Obsidian - Miranda Bridges Page 0,37
my arms and pays for it without a second glance. The alien behind the counter packages everything except the black dress, and Castien hands it to me.
“Please put this on, damsel. I plan on taking you to dine somewhere, and I would love to watch you while you eat in this dress. And then later I would like to eat you while you’re in that dress.”
He doesn’t lower his voice, and I snatch the garment from him, ready to hide my face in it. Or strangle him with the dress. Either option works for me.
Before I do or say something I’ll regret, I all but run to the changing room and get dressed, mumbling curses the entire time.
“I really must write down some of your crude phrases. I find them creative and oh so foul.”
“Castien,” I say, my tone laced with irritation, “please stop talking.” I open the door and step out of the dressing room, and much to my surprise, he listens to me.
With his mouth slightly ajar, Castien runs his gaze over my body, his eyes missing nothing as he takes in every inch of my appearance. I’ll admit I do look nice, but from the way he’s looking at me, it’s as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Of course a blush heats my cheeks, and I shift from one foot to the other.
“You ready?” I ask.
“To fuck you? Absolutely.” He nods emphatically, his nostrils flaring. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”
I purse my lips and gesture to his erection. “Do I need to get the garden hose?” He tilts his head, and I grin at him. “Come on, my randy companion, let’s go.” I weave my arm through his and smile. “This time, be sure to let me order.”
Castien gives me a pointed look, but there’s a gleam in his dark gaze. “Because you know how to read the menu…”
“I don’t, but my mate can help me.”
He looks at me, and all traces of mirth fade from his face only to be replaced with wonder and adoration. “I would like that very much.”
“Okay, so what is similar to what I ate in the hotel?” I ask, pretending to read over the gibberish displayed in the hologram that hovers over the center of our table. It’s the coolest menu I’ve ever seen even though I have no idea what I’m looking at. I lower my voice, not wanting the people around us to hear me. “You know how I feel about eating alien animals.”
“You should try the…” Castien says a word, but for the life of me I can’t make heads or tails of it.
I scrunch my face. “The what-y? Honestly, I don’t even know how to go about repeating that, let alone saying it correctly.” I shake my head and take my water glass in hand. “Okay, you win. Just order something for me that I won’t regret putting in my mouth later.”
The look on Castien’s face has me wishing I could take back my words, and I inwardly groan at the licentious gaze he’s sending my way.
“Why, demoria, that is something I’d be more than happy to do, and I promise you will not regret it.” He reaches for my free hand that’s resting in my lap and grasps it only to maneuver it to palm his cock. His very hard cock.
“Later,” I whisper between clenched teeth.
“Very well.” He doesn’t release my hand and points to a series of symbols near the middle of the menu. “I will order this for you, mate, and I shall have this one.”
I blink at him in surprise. “You’re actually going to eat with me this time?”
It shouldn’t matter, yet it does to me. I never realized how a simple thing such as sharing a meal was important to me until Castien didn’t. Yes, he was supportive, and he even fed me, but it’s not the same thing. If he were to eat too, it would make me feel less alone, less alienated. Which is pretty stupid considering I’m not even in my galaxy anymore, and the nearest human is probably a million light-years away. But I want him to join me.
He turns his torso so that he’s facing me and tilts his head. “I can hear it in your voice that this means something to you. Am I correct?”
I nod, feeling foolish. “But don’t worry about it. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s dumb, really.”
He takes my chin in hand, forcing me to