“I’m…Shit. S…sorry.Fuck…I’m sorry.” I gasp as my Inferno takes what it wants and leaves me straining for air through the erotic pleasure of filling her. “I’m sorry.”
Brynna sits back, her eyes watering, and covers her mouth. Seeing her reddened face breaks me.
This was a mistake.
17: Jorusk
I fight through my Inferno’s bliss to reach for her.
A tear breaks free and rolls down her cheek, and it cracks my soul.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, bracing her shoulders. “You didn’t have to.”
She shakes her head then nods. “I needed to kno…”
Brynna coughs embers and inhales a rattling breath. “Oh god.”
I frantically jerk my shorts back on, tie the sleeves of my race suit around my waist, then help her guide her feet back into her panties and suit.
Tapping my wristband, I call my crew. “Osiris, Jorusk. Do you copy?”
He responds as I frantically help Brynna back into her bra and her arms back into her sleeves as she coughs.
“I read you. What can I do, brother?” Osiris responds.
“We need the nebulizer. Grab the Lazariot-Drath mix Aura gave us. Brynna’s in a lot of pain.”
“On it.”
“Heading your way now.” I pick Brynna up, clutch her to my chest, and whisper in her ear. “Hang on. I’m going to go as fast as I can.”
“Okay…” Brynna’s rasping breaths quicken.
I dive over the edge of the cliff and fold my wings back so we drop fast. At the last second, I stretch them as wide as I can and brake hard. We land by the doors. I snatch up my bands and fold my wings up. I slip the shackles over the tops, knowing they will make me more aerodynamic in the hallways instead of running with sails at my back. Then I bolt out into the passage and rundown the male dorm corridor toward the distant hangars where the team is docked.
“Jorusk…” Brynna wheezes. “Can’t.. breathe…”
“I know.”Fuck!“Almost there.”
I move with every spare ounce of energy I can muster, which isn’t easy when I’m still coming down from my climax. Adrenaline helps. But my Inferno is infuriatingly quiet.
Running up the ramp, I rush us into the medbay where Osiris is ready and waiting. I lay Brynna back on the bed like she is made of glass. He straps the mist-filled mask to her face. Brynna’s hands shake as they reach up and brace the clear rubber to her nose and mouth. She drinks in the air like it is the most wonderful thing she’s ever experienced.
Osiris gets her connected to a vitals monitor so we can track her oxygen perfusion.
“Holding steady,” he says.
Brynna’s eyes release more tears, and I slump down on the bed beside hers, knowing this is going to be the end of us.
She can’t handle me.
I am too dangerous.
Sidius, Rykarn, and Vryskas run in and stop when they see Brynna on the bed, clutching the nebulizer to her face.
“What happened?” Sidius asks.
I can’t unlock my jaw. I’m not ready.
