“I left my blade in the bathroom,” he said. “May I borrow yours, sir?”
Aeron nodded.
He drew his knife and handed it over.
CHAPTER 19
Rona bolted upright on the bed, her wide eyes fixed on the knife in Zeth’s hand.
“What is that for?” she asked.
Zeth smiled sweetly, an innocent angel’s smile.
“We have to break your seal.”
“Myseal?”
It took Rona a moment to understand what the young Merc was referring to. As soon as she did, a jolt of adrenaline sent her scrambling backwards across the bed. Before she could get very far, Aeron and Murdok were there on both sides of her, holding her firmly in place.
“Do not be afraid,” Zeth said, kneeling on the bed in front of her. “It will only hurt a little. Far less than thetraditionalmethod…”
With his free hand, he gripped his hard cock and shook it.
“This is a blunt instrument,” he said. “It can only tear you. But this…” He held the knife up in front of his face. “This will be much cleaner.”
Rona clenched as she stared at the weapon. The damn thing was so big it would have looked like a sword in the hands of an ordinary man. The blade was broad and serrated near the base, but the tip of it tapered off into a crescent as thin and sharp as a talon. The steel was polished to a mirror finish, and Rona could see her own horrified expression reflected back at her.
Zeth licked the end of the blade. Then he turned it over and licked it again.
“He’s cleaning it,” Aeron said.
“With his spit?”
“We Mercs have antiseptic nanites in our saliva,” he explained. “It will also help stop the bleeding and make it heal almost immediately. Now just lie back and relax. It will all be over in a moment.”
So that was why Murdok had kissed her cut.
The Mercs guided Rona down onto the bed. As soon as the knife had come out, she had closed her legs. Now the Mercs pried them open again. Zeth moved into position. Rona squeezed her eyes shut and clutched at the sheets. Her heart was in her throat.
“Good girl,” Zeth’s voice purred, so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin. “Now, I need you to hold perfectly still.”
Rona could feel his fingers between her legs, carefully spreading her labia. Then his tongue was there, licking her inside and out, coating every inch of her with his saliva. Rona’s body wanted to buck and writhe with pleasure, but the other Mercs’ hands kept her pinned in place.
“Perfectly still,” Zeth whispered.
For a moment, Rona felt nothing. Then…
The young Merc had told her true. It didn’t hurt very much at all. She could feelsomething, but it wasn’t pain, not exactly. Only a kind of loosening, an opening, and then a trickle of something hotter than Zeth’s saliva or her own seeping arousal. Zeth kissedher between the legs again, working his tongue inside her before finally pulling back.
“It is done,” he said.
Rona opened her eyes. Zeth was kneeling between her open thighs, all smooth skin and hard muscle. The knife was still in his hand, but now the very tip of it was tinged with scarlet. He threw it, and the blade embedded itself deep in the expensive wooden headboard behind her. Rona gasped, then gasped again as the young Merc fell upon her and mounted her.
“Be gentle,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He was, for the most part. He didn’t enter her all at once. He took his time with it, teasing her with his tip until she blossomed for him fully. It hurt a little when he started to go deeper and her walls stretched around him, but her need was more important than the pain. She spread her legs as wide as she could, begging him to go deeper still. He accepted her invitation and pushed farther inside, until there was nowhere left for him to go. He held himself there, not moving, just letting her feel every magnificent inch of him within her, hot and pulsing with desire. He brought his face in close and brushed his lips against hers.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?” he asked.
