But she craved those aches with a hunger that somehow hurt worse.
“Vytln!” She cried, her entire body tightening as she rapidly rubbed her clit, chasing an orgasm that wasjustout of reach. Dancing right on the edge.
“Yes,” he growled, the grinding rumble of his voice punctuated with her rough slap of his fist coming down to the base of his shafts. “Look how beautiful you are. Look howdesperateyou are. I should tie your hands right now and deny you this orgasm.”
“No!” She wailed, even as her pussy pulsed and throbbed, excited by the threat.
“Oh, yes. You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock or my tongue or my fingers. Enjoy this orgasm you get now. It’s the last one you’ll ever be allowed to give yourself.”
Haven screamed, her entire body locking up. The promise, the dark certainty of it, the very idea that he was the only one allowed to pleasure her, threw her over that last barrier. Something hot lashed at her feet and she opened her tightly closed eyes to see him grunting and tense, squeezing his cock as another rope of cum erupted and landed over her toes. His cum glowed red and orange and yellow, like his eyes but lesser, and it was hot on her foot. Not burning, but definitely warmer than she expected. And the sight of it there, marking her skin like his scars, sent another wave of pleasure rushing through her.
She collapsed to her side, thighs trapping her hand in place even as she had to keep her finger elevated off of her throbbing, now too sensitive clit. Vytln grunted, another rope of cum landing just short of her, lashing across the bedding. The next one landed on his own hand, glowing against his skin. But he paid it no mind as he instead stared at her with a burning, hungry gaze.
And while the first cock began to thin, it didn't shorten. And the second just throbbed harder, eager for him to keep going. Like a threat that made her shiver in frightened, eager anticipation. Like the excitement just before entering a haunted house.
Vytln smirked at her, and for the first time since she’d begun pestering him, she could see the monster that once walked free. One he’d hidden within himself to ease his own life.
Now staring at her with blatant desire.
Chapter 19
Vytln
The load up and launch of the Humility away from Cort-Valla was quick and practiced. Vytln had remained inside throughout the process so as not to be seen. Meanwhile, the others had gone through the familiar loading and take off process like nothing was unusual. They gave no hint that they knew Kldyn was there, for doubtlessly, he’d be watching them.
Tanin had sent the twins, Sorbet and Tebros, to tail Kldyn while they were on the station, but they otherwise behaved normally. There were too many peacekeepers around monitoring the supply run for anyone to do anything – either them, or Kldyn. And until Kldyn proved himself a viable threat, Tanin wouldn’t really do anything about him.
They couldn’t just go around murdering everything they disliked, no matter how convenient it might be. It would be a risk to their freedom. And that, suddenly, seemed like a much bigger threat than it had even just a few days ago.
There was no doubt in Vytln’s mind as to why.
“Do you plan to keep your female in your trap atalltimes?” Trove asked, snickering as the two worked together to load one of the supply crates.
Trove was a domini, which meant he was an annoying, overconfident, talkative, camouflaging fluffhead who had more bravery than brains. He himself was an excellent marksman. He did decently well at hand-to-hand combat, but he’d had his claws removed many years ago. The nail beds were still scared and rough from it. Domini used their claws a lot in fighting and, without them, he was weakened considerably and so relied heavily on his weapon.
He was also an oversexed idiot who enjoyed being a pain in theiretz.
“I don’t keep her in thereallthe time,” Vytln grumbled, using the controller on the storage crane on the ceiling to maneuver the crate into place on the hover that Trove was controlling.
They’d reached orbit of the planet Sinval and were in rotation with all the other supply ships. Their starship was too big to safely descend onto a planet, especially a large one with strong gravity. So, each crate had to be loaded onto landing shuttles. The shuttles were only large enough to carry one or two crates at a time as the crates were so big. The Coalition had an entire army of landing shuttles doing nothing but coming up and going back down on a near constant rotation.
Tanin had all of them helping since they needed all hands to get everything done. The entire storage room had been de-pressurized and the air sucked out so they could open the main loading doors. They were all dressed in their envirosuits, the artificial gravity still on allowing them to walk around freely without needing to worry about the vacuum of the black.
The landing shuttles would approach and back up to the open door. Sorbet and Tebros would hook onto their back and make sure they remained lined up. Then, Rok – the four armed behemoth male – would work with Tanin to attach the crate to the flat platform on the back. Once it was stable and locked, the twins would detach and the shuttle would fly off. Another would then, almost immediately, take its place for the next crate. On the bridge, Sway was coordinating with the shuttle pilots to keep things moving while Alred maintained their position in orbit.
All of them were working together. There were many delivery ships, all doing the same. All of them mismatched and old. Delivery companies like theirs, willing to take on the extra risk for the extra credz. The peacekeepers had this entire process moving like a well-oiled machine. Even Vytln admired how smoothly it was running.
He didn't like that he was partnered with Trove on loading duty, but he probably would have complained about being with any of his crew. Not for any particular reason except that he was down here and not up with his female.
They weren’t letting the females help with this. They’d probably be fine in their envirosuits, but there was something horrific and nerve wrecking about the idea of their females being exposed to open space, even in their suits.
This was dangerous. The artificial gravity was on, and they all had magtech on their boots that would keep them grounded even if it wasn’t, but it would just take one accident, one slip, and they’d be out of the ship. And it didn't seem like they were moving, but orbit was incredibly fast. And dangerous.
The open maw of the main doors looked down on a planet whose entire surface had been ravaged by fire. It was darkand desolate and scarred. A nightmare scape that was all that remained of a destroyed world.
No. Their females were not allowed in here while that door was open. They’d decided to instead all head to his workroom and chat with Haven. Specifically, because he refused to let her out yet.
She was still unclaimed. She wasn’t his mate yet. If she was out, if she was walking around not bound by his arms, then it was like she had escaped. And he couldn’t allow that. Not when he was so close to taking her.
