legs around his waist. The quiet purr that I heard from deep within his throat was in pure cadence to the harmony that wove itself through my entire being, shattering deep into my soul. Still gently cupping my cheek, he wound his other muscled arm around my waist and held me close while nuzzling his face against the side of my neck, deeply breathing me in.
Through the blissful haze, I heard Pluma Kreob growl at the other Plumas, "Touch him and you're dead." The table in the middle of the room sounded like it was knocked over. His tone was full of contrived politeness. "With much respect, you two need to get the fuck out." Then his voice was closer in the fog of my mind, whispering gently against Pluma Wazra's ear, "Malik, you need to move away from the door."
Pluma Wazra growled quietly but glided over like he was moving on air.
The door, so difficult to open before, released. It clicked shut as the Pluma's Moir and Creo left.
I groaned softly when Pluma Kreob stood behind Pluma Wazra and hesitantly brushed his own thumb over my forehead. Lightning warmth sizzled through me, grounding me to these two Mian. Shuddering to my core, my eyes closed to listen to the beauty beating inside of me. All I felt was heating warmth as I passed out in the safety of two Mian's arms.
A rough rocking jarred me awake. I lifted my head from the warm leather my cheek laid upon. I repeatedly blinked , trying to understand where I was. Rubbing my eyes, I tilted my head to the side and stopped stock still.
I was in some kind of armored vehicle.
I was also lying on top of Pluma Wazra and Pluma Kreob's laps.
They were both staring down at me with their simmering, glowing eyes.
I shrieked and slammed a hand against Pluma Wazra's face, and shoved away from them.
I fell in a heap onto the floor of the vehicle.
Pluma Wazra grunted and rubbed his chin where I had whacked him.
With enormous eyes, I noticed he now wore a black ring on his thumb.
Same as Pluma Kreob, who lifted a hand in a gentle patting motion. "Calm down, Braita."
I was anything but calm. "What was that back there?"
Both blinked, then glanced at each other. Their eyes gradually came back to me in confusion.
Oh, Mother Joyal, I hated this language . I tried again, speaking slower, "What was that?"
The confusion instantly cleared from their expressions.
Pluma Wazra gestured to the seat behind me, the empty bucket seat that faced them. "Sit down and buckle up. Once you've done that, we'll explain." Just then, the vehicle bounced hard, and I lost my balance. My chin struck the abrasive metal coating the floor. I grunted in pain, but just as suddenly, I squeaked in alarm when Pluma Wazra grabbed my arms and shoved me onto the empty seat. He grumbled quietly under his breath, his silver, glowing eyes flicking up to me in irritation as he buckled the seatbelt around my waist. "Do as I say next time." He sat back on his seat next to the other Pluma, both of them glaring.
I moved my jaw at the lingering pain and silently waited for them to speak.
Pluma Kreob broke the silence, sighing in aggravation. "That back there is what the Mian call a Reckoning. All women of Harems fear it. It is when a Vaq meets their intended, their Soul." He tilted his head to me. "You ... somehow ... are our Soul. The one woman who was meant specifically for us." His golden brows were deeply furrowed. "A Human bound to two Mian."
I stared. "Pluma Kreob, that makes no sense."
"We know," he growled. The muscles in his jaw bounced before he grumbled, "And given the situation, you calling us Pluma is even more ridiculous. My name is Leo." A hand flick at Pluma Wazra. "His is Malik. From now on, call of us by our first names."
Um ... I still did not understand. "I don't get it."
Malik cracked his neck harshly, but his words were slow. "A Soul senses when their Vaq is near. It comes on just as it did for you. You became ill until I touched you." One of his black brows lifted. "Or are you going to argue the
Through the blissful haze, I heard Pluma Kreob growl at the other Plumas, "Touch him and you're dead." The table in the middle of the room sounded like it was knocked over. His tone was full of contrived politeness. "With much respect, you two need to get the fuck out." Then his voice was closer in the fog of my mind, whispering gently against Pluma Wazra's ear, "Malik, you need to move away from the door."
Pluma Wazra growled quietly but glided over like he was moving on air.
The door, so difficult to open before, released. It clicked shut as the Pluma's Moir and Creo left.
I groaned softly when Pluma Kreob stood behind Pluma Wazra and hesitantly brushed his own thumb over my forehead. Lightning warmth sizzled through me, grounding me to these two Mian. Shuddering to my core, my eyes closed to listen to the beauty beating inside of me. All I felt was heating warmth as I passed out in the safety of two Mian's arms.
A rough rocking jarred me awake. I lifted my head from the warm leather my cheek laid upon. I repeatedly blinked , trying to understand where I was. Rubbing my eyes, I tilted my head to the side and stopped stock still.
I was in some kind of armored vehicle.
I was also lying on top of Pluma Wazra and Pluma Kreob's laps.
They were both staring down at me with their simmering, glowing eyes.
I shrieked and slammed a hand against Pluma Wazra's face, and shoved away from them.
I fell in a heap onto the floor of the vehicle.
Pluma Wazra grunted and rubbed his chin where I had whacked him.
With enormous eyes, I noticed he now wore a black ring on his thumb.
Same as Pluma Kreob, who lifted a hand in a gentle patting motion. "Calm down, Braita."
I was anything but calm. "What was that back there?"
Both blinked, then glanced at each other. Their eyes gradually came back to me in confusion.
Oh, Mother Joyal, I hated this language . I tried again, speaking slower, "What was that?"
The confusion instantly cleared from their expressions.
Pluma Wazra gestured to the seat behind me, the empty bucket seat that faced them. "Sit down and buckle up. Once you've done that, we'll explain." Just then, the vehicle bounced hard, and I lost my balance. My chin struck the abrasive metal coating the floor. I grunted in pain, but just as suddenly, I squeaked in alarm when Pluma Wazra grabbed my arms and shoved me onto the empty seat. He grumbled quietly under his breath, his silver, glowing eyes flicking up to me in irritation as he buckled the seatbelt around my waist. "Do as I say next time." He sat back on his seat next to the other Pluma, both of them glaring.
I moved my jaw at the lingering pain and silently waited for them to speak.
Pluma Kreob broke the silence, sighing in aggravation. "That back there is what the Mian call a Reckoning. All women of Harems fear it. It is when a Vaq meets their intended, their Soul." He tilted his head to me. "You ... somehow ... are our Soul. The one woman who was meant specifically for us." His golden brows were deeply furrowed. "A Human bound to two Mian."
I stared. "Pluma Kreob, that makes no sense."
"We know," he growled. The muscles in his jaw bounced before he grumbled, "And given the situation, you calling us Pluma is even more ridiculous. My name is Leo." A hand flick at Pluma Wazra. "His is Malik. From now on, call of us by our first names."
Um ... I still did not understand. "I don't get it."
Malik cracked his neck harshly, but his words were slow. "A Soul senses when their Vaq is near. It comes on just as it did for you. You became ill until I touched you." One of his black brows lifted. "Or are you going to argue the
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