Page 21 of Klora (Mates of the Mylos #6)

CHAPTER 21

KLORA

I was busy typing in my query on my kunnarskyn when I heard it, a deep guttural moan from behind me. It was a decadent sound, one of pure ecstasy that set my nerve endings on fire, all of them zinging right to my cock.

I whipped around to find McDuffie looking blissful where he huddled under the blanket, his eyes closed. His lips were parted, and soft breaths were making their way past them as he slid into slumber. That was evil, I decided. Pure, unadulterated evil. He knew we were going to have to share the bed and had made a sex noise before falling asleep! I licked my lips in frustration. It was fine, I told myself. I’d save Five-Oh for when he woke up and watch another Death in Paradise instead. Mind made up, I changed my query.

“Britbox,” I murmured, reading the response. I followed the instructions on my kunnarskyn for logging in once I located the app, and quickly navigated my way to my desired program. McDuffie’s snores grew louder, so I rolled him over, remembering that used to stop my brother for a while when we were youths sharing the same room. Then I went out to the balcony to fetch my plate and drink, settling down in the armchair next to the bed, after closing the blinds to cut the glare on the television screen.

I was halfway through the episode when the energy I’d felt coursing through me suddenly vanished. Shit. Now I was suddenly extremely tired. I doggedly kept my attention on the screen, determined to find out who’d killed the man on the beach. I set my plate down on the bedside table. It was empty anyway, as was my glass which also sat there. My attention began to drift and I blinked, all too suddenly aware that I’d missed out several minutes as the D.I. was now gathering the suspects to tell them how it had all gone down and to arrest the murderer. I huffed in annoyance. I could rewind the vid, but odds were I’d doze off once more. So I turned off the TV instead and picked up my dishes, placing them on the hospitality cart. We could eat the dessert later, as a late night snack when we both woke up. He was bound to, due to the time difference, which meant I would rouse as his movements would alert me.

Satisfied with that decision, I climbed into bed myself, cautious to leave space between us, and turned out the light. That created a whole other set of problems, I discovered. Sure, it was a hormonal imbalance or something triggered by my unfortunate allergic reaction, but my dick didn’t care about any of that. All it knew was he was right there, behind me, in a bed we shared.

“No, don’t hurt him, he’s just a kid,” I heard him whimper, and curse the stars, now I was struggling to not roll over, fold him in my arms, and whisper promises of safety in his ears. Which my out of control hormones swiftly turned into a porno behind my closed lids. Nope! Not happening! No snuggling that would cause him to burrow against me, feeling my hard length pressed against his belly. Definitely no rubbing against me, only for his eyes to pop open as he began to beg me to touch him. Nuh huh.

“Shit!” I cried out, trying to keep my voice low. “I can’t do this!”

I glanced down at my errant cock, which was now standing up proudly from between the gaping panels of my bathrobe.

“I need somewhere else to sleep.” I ran my hand over my face. I glanced over at the chair, grimacing. Yeah, no. I’d end up with so many kinks that I’d look like a balled up piece of string. So where? I pondered as I went into the bathroom with a sudden need to empty my bladder. My eyes landed on the tub and an idea began to form. It wasn’t long enough to stretch out completely prone, but I could recline, propping my legs on the sides. I flushed, then washed my hands before returning to the main room, and making another call down to the desk, requesting several more pillows and a blanket. The desk clerk sounded bemused by the request but promised someone would bring them in a few minutes. My dick was now behaving somewhat so I was able to rearrange myself under the bathrobe adequately enough to answer the door. It took fifteen minutes, but soon I was able to relieve the responding members of housekeeping of the multitude of pillows and the blanket I’d requested. I thanked them and once I saw them out, began my work of filling the tub with my impromptu mattress. Once satisfied with my efforts, I pushed the food cart so it was against the door, then returned to the bathroom and climbed in. It wasn’t as comfortable as I’d hoped, but infinitely better than the alternatives, so I decided to put up with it. As Kojak might have said, it was time to ‘suck it up, buttercup’, so I did. If he got up and went to move the heavy cart, I’d hear him, as I’d left the bathroom door open. Convinced that I’d thought of everything, I closed my eyes to relieve my medically induced fatigue with a nap.

“Klora?” I heard someone hiss. Then more frantically as the light snapped on overhead, nearly blinding me in the process, “Klora? Ah! There you are! What on Earth?”

I sat up clumsily, my muscles protesting the strange position I’d left them in. “Yep, I’m here,” I said unnecessarily.

McDuffie stared at me, looking astonished. “But why are you here? And where did you get all those pillows?”

I knew it probably did look strange to him. After all this was a room for bathing and relieving one of bodily waste.

“I had trouble sleeping and thought it best if I came in here.”

He blinked. “Was I snoring too loud or something?”

“You were snoring,” I confirmed, and the way his face fell, I felt horrible. “But that wasn’t it,” I hastened to add, giving into that same damnable impulse that had made me want to hold him in his sleep earlier. I stood up and his eyes widened.

“Dude - your scales!”

I glanced down and my eyes widened. They’d spread to cover more of my calf and thighs, no longer running in a thin line down the outside.

“I need to make a call,” I told him.

“Yeah, um, mind if I pee first?”

I stepped out of the tub. “Go right ahead. I’ll call from out there,” I pointed out towards the main room.

“Yeah, okay.” He stepped aside and I pushed past him, desperate to hear from the Chief Medic what I should do next.