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We could have been mating right there in the car. I could have sunk my teeth right into his flesh, but he dared flip me over, so my back was to his chest. Dared to press my wrists together and hold them captive in his grip, as I hissed at him to let me go.
Chuckling at my ear, he nipped the lobe hard enough I yipped. “We are almost there. You cannot have me until your work is done.”
The vehicle landed, and the door opened to chilled night air. The wafting breeze did nothing but enrage me.
Disgust me even.
Cyderial tried to pull me from my seat, to lead me by his grip on my wrists to the door of his home, but I set my teeth and braced.
The place was all wrong, and I told him so. Beating my own internal drum in a tempting purr so he might come back to me in the tight confines of the hover car.
“Cyderial—” I gave him the smile of a starved, eager female. “—I told you to take me home.”
Closer to the earth, where it would be dark and warm, where fog might trip over my tongue.
His pretty house was not my home. It didn’t smell of damp nor swelter when the weather was perfect. There were not enough dark corners nor secluded spaces.
All of it was so human.
The condition coming over me wasn’t human in the slightest. Animal drive demanded I find the perfect dark cave.
Calling to my mate, I felt more vorec than I ever had in my life. “My little room with my little bed. I need my pink rock and my secrets. I cannot stay in your gilded tower.”
At my words, his pupils began to dilate, green eaten up by black. In words rough and guttural, he warned me, “If you choose to build your nest at the academy, you will not be inclined to leave it until our child is born. Are you sure you do not wish to stay here?”
Frustrated that he told me to tell him what I needed, then dared question my request, I lost my smile, I lost my purr, and I lost my patience. “There is no fog here! It’s too far from the ground. The air smells wrong. Need I go on?” How could he not understand I wanted what I wanted, and he had to give it to me? “Fuck me on your office floor, if that is what it takes, but I cannot stay in this wrong place!”
Purring as he poured himself back into the car, he eased over me, promising, “I have soft things there that I gathered for you, just in case. A room full of my scent, where I have slept for the last ten years. The door locks soundly, and it is dark and quiet.”
Yes, that was what I wanted. Nodding, I smiled, relieved when the door shut and his weight pinned me down to his now-torn seat.
The vehicle descended at record speed, the pair of us weightless and entwined in the freefall. The landing was soft, the driver careful.
Yet even through the wall between the cab of the vehicle and the flight deck, I could hear the soldier notify the academy of our arrival, warning Cyderial would be in“the rut.” Demanding that the halls be cleared for recruit and instructor safety, and authorizing lockdown to follow our arrival.
I was no threat to anyone, except perhaps Cyderial… who still refused to release my hands from his grip.
But he was already showing his teeth at the partition between where we lay entwined and the man responsible for our safe arrival. The sounds he made were animalistic, his movements jerky.
Rubbing my cheek against his, I said, “Take me inside. Feed me good things.”
Cyderial’s driver was wise enough not to open the door and remain safe in his cockpit, my general making no secret of his interest in violence toward the man.
And that excited me to the point a gush came from between my legs. Slippery and smelling of my need, it wet my thighs and his groin where I rocked against him.
Yet, still, I was plugged, what he had already given me sloshing from my jerking attempt to climax against his groin.
Breath caught, I achieved my goal.
The first time I had ever brought myself to release alone on purpose. But it was not enough. My slit swelled for want of attention, my insides undulating a squeezing pulsation around the waxy plug keeping me full.
Sounds fell from my mouth of unmet need and pleasure all at once. Whines and moans, hitched breaths, and velvet sighs.
Cyderial, fumbling with the door, still refused to release my hands. Payment for such treatment left my teeth catching his shoulder, where I bit down with all the force of my jaw.
He made such a sound when his blood flooded my mouth that I knew he was close to ejaculating. So I tore at the wound with my teeth, warning him that every last drop of fluid was mine.
I heard the sound of ripping metal.
