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“You’re mine, Magdalena. Mated and marked. With both my cocks. Mine. Forever.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
MAGGIE
Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows of Maggie’s apartment. She slept on her stomach, not her usual position. When she turned onto her side, every muscle in her body protested.
Not ready to wake, she closed her eyes and drifted off, hoping Zirkov would return to her dreams.
When she opened her eyes again, she was staring at a blue-skinned back. Her eyes darted up to the head and horns.
No! It wasn’t real, it was only a dream!
She shot straight up in bed. She had no clothing on!
Maggie yanked the sheet over her breasts to cover herself. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Zirkov rolled over. “Is that your way of asking for more so soon?”
More? That smile on his face… He never smiled at her. And she was so fucking sore, and naked. In bed with him!
He cupped the back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. She tried to pull away, but he held her, his tongue pressing against her lips, until she opened for him.
What had she done?
Had she been drinking? She dragged the sheet with her as she raced to the kitchen. The bottle of wine rested in its usual spot on the counter. Unopened, next to the roses. Everything was normal, except she’dsleptwith Zirkov!
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She spun around, nearly losing the sheet when she saw him standing naked in her kitchen. His body was gloriously ripped with muscles that stirred her sore pussy and her very sore…ass. Had he fucked her in the ass, too?
No, she didn’t do anal. Never had. Her eyes moved lower, and she stared at his massive cock… Cocks!
“You have two cocks.”
“Was that not clear last night when they were inside you?”
“Both?”
“Last night was my first time using both.”
“At the same time?” How did she not know this about zyanthan males?
Stupid question! It’s not the type of thing people advertise! Stay on track. You slept with him!
“Maggie, are you ill? You’ve lost four shades and you’re not making any sense.”
“I… I…have to go to work.” She raced back to her room. Clothing lay everywhere. Rather, pieces of clothing. She picked up her bra and panties, both cut down the middle.
“I’ll replace those,” Zirkov said behind her.
“It’s fine. Just… go. Please.” She picked up his clothing and shoved it at his chest.
“Don’t you remember last night, Maggie?”
No. Pieces maybe. Fuck, did she really sleep with him? This couldn’t be happening. She had no memories, except… Going down on him. Oh my God, she’d given him a blow job. She’d started this. But why? When did he even get here? She reached further back through her memories and cried out. Pain arced through her brain, bringing her to her knees.
Zirkov scooped her up. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
