Chapter 88
A deep groan slipped through Dron’s mouth. Tempest looked up but his eyes still weren’t open. He’d been making noise for a while now but still he seemed to be no closer to waking up. Gerax told her that it would be a while but what was a while in Thraqen terms?
A day?
A month?
It had already been more than twelve hours but it felt like it was more than a week.
"Come on, Dron. I need you." Tempest whispered in his direction.
She walked out of the room and slowly made her way back to her room. Squab chirped in her direction when he realized that she was there.
He was as happy as ever, Tempest wished she could have just a little bit of his enthusiasm. She just couldn’t just get over what was going on. Mexyn had already left. Even Maznik came to visit Dron. All of them had high hopes for Dron. They all said that he would be right as rain when he woke up. Of course they didn’t say right as rain but in more Thraqen terms.
Tempest felt as if she was holding a million pounds. She dropped onto her bed and grabbed one of her pillows to snuggle up next to. She could go back to Dron and hold him again but she knew that she wanted to get some space between herself and Dron. She was falling too hard too fast.
She needed to put a stop to this, especially if she were completely certain that she were going back to earth.
She was. She didn’t have the strength to put Dron through anymore pain. Not after what she heard coming out of that bathroom.
She knew it was the right decision. Knew that if she went back home he would be safe. That’s all that mattered. But man, did it hurt.
Tears spilled silently down her cheeks and wet the pillow under her. Her whole body ached. Her joints throbbed.
Her stomach felt like it was in knots. Deep aching cramps.
Cramps.
Oh crap.
She thought she had more time before she would go through her ovulation. Maybe she was off because of the time change on Ustea. She was still sleeping as if she were on earth but the days were all out of wack.
She wrapped her arms around her midsection and tried to calm the pain that was intensifying by the second.
This wasn’t the time for this. She’d have to deal with her hormones another time.
Tempest turned onto her back and looked up to the ceiling. She breathed in a few times.
After a few moments she felt the pain start to lessen. She decided to get up and go check on Dron again. As she stood up, she felt the world tilt further than she should’ve been able to feel.
She didn’t know what was happening but suddenly she felt more euphoric than she had in a long while. She wondered if it was the lasting effects from when she touched the life nectar, but it had been so long since she was in the pool for her to still feel like this.
Tempest pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.. All that mattered was that she get to Dron.
She needed him.
Desperately.
Her thighs rubbed together as she walked through the house. It felt great. Everything felt great. She pressed her hand against the wall, and the illuminating lights sparked under her touch. It left an aura in the air. It was beautiful.
"Dron, are you awake yet?" Tempest called out in a sultry voice.
She shook her head. Something was wrong. She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was she went into her room incredibly sad, and when she came out after realizing that she was at the start of her ovulation and becoming incredibly turned on.
Tempest had to overcome this.
She’d been horny before, she’d never acted on it. She would leave Dron alone. He was hurt after all.
Still she could just lay next to him.
That wouldn’t be too bad.
"Dron..." She spoke in a sing song voice. She was too happy for what was going on.
She turned the lights down until they were barely illuminating the room. Then slowly walked over to where Dron was lying down.
Her heart was beating a million miles a minute as she looked down at the man lying in the bed. Dron was so damn sexy. Every thing about him turned her on.
She licked her lips as her eyes scanned over his body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and the cover was only pulled up to his waist. She leaned down and ran one of her fingers down the center of his chest.
"Oh...god." Tempest shivered.
She had to stop. She needed to get away. The more she thought about it the more it felt like she was two separate people trying to do two separate things.
She wanted to move away from Dron and leave him alone but the other part of her wanted to crawl under that sheet and lick every last inch of the man laying there. Unconscious or not.
No!
She couldn’t do this. Had to stop.
Tempest turned as if she were about to walk out of the room, that was until Dron groaned again.
A river of arousal dripped from between her legs. She had to get closer to him. Had to feel him.
She rushed back to the bed and quickly got under the sheets. That was all she was going to do. That was okay right.
Tempest cuddled up next to Dron, she wrapped one of her legs over his thigh and moved in closer.
"Dron...oh Dron, please wake up." Tempest begged the still unconcious male. Every last nerve fiber in her body felt as if she were on fire.
He groaned again. It was a deep groan, deep enough to send a rumble through his body. It went straight through Tempest.
She needed more. Needed him.
She couldn’t hold herself back anymore; she leaned up and pressed a kiss to Dron’s lips.
There was a soft sigh and then a soft hand slowly made it’s way up Tempest’s leg.
Dron was awake.