Rathyn looks almost surprised, but Eissa doesn’t. He smiles again and pushes the contract toward me. I can see where he’s put in the changes—the limited orgasms per day.
Rathyn doesn’t look happy, but he extends his finger to sign in a script entirely alien to me. I sign my name in English, then Eissa takes the tablet back, and it chimes when he processes the forms.
“You will both receive a copy. And tomorrow, you may adorn him,” Eissa tells Rathyn.
“He maywhattomorrow?”
Rathyn looks at me, assessing my expression. Then he lifts his hand and his thumb presses on my chin until my lips part. He slips a finger inside. “Perhaps here.”
“Excuse me,” I say, words slightly garbled. “What there?”
He flicks his own tongue out, showing off his barbells, and it hits me.
The shock is almost too much, and for a second, the edges of my vision go white. “Oh, fuck no. No. Absolutely fucking not.”
Eissa lifts his brows. “You have agreed to an adornment.”
Did I? Jesus fuck, I didn’t read the contract closely enough. I meet Rathyn’s gaze. “We will talk about this later.”
“Tomorrow,” he says. “Tonight, we will return to our quarters?—”
“Yeah, no. I need to pack my shit and talk to my roommate since I’m moving out.” And try to prevent him from killing me.
“He can try,”Rathyn growls in my head.“He will not succeed.”
“Get out of my fucking head,” I grumble back.
Eissa startles at my words, then shoots Rathyn a glance with wide eyes before speaking rapidly in their language. Rathyn says nothing, but eventually he nods.
“Take care, human,” Eissa says to me before he and the other man stand up and leave the room.
This time, they don’t thank me for my service, which I suppose is just as well. I’m not really helping the country or the monster population anymore, am I? Now I’m the Vyastil commander’s personal cum bank.
For as long as I’m, apparently, virile or until my cum expires. Not sure which sounds worse.
ten
EVEREST
Rathyn absolutely refuses to let me go back to my place on my own, and it’s the only reason I’m glad Zane isn’t home because he would get arrested for assault right now if he were.
Or he’d be goo under Rathyn’s massive, clawed feet.
Either way, it wouldn’t be good.
Walking in, I realize I haven’t seen or even bothered to look for my phone since last night after work, and I know there’s probably a barrage of panicked texts from Zane asking me where I am.
The shitty part is that he’s going to find out what’s going on in the worst way. I have no way of breaking this to him gently, and the only thing that’ll save me from any of it is knowing that the contract is already signed and there’s nothing he can do about it. It’s not a great feeling. He’s going to be hurt, and it makes me feel like a shitty friend.
But I also know he’d never understand.
Rathyn is right behind me as we walk inside, and he sniffs, grimaces, then looks from side to side. “Is there more to these quarters?”
“My bedroom,” I point to the door on one wall. “Zane’s room is through there,” I point to the other.
“And this is it? You work at the meat factory?—”
“Hot dog stand!”
