to protect him, so she wracked her brains for a solution.
“I think Dante should be one of my assistants,” she said,
glancing at him again. “That way, he can help give back what he took away.”
“And so it shall be,” the Queen declared, gesturing grandly.
Her people buzzed excitedly and Dante lifted his head a little to look at her
out of the corner of his eye. She quirked that side of her mouth in a smile,
hoping he would understand.
And then, that was it. They were done. The Queen shooed them
all away and they would up out in the hallway again.
Mariella waited while Dante dismissed his men. They all
groaned, though some of them looked more thankful than grumpy. They filed down
the tunnel, and she heard buzzing as they talked amongst themselves.
“Well,” Dante sighed, “that could have gone better.”
Mariella laughed a little, surprised. “Are you kidding me?
All of us are still alive, aren’t we?”
He hesitated, and then nodded. “I suppose so. Are you truly
going to punish me?”
Very lightly, she laid her hand on his shoulder. This time,
he didn’t leap away from her. “No,” she murmured. “I’m not.” He sighed with
relief and she continued. “Look, I’m exhausted. We all are, right? Is there
somewhere to sleep and I’ll see my lab after a nap, or something?”
“Of course,” he murmured, and then seemed to think to
himself for a moment before nodding. “As you are an important guest, we will
house you as a moderate royalty. I feel the Queen would approve of this. Come.”
His voice was so low, so accidentally sultry, that it was
all she could do to control herself. The fact that he seemed to have no idea
what he was doing to her only made her even more excited.
Stop it, she scolded herself, but the motion of her
thighs pressing together as she walked rubbed around her shy clit. Tingles
formed in her lower stomach, trailing down even lower still.
Pretty soon, her thoughts were filled with a very different
kind of buzzing. Her blood pumped harder, searing through her veins. Every step
became a tortuous heaven, thighs sliding past each other with beautiful
friction. Despite herself, she was starting to pant.
Dante flashed her a worried look and then hurried the rest
of the way, gesturing her down the mouth of a tunnel, which revealed itself to
be actually a rather nice room. The bed was a rock shelf, but it was fully
decked out with blankets and cushions, and there was a reflective diamond
mirror over a counter sort of area. And there was light, controlled by a
twistable knob set into the wall.
At any other time, this would be when she started pressing
him for answers about their current power source. Unfortunately, all she could
think of right now was something very unscientific indeed.
The alien man stayed in the entrance, his head lowered
respectfully. “I wish very much that you will have a good rest,” he said
softly. Was it just her, or was his dusky skin tinged just a bit darker with a
blush? “When you wake, just walk until you find anyone. I will already have
spread the word that I am to be your assistant. They will help you find me.”
Mariella took a step closer, sliding over the floor. “Why
don’t you just tell me where you live?” she breathed. Her lips trembled
with…something. Something so strange and warm.
He cleared his throat and looked away, twisting his lower
body away from her. “You would get lost trying to find me. It will simply be
easier if I come to you…Mariella? What are you?”
She couldn’t think. Her nostrils were full of the musk of
his sweat, and the odor of something terribly sweet.
Closing the distance between them, she lifted up her head,
grabbed his shoulders, and stood up on her toes to press her mouth to his.
Chapter Nine
He couldn’t deny how attracted he was to her. After spending
so much time with her,