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Then I’m coming too. Everything about this is very intense, from the way my own hand feels on my cock and the way he twitches in my mouth, and it intensifies my orgasm to the point that it feels like there’s nothing I can think about. I can feel nothing but pleasure, each one of my senses muting until I’m barely able to stay on my feet, cosmic fireworks exploding from my abdomen through the rest of my body.
Fuck, if this is how it is when I’m just jacking myself off with his dick in my mouth, how is it going to be when I get to fuck him?
I need to make sure Atlas keeps him alive, even if just for that.
He moans softly, a low, desperate sound in the back of his throat. I pull away from him, a smirk on my lips as I wipe him off my mouth. “You taste fucking amazing,” I say.
His eyes darken as his hands turn into fists. “Wish I could say the same about you.”
“Don’t worry,” I say as I get to my feet and remind myself that this is my job, and this man is my target. “If you’re good, I might let you get on your hands and knees for me again…on a soft blanket this time.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
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ATLAS
We spend the night in bed together, with me breeding Penn until she’s exhausted. At first, I’m still a bit nervous having her here, not knowing if she’s going to slit my throat in my sleep…but I don’t much care.
Having her here is good enough that I could die a happy man.
I wake up in the early hours of the morning, light filtering through the narrow windows lining the ceiling of my room. I used to have a full view of the valley, but ever since I lost faith in those around me, I haven’t been able to sleep anywhere that I feel exposed. That Penn is here—and that I managed to sleep at all—is somewhat of a miracle.
She’s curled up on my chest, her platinum hair fanning out over my skin. I smooth it back from her face and her eyelashes flutter as she wakes, rolling her neck and stretching out her bare legs against mine. She meets my eyes with a smile, sleep still clouding her gaze.
“You didn’t kick me out,” she observes.
“I’ve decided to trust you,” I reply.
She props herself up on her elbow and looks down at me, her brow furrowing. “That fast?”
“I had to weigh my options,” I say. “I could continue to keep you at arm’s length when I clearly wanted you…or I could take the risk and let you in. And I trust that Keon wouldn’t have let you into my inner circle if you meant me any harm.”
“I don’t know if I would trust Keon’s risk assessment skills,” Penn laughs.
“Surprisingly enough, he usually knows what he’s doing,” I say. “Speaking of which…he wants to meet with us.”
“So he got something out of our prisoner?” she asks.
“He did,” I say. I reach out to run my fingers through her silken hair, and she leans into my touch as my voice hardens. “How long have you known he was with the Diavolo Family?”
She bites her lip. “I didn’t until last night,” she says. “He told me he wanted to make a deal with the Ganivets for amnesty. I didn’t even know he was Gifted; in fact, you probably know more about him than I do.”
I think back to the story that came out of Solis a year ago: a deadly shootout resulting in the fatality of a higher-up in the Diavolo operation. Corvus had been the one who was supposedly killed, but the carnage had been bad enough that a body was never found.
“We thought he was dead,” I say. “I guess he staged the whole thing so he wouldn’t attract attention when he joined our operation, and he’s been trying to get close to me ever since. What surprises me is that he has such a close relationship with the First Wave.”
“I don’t think my people really understand how things are here,” she says. “We always just assumed aliens would have some kind of government—not the mob setup you have here on Aelydon. So when the Diavolos said they were the official government of your people, we believed them.”
“There’s chaos everywhere in the galaxy,” I scoff. “Most of all, here.”
She rests her head on my chest as I stroke her hair, the two of us lost in thought. Finally, curling her fingers against my skin, she says, “Are you going to kill him?”
“Corvus?” I say. “Hm…he might be more useful as a bargaining chip. Or at least that’s what Keon tells me.”
“But you want to,” she concludes.
My grip on her tightens slightly—not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to show her that she’s mine. “I don’t like other men touching what’s mine without my permission.”
