All of us are building to a climax, one that I can feel like a power surge on the flotilla. It starts below decks where some integral part of the system goes haywire, then ripples outward, bursting lights and blowing comms until the entire flotilla is a mess of static and then silence.
As she grips my hips, her nails digging in, her body winding tighter and tighter, I thrust up to meet her, giving her all of me, surging against her soft tongue as I squeeze the bedframe and taste her on the air. Kyte sucks her clit as Ceredes watches her intently, his hand moving in perfect time.
And when I reach that zenith, a peak that I never want to end, she takes me as far as she can in her mouth. My release blows everything away, my body surging to join with hers as my knot expands, and I shoot onto her tongue. She moans and draws blood with her nails as her orgasm hits at the same time.
Ceredes barks out a yell as thick ropes of come shoot free and coat her side and back, and I can feel Kyte’s release, his mouth covered in her slick and his hand on his shaft. All of us are locked in an erotic embrace, our circle complete and suffused with the sweetest of bliss. I’m still on that peak, my cock trying to give her even more, my knot demanding I give all. I can feel her try to swallow it all down, but some leaks from her mouth and down her chin.
When I can finally take a breath and look at her, I see a goddess. Eyes glazed, body sated, and soul full. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I grip her and pull her to me, tasting myself on her lips as I tongue her. Kyte turns over and bites her ass lightly as Ceredes reaches over and rubs his come into her skin.
We’re Alphas, after all. Marking our territory is in our blood. And Lana? She’s in every one of my cells, reminding me of who I am and who we are together.
Mated.
Bonded.
Forever.
May the circle never break.
14
Lana
The hallway is full this morning, everyone back to start lessons and training again. I try to ignore the gawking looks and whispers directed at me.
“Well don’t you look rosy this morning?” Tilda gives me a knowing look as we walk toward the lecture halls.
“What? No.” I clear my throat. Did I just spend the night pleasing Jeren, watching Ceredes please himself, and having Kyte please me? Sure. But I don’t look … rosy, do I?
“Secret’s safe with me.” She elbows me. “How did you duck them this morning? I figured you’d all be circled up and intimidating, but it’s just you.”
I squint. “I’m intimidating.”
“Sure, sure.” She laughs.
“I told the guys to lay off so people wouldn’t be so …”
“Freaked out? Afraid? Wary? Terrified?” she offers.
“Yeah, those things.” I shrug. “But it hasn’t seemed to work. There’s a lot of gawking.”
“Ignore them. They won’t be gawking if you one day save their asses from being turned into a cyborg. And try to work on your … what did you call it? Your ‘poke her face’. You look worried. Smooth all that off your face and present an unaffected front. Like me.”
I try to do as she says, but no, I’ve never had much of a poker face. And the more the cadets whisper and point, the harder it is for me to seem aloof about it.
“Did you practice closing off your thoughts last night like I showed you?” Tilda strides along like nothing’s amiss.
“I did, but then I fell asleep.”
“You have to get serious about it if you want to reclaim that headspace.” She gives me a half-stern look. “You can’t have your Alphas traipsing through your thoughts whenever they feel like it. How are we supposed to have girl secrets?”
I try to imagine any of my Alphas ‘traipsing’ and fail miserably.
Tilda pretends she doesn’t notice and continues, “Granterries are trained from an early age to guard their thoughts. Secrets can only stay secret if you keep them to yourself. There are plenty of species who are able to read minds, auras, or even infiltrate and change thoughts. You have to be on guard, especially now.”
“Okay, okay. I’m going to practice this afternoon. Promise.” I try not to grumble. There always seems to be something new to learn around every corner. I still feel like I’m too full as it is, the power inside me barely contained, and now I have to keep adding new stuff? On top of that, the stares are starting to make my hackles rise.
“Lana?” Onin steps from a doorway to the side of the corridor, his friendly face a welcome change from the suspicious glares.
