Her eyes opened. “Thank you,” she whispered.
His hands stopped midway from tugging off his nano armor. “Why?”
A small, almost indiscernible smile lifted her lips. His chest tightened, and his anger died abruptly.
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “For being kind…”
“Kind? I’m not kind.” He pulled off his shirt with a grunt. Flashes of images of all the beings he’d gored during the war slid through his mind.
“Yeah, you kind of are.”
He snarled and unbuckled his pants, and then removed his gun. “Fine. You owe me three million andmy time, which is a lot more than most people can afford. Since I know you’ll never be able to repay me with cash, you can satisfy my goddamned rut for as long as we’re working together. Do you find me fucking kind now?”
Kind?It made him want to laugh. He reached down and tugged off his boots.
She pursed her lips, sitting up. “Actions speak louder than words. Louder than grumbles, too.” Her gaze darted over him, and he knew what she saw.
A wall of muscle, built and honed by countless hours lifting weights, maintained beyond his body’s set parameters. And scars. Deep scars that never fully healed from his time at war. Kind men didn’t have scars.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his abdomen, where a particularly deep one carved a small dent in him. “This is from shrapnel, from an explosion I helped coordinate at a human sympathizer base for the other side. No one survived.”
Sliding her hand lower, he stopped it over a groove along his pelvis. “This was from a poisoned Trentian scythe held by a Knight guarding fields of grain. We set them ablaze, starving out the locals.”
Vee’s fingers clenched under his hand. He led her palm farther down, where his pants fell open, until he wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stilled under his perusal.
“And this is because of you,” he told her, his voice deepening at her touch. He released his hold and his pants slid down his hips to hang.
For a moment, she didn’t move. It was agony.
But when she did, he could’ve fallen at her feet and licked her soles, and professed dangerous and obsessive love.
* * *
His words about war saddened her but fell from her mind when Cypher placed her hand on his cock. Huge and steely hot, her fingers wrapped around him and squeezed slightly as his hand fell away.
This was the first cock she’d seen in person, the first she’d ever touched.
And she was touching it before she’d even had her first kiss.
Vee sat up straighter as the tip of it angled down. She hefted it up in her hand until it was upright.So heavy.She brought her other hand forth to hold him while she explored with the first. Heavy and big, like the rest of him.
And smooth, she mused, cupping Cypher’s perfect shaft to rub her palms up and down it. He wasn’t overly long but he was girthy. Like a fist. It made her nervous.
Butterflies filled her belly.
A low, guttural sounded her ears. She glanced up to see him with his eyes shut tight, his hands clenched at his sides, and his hair a veil around his face. He was huge and towering over her. Vee moved her hands up and down his cock faster.
His lips twisted, and his breathing grew labored.
Power returned to her all at once. Heady, erotic, much-needed power.
She pressed her lips softly to the broad head of Cypher’s cock and gave it her first kiss. He groaned her name.
She dabbed her tongue to where buttery precum released and licked the slit.
“Vee,” he rasped again.
Emboldened, she slid her tongue across his cock’s head.
