The Determined Hero (The Lost Planet 7) - Page 11

She tastes unlike anything I’ve ever consumed.

I’m addicted to it nonetheless. I want to draw her into my lap and spend the next twelve solars kissing her. We can kiss our way into The Eternals together. It’d be a lovely way to go.

Or, I could make this rekking weapon work, save Mortuus, and spend the rest of my existence kissing her.

I nip at her bottom lip before pulling away. Her lips are swollen and wet from our kiss. Still parted and needy. I’m hard in my minnasuit, eager to kiss her everywhere.

“Sorry,” she breathes. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

“I’m glad you did,” I say, winking at her. “It makes me want to do lots of nice things for you, so you’ll thank me every time like that.”

She laughs. “Well, actually, I had an idea, but I know you’re busy. We can put a pin in it for later. You know, after you save the world and all that jazz.”

I lift a brow. “I’m a smart mort. I can multitask. You talk and I’ll work.”

As she chatters about recreating a library, but with our files and using a tablet, I take apart one of the components of my thermablaster. She explains how the library she worked at functioned and it sounds orderly. When she finishes her explanation, I call for Uvie.

“Uvie, I need you and Sayer.”

“Sayer has been paged. What can I help you with, Oz?” Uvie asks in her digitized voice.

“I want you to work with Quinn to locate the files she needs. She’s working on a special project.” I walk over to one of my bins and rummage around until I find what I’m looking for. “Give her access to what she needs.” I pull off the backing to the device, tweak a few controls, and then put it back together before turning it on.

“Certainly,” Uvie agrees. “Quinn, what do you need?”

“First, I need a—” she starts but is cut off when I hand her a tablet. “This. I need this.” Her grin is wide and her blue eyes even wider behind her glasses. “You really are good at making stuff happen.”

I shrug, flashing her a cocky grin before walking back over to the thermablaster. Thin arms hug me from behind.

“I’ve never belonged anywhere except the library,” Quinn says, her breath hot against my bare back. “But here…it feels right. Everyone is nice. No one tries to hurt you. It’s a home.”

Pride fills my being.

“You’re home, Whisper. This will always be your home.”

She starts to say something else when someone clears their throat.

“Am I interrupting a mating ritual involving a legaloct and a thermablaster?” Sayer asks, humor in his tone. “Don’t give Jareth any more ideas. His nog is already corrupted with your creations, which in turn means he violates us with them.” He chuckles, clearly okay with being violated with my metal devices Jareth uses on him and Grace both.

Quinn pulls away, her happy grin still affixed. “Look! I can see!”

Sayer smiles at her. “That’s great, Quinn. We’re ugly morts, eh?”

“I think you all are kinda cute,” she says, her neck turning splotchy red. Her blue eyes dart my way. “Some more handsome than others.”

Heat floods down to my cock. The urge to haul her back to me and claim her as my mate is nearly overwhelming. If Galen were in here, my sub-bones would be popping with the need to stake said claim. But Sayer has his hands full with two mates he loves. He’ll leave mine alone.

My mate.

Mine.

“Can you and Uvie assist Quinn in her quest to create a library?”

Sayer nods. “I certainly can. How is the thermablaster coming along?”

“It’ll rekking get there,” I grunt.

“Jareth is pacing like mad,” Sayer reveals. “He’s worried about the alien invasion. If you could use the extra hands, it would distract him from driving Grace up the wall.”

“I’m going to need help lifting this thing anyway to hook it to the main power source. Send him in. I’ll distract him with some clamp ideas I had.”

Sayer shudders. “Dare I ask where the clamps go?”

“You best dare not.” I smirk at him and shrug. “I just create the objects. It’s not my fault Jareth likes to play with them.”

He rolls his eyes—something that reminds me of Hadrian—and struts back to the door. “Quinn, meet me in the Navigation Bay. I’m going to fetch Jareth and send him here.” He leaves without another word.

I stalk over to Quinn and tilt her chin up with my finger.

“What is it?” she whispers.

“I just wanted to look at you again up close.”

“That’s it? Just to look?”

I drag my clawed thumb over her bottom lip, loving the way it pulls her soft pink flesh. “I want to do more than look, Whisper. A lot more than look. I simply don’t have time.”

Her lashes flutter. “Once you get those dirty bastards who are trying to ruin our home, then we’ll have lots of time.”

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