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Time to stop fighting.
Orion pushed a knee into the small of her back to secure her in place. Her hand flailed back to his wrist, grabbing it uselessly.
“So weak,” Orion rasped, pressing his fingers into the crease of her lips, which she had forced into a tight, resistant line. “Why does it make me want to break you all the more?”
The small sound she made caught behind her teeth until he locked his other hand around her jaw and squeezed, forcing her mouth open. The guttural whine that finally escaped her throat filled him with satisfaction. She scrunched her eyes shut as he pressed the exorin to her tongue, all spit and metal and teeth on his fingertips. She tried to bite—good—but he kept the hinge of her jaw firmly forced open in his grip. If he wanted, he could crush it.
He pressed his forehead to her temple. “Fifty-fifty shot, princess. Swallow for me now.”
Orion increased the pressure on her mouth, threatening to break bone as she resisted to no avail. He wiped the remnants from his finger on her tongue on the way out. He cupped her chin, leaving a smudge of saliva and silver on the pale skin. She looked good like that, all messed up. His thumb slid down her lower lip, pulling it down, making it flush under the pressure.
He’d been hard for hours, ever since he had her in his lap earlier that night. His knee had slid from her back and his legs were on either side of her instead, pressing himself into the tight curve of her ass.
“Swallow, Kaia,” he repeated. “It’s over.”
The protest draining from her watery eyes was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen. He parted his own lips, peering hungrily into her open mouth as the column of her throat moved, taking down his exorin. Seeing her take it threatened to rip whatever remaining shred of self-control he was fighting to retain.
Maybe he should just do it. Fuck her here, where anyone could run into them. Maybe take her back to the theater, put her on display.
But he had pushed far enough, for now. He shoved himself off her, flicking his hand to cast off the remaining spittle and exorin from his digit as she slumped to the floor, shoulders shaking in silence.
“You’ll be sleeping in my cabins from now on.”
Blood and black threads pounding in his head, Orion left while he could still force himself to let her go.
CHAPTER36
KAIA
She didn’t know how long she sat there, only that it was long enough for the wall to dig bruises into her spine and for her legs to go numb as she hugged them to her chest. It was long enough to register people leaving the chamber from before, most either not noticing her in the side passage or glancing and not paying her any mind. Too fucked up to care.
“Kaia, right?”
She saw the silk slippers first and looked up despite the ache in her neck to see the waif from before standing over her. Someone loitered behind her, craning their neck. With a flick of the waif’s wrist, they disappeared.
Kaia didn’t react as the girl bent down, crouching at eye level with her hands on her knees. Her open-legged stance looked strangely incongruent with her elegant demeanor. Kaia knuckled at her eyes to wipe away the traces of dried tears.
“Hey.” Her voice was soft as she reached out to cover Kaia’s hand with hers. “I saw what happened.”
Kaia clenched her teeth, extracting her hand. “Which part? The part where he forced himself on me, or the part where I let him?”
The waif shook her head. “The part where you fought.”
“A lot of good it did me.” Kaia barked a dry laugh. “Who the fuck are you anyway?”
“Cyphea. I kind of run this place,” she smiled.
Kaia’s eyes snapped to her face, studying the young, unlined features. “You’reZenith’scommander? How old are you?”
“Old enough to understand.” The girl—no, woman—reached out to brush a finger along Kaia's cheek, and Kaia really wished she would stop touching her. “Colossalis the only colony running on uhyre blood, girl. You signed up for—”
“I know I fucking signed up for this,” Kaia snapped.
“You signed up for a challenge. And I’m sure you were expecting this to happen, eventually. Now that it did, you can move forward.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that? Give in and let him break me?”
It was the commander waif's turn to frown. “Oh, no. You don’t break. Not ever. Sometimes you just bend a little to get what you want. An uhyre’s passion is violence, but it’s also power. If you’re smart, you can play him like a fiddle. You look smart to me.”
