Clan, Honor, and Empire Thursday Sneak Peek

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                First he needed to record some patient observations in his computer.  Consoling himself with the knowledge that duty wouldn’t take long, Flencik walked into his office.  He stopped short to see Breft sitting on his desk. 

                The Nobek smiled at him.  Despite a new bruise under his left eye, the youngling looked quite handsome when he did that.  The pit of Flencik’s stomach warmed.

                “Hi, Doctor.”  Breft’s smile grew.  He looked downright happy to see Flencik under the ferocious cast of his natural expression.

                “Hello, Breft.  What brings you here?”  Flencik tried not to sound as delighted as he felt at the lovely view of young Nobek.

                “I just wanted to stop in and say hello.  I hope that’s all right?”

                Flencik stepped into his office, coming close to the other man perched on his desk’s edge.  He was flattered that Breft seemed to find him attractive, especially when the kid was so damned intriguing to him as well.  Yet there was the issue of how Rajhir felt about Breft.  His Dramok would not approve if he knew about the unexpected visit.

                However, there was no denying how the Nobek’s sharp eyes on him made Flencik feel a little breathless.  Damn it, Breft was a handsome thing in his predatory way.

                Keeping his tone mild, Flencik told him, “You made my Dramok quite unhappy yesterday.”

                Breft winced and sighed.  “Yeah.  Tact is not my strong suit.  Maybe it’s that and not my size that gets me in so much trouble.”

                “That’s a possibility.”  Flencik put his handheld on his desk so he’d remember to transfer notes and files when Breft left.  Moving to do so put him close to the Nobek, close enough to feel some of the body warmth coming off him.  There was a hint of spiciness to the almost animal musk the younger man put off, the telltale scent of arousal. 

                Flencik stepped back again and eyed his visitor.  Breft was an exciting, dangerous creature.  The heat in the Imdiko’s belly grew.  If he wasn’t careful, he’d be putting off his own aroma of desire.

                Adopting a parental tone, Flencik said, “You should work on your people skills.  Even Nobeks need to be able to exercise a little diplomacy now and again.  Especially if they enter the field of law enforcement.”

                “I’ve been told I’m absolutely awful when it comes to compromise.  My natural tendency is to go after what I want, full steam ahead.” 

                Breft’s hand flashed out.  Before Flencik could gather what was happening, the Nobek had hold of his crotch and pulled him close with a careful but steady strength.  Flencik’s gaze was filled with Breft’s lecherous grin.

                In a low voice, the Nobek said, “Can you guess what I want right now?”

                Flencik knew Rajhir would not be happy if he accepted the bold invitation.  Yet his Dramok had no reason to keep him from exploring carnal curiosity with Breft.  After all, they had not clanned a Nobek.  They weren’t even working to attract one despite Gegra’s many pointed hints that they needed to complete their unit.  Flencik was free to play with any number of the third breed that caught his fancy.

                And this particular one was so damned exciting.

                Flencik planted his palms on the desk surface, letting his thick arms bracket Breft.  “Door, close and lock,” he said.

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