With a moan, Carlo collapsed next to him, breathing hard. Zenon didn’t move, didn’t say anything, but he memorized every twitch of Carlo’s muscles.
This was how he stole the seed of other males? Zenon would kill the Ryan Earthling if he ever came across him.
* * * *
Carlo stared at the ceiling. Fuck, what had he done? Slowly, he turned to study Zen. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” He wasn’t purring. Carlo wanted him to purr, that way he would’ve known he was feeling good.
“Was it all right?”
Zen didn’t answer. Carlo suspected he kept quiet when he didn’t understand the question.
“Do you feel…good or do you want to run and hide somewhere?”
“I don’t hide. I’m a warrior.”
Carlo sighed. “Yes. But are you fine with what happened or do you feel…dirty?”
Zenon’s dark eyes studied him. He wasn’t as impassive as he normally was, but it was hard to read his emotions. “I am dirty.” He gestured at his belly, and Carlo snorted.