waiting for
him to make his move.
    His lover kissed all around his lower abdomen, each
caress leaving a damp spot behind. His long hair fanned out across
Miln’s upper belly, the sensation silky and tantalizing. Miln
moaned again, louder this time.
    “Does this please you?” asked Oshki.
    “Oh, yes.”
    Those two words had barely passed his lips when Oshki
took him into his mouth, the head of his cock bumping the back of
his throat.
    “Schizma!” he stiffened and gripped the blankets,
hips arching, lightning bolts zipping from his sapin to melt every
nerve ending throughout his body.
    His partner pumped his head up and down as he kept
suction around Miln’s erection, the hot, wet sensation of his mouth
pure ecstasy and wonderful torture. Vaguely, he heard a rumble
above the museum, but was it his heartbeat or an approaching storm?
As his mate sucked again, the faint question evaporated from his
mind. The pressure, the slick and yet rough feel of his lover’s
tongue caressing his cock, and the murmured sounds of pleasure from
his mate only fueled the inferno growing at the base of his spine.
He wanted to come, but even more, he wanted to pin Oshki