I hear the sounds of a fight coming from another part of the ship. The lounge, specifically, which sounds like it is being demolished by two aliens using one another as flesh wrecking balls.
“What’s happening?” I sit up, concerned.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Sharp says soothingly. He is somewhat overshadowed by bellowing.
“She’s notyours!”
My stomach clenches. The happy, silly, dreamy sex state fades, leaving me cold and even shivering as adrenaline crashes through my body. I do not like the sound of conflict. I do not enjoy my mates being aggressive to each other.
They’ve never fought over me before. Ever. But now that there’s this breeding thing at hand, they’re like animals. Aggressive, jealous, selfish. They want their seed inside me so badly they’ll do anything.
I get up.
Sharp pushes me back down on the bed.
“Don’t get in the middle of it,” he says. “They need to sort this out between themselves.”
Like fuck they do.
I feel a surge of anger at being made to feel helpless. I’m not going to let them act this way. They might be allegedly dominant, but that doesn’t mean they get to do just anything.
There’s a roar of rage from the lounge. Sharp turns toward it. While he is distracted, I snatch his sword from his belt and run to the lounge. It’s only a matter of steps to get there, and I have activated the weapon on the way. He doesn’t risk grabbing for it now, knowing it could easily cost him a hand or an arm.
He might be pissed at me about this later, but right now I have to put an end to all of this.
Kronos and Boss are locked in combat on the floor, rolling around like a couple of wrestlers. I jump up on them, using them as my footing and shout at the top of my lungs.
“Enough!”
I stand over my bloodied mates, the tip of the sword hovering between them. If I get a spasm in my arm right now, someone dies.
They look up at me. I can see the fury in Boss’ eyes. His rage is what started this fight. Kronos is trying to hold his own, but he’s exhausted from the marathon fuck session we just engaged in. The same one that makes me ache even as I stand here in my grass-stained nightgown, still sticky with his seed.
“I told you to stop,” I say, my voice surprisingly controlled, even to me. “I meant stop.”
“Pet, give me back the sword,” Sharp says. “Carefully.”
“In a minute,” I reply. “I want to get a few things straight. I might be your pet, but I’m not a helpless stupid animal.”
“Nobody said you were stupid,” Boss grunts. He’s been trying to gore Kronos with his horns. I can see a few long scratches on the barbarian, and Boss’ horns are tipped with blood. He’s absolutely savage when he wants to be. My stomach does thathorrible flippy clenching thing again as I realize he might actually kill Kronos over this.
“You don’t fight over me,” I tell them. “You fightforme.”
“What do you mean?” Kronos grunts, pushing Boss away from him so his horns don’t penetrate his chest.
I kick Boss in the shoulder. Not hard. Hard enough to get his attention. “Get off him,” I say. “And do it slowly, or I’ll use this on you. I hate this. I hate what you’re doing.”
My voice trembles with enough emotion that I at least come across as unstable, which is useful on this occasion. Nobody wants to mess with an emotional woman holding an atomic sword.
“Get. Off. Him,” I snap, when Boss doesn’t move quickly enough for my liking.
Boss shifts a little. They’re both still beneath me. I have a foot on each of them. But the conflict is at an end, and they both look a little ashamed, if I am reading them correctly.
“Don’t ever do this again,” I growl down at them. “I hate it. It makes me want to cry. Is this why you followed me around the galaxy all this time? So you could be the first to knock me up? Is that all I am to you?”
Now they really look ashamed.
“Pet…”
