Chapter 9
Rexus
Ifled. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Well, not to myself at any rate.
What was a male to do when the woman he courted specifically to fuck was standing there all cute and smelling good? She was here for my ruts, not for me to throw over my shoulder anytime I wanted.
So, I did the only sane thing a male in my position could do. I ran back to my apartment to settle my nervous system before I burst into her space and pinned her to the bed.
The hot look she gave me at Headquarters flashes through my mind, and I try not to read into it. It is good she finds me attractive, right? She isn't afraid of me, as some of the humans had seemed. She seems open to my touch.
I close that train of thought down. Not going there. Not yet.
My rut is due soon. It isn't clockwork, like some are. It's a hormonal cycle that can be sped up or slowed down with certain stimuli or management tools. But her presence is going to be a test of will.
I tear off my coat and throw it over the chair before I begin to pace my domicile as I try to shove the rising heat down.
I had not anticipated wanting her outside of a rut, but the attraction had been instantaneous.
I close my eyes and tip my head back, trying not to think of the messages we've exchanged during the courting period.
The teasing. The photos. Oh fuck, the photos.
My groan echoes through my domicile as I try to will my cocks back down. It's almost a relief when my communicator beeps. I'm technically off-duty for the next two days so I can get the human settled in, but we're always on call in case of emergency.
We should do a test run.
You know, to make sure everything works.
I stare at the words, not sure I comprehend the meaning. She can't possibly mean…
A test run?
Yeah, I've never fucked anyone with two dicks before. Like, how does that even work?
Between one heartbeat and the next, I'm out of my domicile and across the hall. My cocks are straining against my pants. I knock once and brace my arms on the door frame to keep myself from letting myself in.
It only takes a second before the door slides open and exposes Rosie.
She looks different than she had before.
The puffiness must have been a result of her outerwear because she's all rounded curves now.
She wears some sort of cut-off bottoms that show off thick legs and a dark top that barely contains her breasts. I want to bite the curve of them.
"You want to know how my cocks work?" I say, my voice low.
"You know, for science." Rosie runs a hand along the bare expanse of belly, and my eyes lock in on the movement.
"Anything for science."