Chapter 3
JAY
“It wouldn’t have worked anyway, Jay,” Hex says, after he pulls me into the shower to rinse us both off.
There are only fifteen minutes left before he has to go on his mission, and I’m sulking under the water with him because I’m out of time. And because he put the dirty bedsheets into the laundry chute, so I can’t scoop up his seed and put it in my ass after he leaves.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, staring down at the glossy gray floor as water circles the drain. “And why are you so pleased that I failed?”
“I’m not pleased about any of this, Jay.”
“You’re pleased about something.” Hex’s aura is flowing white, with a hint of blue, like it does when he’s very happy about one thing, while being very sad about another.
“Well, I did take great pleasure in what we just did, and I like doing this.” He squirts shampoo in his hand and then begins lathering my hair. “I’ve missed it.”
I have to admit, it does feel really nice to have him gently cleaning me up for the first time in…
I don’t even know how long. The sensation is so pleasant I almost want to stop sulking and just enjoy it while I can.
But I am, after all, an insolent and stubborn little one.
“I wish I didn’t offer you a spanking. I should have said all or nothing. Fuck me or don’t touch me.”
“Which wouldn’t have worked.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” I snap, pulling away from him to rinse the shampoo out of my hair.
Hex gives me a hesitant look before he lathers his own hair, and we switch spots so he can rinse his, when he’s finished. The water coming down on us makes a switch too, from mildly hot to lukewarm, as the bathroom light starts blinking red, letting us know the ship’s conservation system kicked in.
“There’s something the public doesn’t know,” he finally tells me, after seconds of silence that felt like hours. “Something about Lieutenant Lory, and hybrids.”
“And what is that, Captain?” I ask, adjusting my tone real quick to make it sound respectful.
I may be insolent and stubborn, but I can behave long enough to get what I want out of him—and right now I want answers.
“He and his nestling aren’t the only ones. There are others, Jay.” He just drops that on me, and then looks smug about it as he shuts off the shower, before the conservation system can, and steps out.
“So somebody broke the ‘don’t make any more hybrids’ rule that was made after what happened to Lory, but we can’t?” Why would he tell me this? Just to piss me off?
Hex shakes his head and tosses me a towel, which is so big it might as well be a blanket to me. “The other hybrids were made before that rule.”
“And what does that have to do with us?” I ask, drying myself off before I wrap myself up in the blanket-towel and follow him out of the bathroom.
“I know because of how their DNA was altered, even if I came inside you, you wouldn’t be a hybrid after one joining,” Hex explains.
“No human who ‘joined’ with a Giver was changed after one joining. Every hybrid had at least two joinings, with two givers inside them, before they became a hybrid. That is a well-documented fact.”
“So you need four releases of Giver seed inside you to become a hybrid?”
“Precisely.”
“Well…you just came four times without even fucking me,” I point out, getting a little smug myself now. “So how hard could getting those four releases be?”
You could go two rounds with one Giver and then, boom, you’re a hybrid.
And I doubt guys like the lieutenant were able to keep going without some downtime between joinings.
It’s not like humans are built to easily take two dicks at once.
That means, as long as I can get those four releases inside me within the same day, they’ll most likely change me, even if there are hours between joinings.
“Very hard, if you’re trying to get them through two joinings with Braxton or Xan—and you couldn’t even get one joining out of me,” Hex says, like he knows he’s the weakest link among the three of them.
“So, I suggest you behave while I’m away, little one.
Focus less on forbidden things, and more on your future.
You need to prepare for your move to Earth. ”
Those words sting worse than that spanking stung my ass cheeks, and I have nothing to say as Hex pulls on dark coveralls, then socks and boots, before he ties the coverall sleeves around his waist.
NVs rarely cover their upper bodies. It’s a style choice that I’m normally a big fan of, but right now I’m tired of looking at everything I don’t have. His torso is packed with so much muscle that will never be mine, because I’m going to be a fragile human for the rest of my life.
“Behave,” he repeats, and kisses my forehead, then stands in front of his door. It whooshes open, and then he’s gone.
This is so not okay! He really expects me to prepare for a life of boring sex with human men after worshiping NV givers my first time out of the gate?
I’d have to suck off two men at once just to feel a fraction of what I felt with Hex, and preparing myself for that is the last thing I want to do. What I want is to get the two “joinings” I need out of Xan and Braxton, and that will show Hex just how insolent and stubborn I can be.