Chapter 25
Their arrival on Henios was a flurry of activity.
As they had disembarked the new ship hand in hand, a security team was waiting, though Lena had refused to leave Screl’s side as they took him to the station captain.
Now that he was no longer Thren royalty, he wasn’t as immune to punishment as he once was, and the Alliance government was not particularly forgiving.
After much arguing from Lena—explaining the bond and how it radically affected both of them—a settlement was made, bypassing the extensive law system. Thirty days in the brig, a courtesy from the captain of the station, knowing Screl should have ended up on the penal satellite lightyears away.
He was getting off easy, and Lena was grateful, knowing the pain of separation would be far lessened with Screl still on Henios. There had been a teary goodbye, but a day later she was at the door of station security, requesting a visit with her fated.
The guard rolled her eyes, but let Lena in without too much of a fuss.
“He gets one visit a day, per the captain,” she grumbled, and Lena nodded, eagerly hurrying to the cell that contained her amoreth.
Though she could hear his voice faintly in her head while they were apart on the station, she needed to be close to truly satiate the bond.
Screl was already waiting at the window, perhaps sensing her proximity, and she pressed a palm to the glass. He met it with his own, and she felt the heat of him despite their separation.
“How are you doing?” she asked, her voice cracking as she glanced at his meager accommodations.
A simple bed and an open entryway that she assumed led to some sort of bathroom.
“I am fine,” he said, his eyes glimmering as he looked down at her. “This cell is the perfect place for meditation.”
Lena smiled, letting her hand drop as Screl did the same.
“I noticed your setup when we were back on the…” she trailed off, realizing she’d never even learned the name of his ship. “I guess it is pretty quiet in here.”
“I’ve been needing to get back into it. My mind has been a bit distracted since I met you.”
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing.
“What will you do when the thirty days are up?”
Screl cocked his head, as if the answer were obvious.
“I will stay on my ship. We have been afforded a permanent berth on the station, and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon.”
“What will you do for money?”
Screl shrugged.
“When things are settled, I will pick up some shipping routes. My ship isn’t big, but can still carry a decent load.”
“Routes?” she asked, brows furrowed.
“If I do leave, I promise it won’t be for long,” he said with a smile, trying to reassure her. “And you’re always welcome to join me.”
Lena bit her lip, joy fluttering in her chest at the thought of being near him.
She sat down on the floor, crossing her legs as Screl did the same, eyeing her carefully.
She supposed it wouldn’t be too difficult to get time off work.
Ochin had been more than accommodating since she’d returned to the bar, and she had to wonder if there was some guilt involved for pairing her up with Screl in the first place.
“You know, you could stay in my quarters,” she finally said, shyly meeting his gaze. “When you’re on the station.”
Screl’s grin beamed through the glass window, and it was impossible for her to stop from doing the same.
“I would like that.”
The dependence frightened her, even more so because she knew it went beyond the physical nature of the bonding.
Even after all that had happened, she felt comfortable in his presence, enjoyed being around him more than any she’d been intimate with.
He made her feel safe, and she knew that he would never abandon her, a thought which was growing increasingly real.
Suddenly, an image popped into her head of her splayed on the bed with metal cuffs restraining her wrists and a certain Thren between her legs. Her cheeks flushed with heat, arousal pooling in her core at the view of Screl at the apex of her thighs, her body bare and presented to him like a gift.
Now he really was grinning like a fool, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
“Just because I can’t touch you doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.”
His voice was mellow as it floated through her head, the image changing in an instant before she could even respond.
Screl, crawling up the bed and caging her to the mattress, his cocks brushing against her stomach. Then his lips were on her, his tongues giving her a taste of herself before plunging into her mouth and coiling around her own.
Back in the brig, her panties were wet, her jumpsuit entirely too warm as she reached for her zipper.
“Don’t,” the voice in her head said, and she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. “I’ll give you what you need, little human. I’ll make you come.”
Lena stifled a groan as she closed her eyes, his lower cock plunging into her dripping pussy. It was impossible to know whether it lasted minutes or hours, the fantasy playing through her head like a dream.
Before she knew it, she was orgasming right there in the brig, stifling her cries by biting the sleeve of her jacket. Her panties were soaked, her chest heaving as she opened her eyes to a blissful look from Screl.
“Time’s up!”
The shout from the guard shocked her back to reality, and she brushed herself off as if evidence of the lewd mind encounter was visible in the real world. She stood, giving Screl a wave as the guard stood near the exit with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Will you come back tomorrow, amoreth?” he asked, and it almost broke her that it was even a question.
“Of course, I’ll be here,” she said, leaning close to the glass and lowering her voice to a whisper. “Yavriel.”
Lena’s heart swelled with affection as the guard escorted her out, the image of Screl’s grin bringing her more happiness than she ever thought possible.