Alien General's Chosen (Brion Brides 4)(40)

“I sometimes still can’t believe it myself,” she admitted.

There was something in those words that made her friends finally spill every question they’d been trying very hard to hold back. Leiya sat, and listened, and smiled to herself, mostly because some of them seemed so surreal, if only she hadn’t asked quite a few of them from Faren herself.

Their lives truly were shrouded in mystery, weren’t they? She knew now, or at least guessed at knowing, how Faren felt with all the rumors about him. The story of her own adventure had gotten so out of hand she barely recognized herself in the middle of it.

“Did you really kill a warrior?” – “What!? No! Have you guys met me before?”

“They say Faren executed all of Senator Primen’s men before your eyes. Did that really happen?” – “Of course not. Who comes up with these things?”

“But he killed all of them?” – “Yes, that happened. That happens a lot with him.”

“Does he really drink blood?” – “No.”

“Are you sure?” – “Absolutely.”

“How can you be absolutely sure? Maybe he doesn’t want you to see?” – “I’m his gesha.”

“Ugh, can you imagine if he kissed you after that. Does he kiss you?” – “I’m. His. Gesha.”

“Oh gods, Leiya. I mean, Faren. You sleep in his bed.” – “…”

It went on like that for a good while. Leiya knew half the questions were joking and the other half was just confirming what her friends already knew to be false, because they weren’t idiots. She let them babble and pour out all of their curiosity, because it was a part of being home.

And Leiya really was home, she didn't know anymore how she could have ever doubted that. Briolina was her home and all the Brions her family. Of all of them, she’d missed her friends the most up on the Unbroken, and the easy back-and-forth they had. Not to say she didn’t also enjoy how it ended.

“I still think you’re bloody brave,” Aya said at last.

“I mean, bindings and all, I don’t know if I could have done it. Been with Faren I mean. Can you imagine it? I mean, I’d get if Iloya…”

“I can imagine it, yes,” Leiya said. “I’ve been present on occasions. Why do you wonder about my gerion?”

“It’s friendly curiosity,” Iloya supported Aya, smiling mischievously.

“And he still scares the air out of my lungs, but damn, Leiya. A general has to have the body of a god. For that I could definitely live with a few quirks.”

“Mm,” Leiya said.

“Sorry,” Iloya hastened to say. “I know he’s yours. I’m merely joking.”

“I know,” Leiya said and damn, the Brion general’s trademark predatory smile was contagious, because it dragged the corners of her lips nearly to her ears.

“I know. I hope my gerion understands the humor too.”

Aya and Iloya turned around so fast they almost rolled over.

A part of Leiya pitied them. Faren had explained some warrior tactics to her, mostly those that didn’t have anything to do with someone bleeding. And he talked about the purposeful misconceptions that the Brion warriors all carefully kept alive. One of them was that all Brion warriors were terribly loud and always announced their presence very vividly. When in truth they were very, very silent.

To her immense relief, it seemed they’d caught Faren on a good day. The look in the general’s eyes was clearly amusement to her expert gaze, but she wasn’t certain if her friends could read him like she could. Probably not, considering they’d both frozen on the grass, staring up at him like he was death incarnate. To quite a few in the galaxy, he was.

And Leiya was his gesha.

“Time for the concert?” she asked him.

Faren nodded. Leiya got up, shaking her dress clean – she was so glad she’d decided against wearing her costume to her meet-up with her friends. It would have gotten dirty.#p#分页标题#e#

“I’m sorry, I have to run now,” she told them, hoping they’d find their tongues at some point – and forgiveness in their hearts for her not warning them.

“I’ll see you guys around.”

With most of his duties needing him aboard the Unbroken, Leiya knew Faren wouldn’t be able to be at all her concerts. He didn’t need to be anyway, but he had wanted to be at the first. After a few it was bound to get boring, even if he did love her voice.

Although he loved her voice more as it was now, before her first concert. They were in the shuttle on its way to the concert site. And while Leiya had sworn she’d keep her voice to do her best at her performance, that was definitely worth it.

The wall of the familiar shuttle was cold and hard against her back, the ripped dress hanging from her waist. Faren was hot and hard against her chest, kissing her like they hadn’t seen each other in years instead of a few days. But even a few days were too much for a fated couple. Leiya was thankful for her own shuttle that could take her up to the Unbroken any time her longing for her gerion got too painful to tolerate.

So glad I didn’t put the costume dress on beforehand, she thought once more.

It would have been an unfortunate loss. It really was a gorgeous dress, but she wouldn’t have given it a second thought. Leiya wasn’t about to admit or share that with anyone but Faren, but the feel of his powerful hands pressing her against the shuttle wall, tearing the obstructing clothes away like they were made of paper… It was a thrill, a passion unlike anything else in her whole life.

No concert, no audience, no nothing ever came close to the feel of him. His huge cock stiff and throbbing in need inside her, pounding her as hard as he knew she needed it. She bit into his shoulder to silence her cries, unwilling to let the pilot hear. Of course she had to be the only woman alive whose voice could be heard over the roar of a shuttle engine.

Faren probably wouldn’t have minded. In all likelihood, Leiya thought, he’d have taken it as a compliment.

She did scream when she came, feeling Faren follow her over the edge of pleasure, reveled in the way he held them together a long moment. His heavy breathing on her neck tickled, making Leiya giggle.

“I really hope I have a spare dress around here somewhere,” she said, breathless herself.

Faren smirked. Leiya glared in turn. A quick search – practically naked – yielded the dress she’d set aside for situations quite like this. While she was searching, Faren just looked at her with that same smirk playing on his lips, because she was, after all, practically naked.

She knew they’d arrived when thousands and thousands of her fans screamed over the shuttle engine. The concert wouldn’t begin for a while yet, she had to shower and dress first, but it was amazing to hear how many were already there.

The shuttle landed under the stage, and Faren caught her in his arms for a leaving kiss. She smiled into it.

“Be ready,” she said.

“For what?” Faren asked, and it was delightful to see the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. He’d asked her very explicitly not to include him in any songs. It didn’t need to be said. Leiya had no intention of sharing their life with anyone else.

“If I fall off the stage, you’ll have to catch me.”

The general kissed her in response.

“I will,” he promised.

Leiya believed him. She knew he’d always be there to catch her. That night and on every other night that followed.

When he turned to leave, her treacherous mouth that wanted her to be late for her own concert called,

“Or you can join me in the shower?”