Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Esme
His lips skim close to my ear. “Stay here, I said. Don’t leave, no matter what you feel, I also said. Disobey me, and I’m going to be giving you an ass fucking you won’t forget… after I’ve brought a pretty pink blush to it under my belt. Any of this familiar, Esme? Any of this ringing a bell?”
Absolute blankness invades my mind, then everything comes rushing in. Were the Uncorrupted watching us? Did they have spies… I mean, there are always rumors…
“Look underneath, little fool.”
Underneath? Underneath what?!
“I can still smell my cum on you. They didn’t wash all of it off with the chemical shit they sprayed over you. But your scent is coming back now.”
I’m having an out-of-body experience, and my thoughts and emotions are going haywire.
His cum? Have they done something to me? Wiped my memory.
Look underneath at what?
Out of the madness comes a single thread. It settles like a flower blooming in the center of my chest. It steadies me. It shocks the hell out of me, too. It’s pulling me under… underneath, tethering me to another soul… a soul that I recognize.
I gasp.
Zeb.
A wave comes for me, and I’m drowning.
How?
How is this possible?
Although I always knew he wasn’t ordinary.
A device? Something that projects an image. Something that tricks the mind?
No. This goes deeper than that, molecule deep. The hand that is touching me is inherently real. His huge body is also real.
Somehow he has… what? Cloned an uncorrupted soldier?
Clone them? Deep clone?
My wide eyes glance back.
He smirks. It’s his smirk on someone else’s face.
“Bad omega,” he rumbles. “We’re going to need to make this look authentic before they let us out. Feel free to scream. Feel free to fight. Nod if you understand.”
A beat goes by.
I nod.
Zeb
She nods, and that’s all the permission I need.
She recognizes me, and it punches straight into my gut. She’s sensing me. Not the scent of an alien alpha Not the fake voice. Just… me. The bond we’re not supposed to have.
Someone who heals the mind and spirit sees the world on a different level.
I surmised as much right at the very start.
I believe she sees my soul—the core of me.
And though her wide eyes still carry fear and confusion, there’s also certainty.
She knows this shell is not me. That the body I wear is merely a mask
There are questions in her gaze, which is understandable. Anyone who has witnessed my transition or seen me in my different forms gets a mind-bending experience.
I can’t give her answers, not here, not today. Nobody’s supposed to know what I can do. I’m a rumor at best. And that’s exactly how the Empire wants it.
But instincts are taking over now. Her soul recognizes mine. Just as mine recognizes hers. It doesn’t matter what I do or what she does, where we are, or what happens to us. Deep down, we will always know each other.
A rush of euphoria crashes through me, and I sway on my knees.
I’ve always been a loner, a misfit. Not on the outside, where I always strive to blend in. Where I have friends, mostly alphas and betas that I’ve worked with in the field. My parents are long gone. And still, I’ve never truly belonged. I’m not a regular dynamic. I don’t fit neatly into any caste.
I’ve never even met another of my kind. Probably wouldn’t know what the fuck to make of them if I did.
I’m constantly changing. My body type. My face.
I keep everything neutral. Maybe because I don’t know what true me looks like anymore.
To be a zeta is to be ever-shifting. Maybe it has been happening my whole life without conscious consideration, presenting a pleasing, if forgettable, outward appearance.
But for the rest of humanity, the Uncorrupted and the Empire alike, so much of their perception is tied to the face and form of the person.
Esme sees past all of it, sees what no one else does. She is the only one who can. Not the soldier, and the temporary controller, and not the enemy.
She sees me.
My hands tremble as they skim down to her waist then up to cup her tits. I squeeze them. I’m a little rougher than I intend to be. But this is my woman, she put herself in danger, and I’m just a little fucking wired. I lower my lips to her throat and nip against her skin.
She moans softly, her chest arching, pushing into my touch. The scent of her arousal permeates the air: sweet, tangy, like a little peach just waiting for me to feast on. My dick starts dribbling pre-cum over her plump, perfect ass.
I want to do bad things to her.
Correction, I’m going to do bad things to her.
But not like this. Not in this body. No that punishment anyway. That will come later when we’re out of this tainted environment. I can’t even blame her for following me. She disobeyed orders, sure. But something’s been off about this whole operation from the start, and none of that is on her.
I ease her forward, my fingers cupping the back of her neck, pushing her forward until her forehead meets the soft surface of the nest.
“Close your eyes,” I bark. “Don’t look at me. Don’t open them. Understood?”
She nods again—her body trembles.
It’s better like this. Better to focus on my soul and not the shell I’m wearing.
I release her tits and slide lower to cup her hips. Fuck, she’s so tiny. I squeeze the plump flesh. The scent of her arousal floods the air. It’s not for him. It’s for me. A purr rattles in my chest. I need a fucking taste.
A gasp escapes her as I drag her ass up to my mouth. And feast. Bury my fucking head between her legs. I want her scent all over me. I can’t get enough.
“Oh god,” she mutters weakly. “Please!”
I growl. My reward is a fresh gush of slick. I’ve got my tongue up inside her. My breathing is labored. I want to suffocate myself in this hot, welcoming place.
I need to get closer to the source. I drop her back to the nest. Tumble her onto her back. She plants one hand firmly over her eyes.
Good girl. Keep using your senses. Keep your eyes closed.
My dick… the fucking monstrosity that’s hanging between my legs is fully engorged and pointing like a heat-seeking missile.
I need some relief. I swing over her on all fours, swiveling so my dick is directly over her face and my mouth right next to her juicy cunt.
“Suck me,” I command.
My words make her jump, but then her tiny hand wraps around my length and she strokes.
Fuck! That feels good.
My head is right back between her legs and I’m eating her out, growling and grunting. Her sweet little tongue licks the laps at the head of my cock as she slowly pumps her fingers.
It’s fucking amazing.
But I need more.
I drag my mouth from my food reluctantly. “Suck it, omega. Right now.”
She does, and, goddammit. I’m ready to nut, and all she’s done is stuff the head into her hot little mouth.
I go back to her pussy in a frenzy. Fingers biting into her soft thighs to keep her still. I need the distraction or I’m going to blow way too soon.
She shudders under me, her hips rocking, ass dancing around.
A vision pops into my head of her tiny little mouth stretched around my dick.
Rumbling my approval, I close my lips around her clit and suck.
She groans around my cock.
I stuff my fingers in her sopping cunt just in time as she spasms all around them. So much slick gushes out that I teeter upon the brink of a frenzy, gorging on her.
Can’t. Hold. Back.
My cock pulses, my balls tighten. And I’m still feasting on her slick cunt as I unload.
She makes a choking sound. I find the presence of mind to lift my hips.
My breathing is ragged. Hers is ragged, too… and her cunt’s just right there in front of me glistening.
Cumming didn’t even take the edge off. I need to open her up or my dick’s never going to get in here. I push three fingers into her slick channel, rewarded when she squeezes over them.
That’s going to feel fucking amazing around my cock.
Her fingers close around my cock again, and her tongue swirling around the head before she sucks me down.
“Good girl. Let me open you all up.” I ease her legs wider. My face is close to what I’m doing, giving me the perfect view. These hands are fucking massive. Getting three fingers inside her is a stretch. But I don’t care how much of a strain it is, my dick is going in here.
This isn’t even about faking it for the silent watchers. I just need to be inside her, to claim her, soul to soul.