“Zeb, you haven’t answered me!”
I fill her in a single thrust.
She groans.
“By the way, you’re pregnant.”
“I am?!” her voice rises an octave. But her face, it tells me she already knew… at least maybe suspected.
“Yes, baby. I can’t tell you how much that turns me on. The thought of breeding you, the thought of your belly getting nice and big, and these tits.” I cup one for emphasis as I slowly fuck into her hot cunt that’s gushing and squeezing the hell out of my dick. “Fucking perfect already, but damn the thought of them allswollen… Not going to lie. I like the sound of that too… Now bite me. I want your fucking mark on me. Bite me and make it good. I want everyone to know I’m claimed.”
She moans, her lips against my throat, and then her teeth. Her cute little growl follows, low, savage, fucking perfect. And then she bites.
I cup the back of her head, holding her to me, fucking her hard and fast, an orgasm bearing down. “I love you, Esme. I adore you. I fucking worship you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much.”
Her teeth sink deeper and I can almost taste my own blood.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Zeb
“Are you sure this is the place, sir?” my driver asks as we pull up outside the abandoned warehouse that looks like it barely survived an apocalypse, a war zone relic of which I have seen many. It belongs in another city, on another planet, not here in the capital of Chimera.
“It is,” I say, giving nothing away of my purpose. My driver is hand-picked and former military. Not the kind to go running to Governor Brach every time I sneeze… He knows who I am and what I’m capable of, and what will likely happen to him if he fucks me over.
Still the moment holds a certain weight. I’m three months into my political career and already crossing lines. But I wouldn’t be a politician now, would I, if I didn’t occasionally rub shoulders with a criminal? Connections matter. And that shit goes both ways.
Besides, I knew this man before. Back when he was just a soldier. Just an over-achieving alpha like so many others.
“Do you need me to accompany you?” my driver asks.
“No. Please stay here. This won’t take long.”
I slip out, pull my real-wool coat tighter, and head into the building. My eyes land on Lucien Banner among a cluster of men. He looks every inch a wealthy business mogul, which he is.
He owns Peppermint Moon, the most prestigious nightclub on Chimera, as well as a fight club, numerous properties, and has off-planet shipping interests… which are useful given he’s also in possession of questionable, yet very lucrative, black-market pharmaceuticals that can turn non-dynamics into dynamics—yes, the Uncorrupted would kill for that...
His lips curve in a wry smile as he sees me approach.
We shake hands. “Good to see you, Zeb” he says, lifting a cigar to his mouth to take a deep draw before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.
“Likewise,” I reply. “How’s your mate?”
“Good. Pregnant again.” He glances down at the cigar. “Doesn’t like me smoking around her, so…” His grin is broad and full of perfect white teeth.
“You bagged him, then?”
“Yeah. Pulled a few strings. You now owe Ethan a favor, along with the Gecko. Not sure which is worse… They both make careers out of collecting favors, so don’t feel too bad about it.”
“It’s worth it,” I say. “I just want the son-of-a-bitch dead.”
He nods. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have hesitated, either, if it had been Madalyn.” He thumbs in the direction of a crumbling back office and walks me over.
There he is, kneeling on plastic sheeting with his hands bound behind his back. I’ve never met this piece of shit. Never heard of him, until recently. Just a theta, working quietly in a government department. One of many.
This one played a role in identifying and targeting high-value dynamics, like Lilly Brach, and my Esme.
I understand why the government might want to keep him, he could be useful, but sometimes they just need to be dead.
