Chapter Twenty-Three

“I told you,” she said, and pulled another delicious food ration from the bag her revolko had procured for her after they finally left the safe house.

“Now that we are mated, our bond can only grow. What is this food called again?”

“That’s a bagel, rosebud,” he grinned, and leaned forward to kiss a smudge of cream cheese from her mouth.

“Mm,” he growled, but she ended their kiss with a gentle nudge.

“If you do not stop, we will never make it to your pakein’s dwelling.”

“Ever since he retired and Medjed, that’s a buddy of mine, cured his cancer, Dad isn’t big on formalities, rosebud. So, if you want to go back upstairs⁠—”

“Drive,” she commanded, her cheeks heating with untampered desire.

Her revolko was an insatiable male. Thank the All Powerful, she thought with a smirk.

Yes, she wanted to go back upstairs. That was hardly a fair question. But after sating her heat with him with many, many rounds of lovemaking, she knew she had to devise a plan to rescue her apakein.