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Myla
Zeno releases me to Tekil. Wrapped in his loving arms, I close my eyes, loving his caresses on the nape of my neck.
Zeno gives Tekil a look , and I know they are speaking privately. Then Zeno and Vi’del follow Bastian down the corridor.
“Where are they going?”
Tekil kisses the top of my head. “To help Bastian on the Cadus ship.
Why would anyone hire the Cadus to capture or kill Tia? I wonder. It must drive her mates out of their minds. I only hope the three of them can find something…
Leaning back, I smile while staring into Tekil’s beautiful eyes. He looks so different now.
“You did it,” I say softly.
He changed from half-shifted and now he’s in his natural, all sexy and true form. I thought he was handsome before, but now …I fight the urge to fan my face.
Is it hot in here?
“I did.” He smiles lovingly down at me. “Seeing you in trouble…I could not bear it.”
“So, you let go.”
Let go of the Kintue ways and fully embraced who he is now…
“I let go.”
Taking in his drop-dead gorgeous form, a grin spreads across my face. No more tuffs of hair on those broad shoulders, no more oddly bent legs…
Others step around us, rushing to the dead and injured, carting them off to Medical for either treatment or disposal, but I don’t care. Emotions boil up just looking at Tekil. Ever since I’ve known him (which admittedly is not very long), he’s struggled with his differences.
“Let’s get out of here,” Tekil says, tugging my hand.
Sounds good to me.
My nerves are still on edge, my fingers hurting a little. At least the claws receded, and my hand looks normal. Tekil must have read my mind as he gently runs a finger over the tips.
“What will happen to Andred and Hitak?” I ask.
Hand-in-hand, we head away from the carnage.
“I am not sure. But I doubt the others will allow them to live on Taugon, after threatening Tia, and you.”
“So they will be allowed to leave?”
“I would suppose so, yes. Their issues are with the Ruling Quad and if they are allowed to leave, then perhaps they may yet find peace and happiness.”
“I hope they can.”
As soon as we enter our quarters, Tekil spins and clutches me to his smooth, muscled chest.
“I was so afraid that we would lose you.”
“I’m okay. Promise.”
He takes my small hand in his own large one, inspecting it again before planting a tender kiss on my fingers. “I cannot believe you changed.”
“Me neither. I mean I knew that the Acradidia had changed me—I could feel the difference. There were so many times I should’ve cowered away; instead I challenged them.”
Threading his hands through my hair, his lips glide tenderly over mine before becoming more demanding.
Tekil is already naked, so I simply shove my pants down in a frenzy, then momentarily break the kiss to yank off my shirt.
My hands roam every inch of his body within reach until I grip his erect cock. Feeling emboldened from the small change, I break the kiss, look him in the eyes and say, “Project this.”
“Project wh—”
I drop to my knees and suck his length deep into my mouth, until it bumps the back of my throat. He moans, then staggers before bracing one hand against the wall. This only empowers me more as I try something I’ve only ever read about once…humming around his cock. Just a little vibration, making everything seem more.
Tekil growls low in his throat, grabbing my head and taking control, his hips thrusting faster and faster, almost as if he is powerless to stop.
His cock pulses, but before he comes into my mouth, he pulls completely out, lifting me from my knees and pressing me face first against the wall.
Using his leg, he parts my own legs and aligns his cock.
“Are you ready for me?” he growls.
Instead of giving me time to answer, he thrusts hard deep inside, before slowly pulling almost out and thrusting hard again. Holding both my hands above my head with one of his, he sets a slow but forceful rhythm.
Leaning in, he whispers, “I projected; I still am. Zeno is on his way.”
And then he thrusts again and again.
I’m almost there when he reaches around with his free hand to pinch my nipple.
“I’m coming!” I scream as Tekil increases his pace.
One last thrust, and he holds himself deep within as the warmth of his seed coats my insides.
When the door slides open, Zeno steps in, his eyes lingering on our naked forms, Tekil still taking me from behind.
I hear a zipppp , my eyes fly open and I watch Zeno shove his trousers to his feet. Without taking his shirt off, he steps to the side and grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
His intense gaze makes my heart quicken even more, it that’s possible.
“Never put yourself in danger again.” And then his lips devour mine with a hunger that leaves me weak.
Tekil thrusts yet again as Zeno swirls his tongue with mine, then nips my lower lip. His lips are at once strong and soft, moist and demanding as he caresses my neck and threads his hand through my hair.
A gentle tug and he exposes my neck, skimming his teeth down in tantalizing anticipation.
Tekil pulls out, releasing my hands and Zeno catches me around the waist with one arm.
“Go help Vi’del and the others,” I hear Zeno say over my head. In the silence I hear the zipppp of Tekil’s pants and then the door opening and closing.
Zeno hooks his arm under my knees and lifts me into his arms. He smells of musky androstanol pheromones—all male—as he carries me to the main living area.
Zeno sits on the couch, laying me face down across his lap.
“Oh!” I gasp, surprised as he starts massaging my ass. I feel his massive hard cock digging into my side.
“You will never put yourself in danger again,” he commands. “Do you understand?”
Lifting my head, I ask incredulously, “So, I should cower away? I don’t think so!”
Smack! He swats my ass.
“Do you understand?” he asks again, his tone a little harder this time. Not that I care.
“I am not a child to be punished!”
Smack! He swats my ass again.
“Fine!” I spat through gritted teeth. Something inside me does not like being told what to do. Not that I ever liked it before, but now…
Holding me on the couch, he loosens his grip and I turn over and face him. He looks… worried?
Nah, not Zeno. He doesn’t seem like the worrying type.
Wrapping his strong arms around me, he says, “You are mine , and I cannot lose you.”
My heart melts. Swallowing hard, I sense he’s conflicted. Trying to lighten the mood, and lessen his concern, a huge grin spreads across my face. “You won’t.”
And then I lean up and kiss him like a dying woman gasping for breath.
Zeno breaks the kiss and I see the challenge shining in his eyes. His face changes, his voice stern. “Your animal will submit.”
What’s he talking about? I don’t have an animal! I mean, I feel different sometimes, but I don’t really have an animal inside me.
“But I don’t…”
“You do, and you will learn who is dominant. On your knees.”
My lips peel back and a low growl rumbles from my throat. Zeno clutches my hair.
“There it is,” he grins. “On your knees.”
He holds my stare until I eventually avert my eyes, looking down and slightly to the left. Taking my time and internally protesting my every move, I crawl off the couch onto the floor and wait for him on hands and knees.
He takes his time peeling off his shirt. I’ll admit, I’m both turned on and a little pissed off. The anticipation is killing me. One part of me is embarrassed, the other part is saying hurry the hell up!
“If you’re not that interested…” I start to rise.
With both hands, he grips my hips and pulls me back into place. “I did not tell you to move.”
“Then stop messing around and get on with it!” The words come out somewhat guttural, and I freeze.
That’s not me…
Zeno leans down, his warm breath teasing my outer earlobe as he whispers: “I’ll get on with it when I’m good and ready.”
Moving behind me, he lines himself up with my already dripping entrance and shoves deep inside. It’s blissful relief until he sets an agonizingly slow pace. I know this is his way of asserting control over the animal he claims I have…and now I know he’s right; I do have an animal inside. One that I feel getting very, very angry.
Out of sheer spite, I rock back and forth to increase his pace.
Smack! He swats my ass and grips my hips, holding me firmly in place. Ignoring his grip, I try to rock my hips again. He stills, his tip barely inside my entrance.
My insides are on fire, and I want—scratch that—I need him to move. Just as I open my mouth to order him to do just that, I bite down on my lower lip. If I say a word, I know it will prolong what I want even more. But it’s hard not to remain silent.
He begins to move again very slowly, enough to drive me straight out of my mind. This pace must be sheer torture for him too.
Unless he actually gets off on this power trip.
Either way, it’s exhausting to keep so quiet and still, not taking what I want, not even moaning as he slowly rocks his hips and doesn’t even enter me completely. My toes curl and I squeeze my eyes shut, biting down on my lower lip. I think I taste blood.
And then I feel it: Submissiveness. Something inside has conceded to Zeno being the one in charge. How strange.
My toes uncurl, eyes blink open as my entire body completely relaxes. I still want him to stop playing around, but all at once I’m okay with not asserting my will over him. He must notice the change.
“That’s my good girl.”
And then he slams into me, taking me to the hilt and hitting that sweet spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
His rhythm increases to a frenzy and I’m on conflicting cusps of pleasure and pain. To tip me into unbridled pleasure, Zeno suddenly leans forward and reaches around, applying pressure to my-oh-so-sensitive nub.
My breathing stills and I’m free-falling over the edge of desire as the pressure builds. Then, I’m soaring through the air of euphoria as a wave of overwhelming orgasm utterly consumes me, making my channel tighten around his cock even as he continues to pump in and out, in and out...
Just as I’m floating back to my body, Zeno tightens his arm around my waist, holding himself deep inside until I feel his cock pulsing with release.
The only sound in the room is my own heavy breathing as Zeno kisses my back, right below my neck. I collapse down to my stomach, my legs and arms unable to hold me up any longer.
Zeno is still over the top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows when he gently rolls me onto my back. He plants tender kisses on my lips, and smiles.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.”
“What?” I ask, eyebrows drawn down.
“Submitting.”
“I think I bit a chunk out of my lower lip.”
Using his thumb, he turns my lip outward.
“I see,” he says, then licks it. “That will help.”
This tender side of him is a bit confusing, but I like it. I like all of it—hard, dominant, tender.
Zeno gets to his feet, leans over and lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. First stop, the sonic shower. It takes only a few minutes, and then Zeno places me naked in our bed.
Kissing my forehead, he says, “Take a nap. I need to go help the others.”
“Mmmkay.” I turn onto my side and within minutes, I’m sound asleep.