Jord was a fucking giant. And a lunatic. With a monster fucking cock.
He’s also dead. But for now, I have to be him. So slip into character, as abhorrent as it is. I’m an alpha inspecting the toy, nothing else.
But my hands are shaking. And as I toss the last piece of clothing aside, I’m not sure which side of me is in charge anymore. My emotions are in constant flux. Not a chance I can shrink the beast swinging between my legs.
It’s not even fully erect yet, and I can tell it’s a grower.
Fuck!Think about something else, Zeb!
Panic enters her eyes. She’s thinking about flight, although there’s nowhere to go. The door is locked with my palm print, and it’s the only one that will open the door.
My growl is low and primal. A warning. It says:you’re about to get fucked.Her body responds, heedless of her fear, pumping out slick, saturating the nest with it. I don’t want to frighten her, but Ihaveto put my hands on her… and this tree trunk insideher… I need her on board or I’m going to tear her in two. If I don’t do this, the shits watching this will be quick to report my ass and mark me down for closer surveillance. If they do, we’re never going to get off this ship.
I have to do this if I want to save her. Too deep down the rabbit hole. Couldn’t let any other fucker touch her. We’re both caught in the same net. I’m an actor, playing a role.
She’s an omega, vulnerable, on her knees.
Mine.
Yeah, that crazy son-of-a-bitch feral beast she’s woken up is still at the helm, telling me this is my mate.
I drop down behind her. My body dwarfs hers. She’s trembling, trying to be strong.
I’m sorry, baby.
She flinches when I touch her, my hand skimming over her shoulder. So fucking soft. I feel like the lowest form of scum noticing how her skin feels, while she’s braced for pain.
When my touch stays soft, she glances over her shoulder, her eyes wild, filled with confusion.
I brush my fingertips up the side of her vulnerable throat and carefully circle it.
Sweat breaks out across my skin. She softens. I apply just the slightest pressure, the way an Empire controller would, letting her feel my power, but also my care.
Esme
There was a brief moment when I thought I might have gotten to him, but then it passed, and he stripped down, revealing the terrifying man beneath the ugly, Uncorrupted uniform. He’sa mountain. I swear Jord has grown even bigger somewhere between leaving the holding cell and entering the nesting chamber.
Ridiculous, right?
And his cock… I shudder. No wonder that omega ended up in a regeneration tank for a week. Just fitting it in would involve rearranging internal organs.
Only, as he kneels behind me and closes his fingers around my throat in a move all too reminiscent of Empire controllers, I’m off kilter. He’s not the crazed alpha Ashanti cautioned me about. Maybe the rehabilitation worked?
I can only pray.
For the moment I feel like we’re both poised at the edge of an impossible drop. Not a hint of emotion escapes him. He’s pure ice. But underneath? There’s a crack so small no one else would hear or see it. My instincts trip over each other.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t how Uncorrupted alphas behave.
Then again, what do I know?
My predicament is terrifying; my soul crawls into the corner of my mind, detaching me from proceedings, but nowhere near enough… The bottom line is I don’t want to die today.
His hand remains steady. Possessive, but also light.
I’m so confused.
