Davies, Corinne - Claiming Destiny [Midnighter Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Corinne Davies Page B

research. Our goal has always been to coexist with our world as much as possible.”
    “It’s fascinating.” Destiny really was in awe at the combination of simple living and the high level of technology. “What about your economy? What drives the value of things?”
    “Our economy is mainly comprised of bartering. The value depends on what the person purchasing it places on it.” Jag pointed out a couple of men who looked like they were in an intense negotiation. “They will come to an agreement eventually and both will leave happy. I’m not saying that greed doesn’t exist in our world, but it doesn’t happen often because the community won’t tolerate it.”
    She noticed quickly that people treated them differently. Many nodded and called out greetings to Rock and Jag. They both returned every smile and introduced her as “our in’tialóox. ”
    Destiny was going to ask them what exactly that meant when an older woman marched up at them. “No Cha’an ?” She shook her head and tsked at them before turning and walking away. The woman didn’t even look at Destiny.
    “Who was that?” Destiny expected both Rock and Jag to snicker or laugh at the older woman’s display, but each man looked as if their grandmother had chastised them.
    “A friend of IxChel’s,” Rock muttered. His cheeks looked a bit flushed. Jag ran his fingers through his hair and then reached out and captured Destiny’s hand. “Come on. Let’s look around a bit more and we’ll head back.”
    She could tell that each man was lost in his own thoughts as they wandered through the market. An older man walked slowly through the market, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a woman who looked up at him in fascination. They looked like they had been together for years, or perhaps they’d just met. She’d always loved to see older couples acting like teenagers. It made her think that perhaps one day she would find someone who would love her for that long.
    They both nodded to Rock and Jag and then gave her a kind smile. She smiled back as the sun caught the pendant the man wore around his neck. He’s wearing a St. Christopher’s medal? She wanted to ask where he’d gotten it, but the couple stopped to look at swaths of fabric on a table. Rock and Jag led her down another path away from all the crowds. Jag stopped at the last vender and traded for an odd-shaped brown lump before they left the market. As they walked he sliced it open with a knife he’d tucked into his boot. The inside of the lump was a soft pink color and looked somewhat like the inside of a cantaloupe. He carved out a thick sliver and held it up to Destiny’s lips. “Try this.”
    Destiny stopped and reached up to take the piece off Jag’s knife, but Rock wrapped his arms around her and trapped her hands. “Let him feed you, Atan .” He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath her ear and whispered, “Open your mouth and lick that fruit like you would his cock.”
    Destiny smiled and gently wrapped her lips around the soft fruit and sucked on it lightly as she pulled her mouth off it. Jag’s eyes flashed emerald and she felt a surge of female power. The fruit was delicious and she opened her mouth again and licked the edge of the fruit as Jag watched her tongue. She didn’t know if there were any people around them watching nor did she care. Rock and Jag didn’t seem too concerned, so why should she?
    This time she sucked a little harder on the slice and it melted against her tongue. Sweet melon, rose water, and mint flavors washed over her tongue as she ate the piece of fruit. “That’s delicious. What’s it called?”
    “Lolyich.” Jag cut off another slice and popped that one in his mouth. “This is how you’re supposed to eat it.” With that he bent down and kissed her, stroking his tongue against hers as the fruit melted between their tongues and the unique flavor released into their kiss.
    Destiny felt as though her head was spinning. She’d