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THE SUN SHINING BRIGHTLY through the windows woke Angela.
Not only was her pussy cupped by a large, warm hand, she was intensely swollen and needy in that hypersensitive, girly spot. So turned on. There was nothing she wanted more than to thrust her sex into the hand and have him rub.
A large body was wrapped around her and it felt so...right. It had been so long since she’d been held by Zee. Even with the less human version of him, who had been scary as hell, there’d been a connection between them.
Angela caught her thoughts. What the fuck was she thinking? There wasn’t a connection between them. He saw Everly. He wanted Everly. And Angela would have to do when he couldn’t have Everly. Because who was a better substitute than her twin?
The only “connection” she felt was the surge of adrenaline flooding her system from the recent escape. She’d always gotten turned on by dangerous situations—and her hand would usually suffice. Unfortunately, it didn’t appear she had much privacy here. Not with the over-cuddly Zee.
His cuddles and inappropriate touches she remembered well.
“Good morning,” he rumbled against her hair. “So glad you’re safe. I love waking up next to you.”
Damned if she didn’t also. She’d gotten used to being with him every day. And when he’d been hospitalized in his coma, she spent countless hours with him so Everly could have newlywed time with Thane. Or, at least, that’s what she told herself.
“Your hand is in a very inappropriate spot,” she whispered.
“Is it?” His voice was casual. “Let me make you come.”
Holy mother.
Lust slammed into her body, vanquishing the leftover tendrils of foggy recollections from the day before. She was suddenly bright and alert and controlled by hormones. Her pussy throbbed with need from the heat of his palm.
“Angela,” he whispered in his deep, sex-inducing voice.
“I’m thinking,” she admitted.
“Don’t think too hard,” he said. “It’s not that difficult. It’s just us. Just you and me in this room. No one else. Nothing to ponder about.”
So tempting.
“It means nothing if we do this. Nothing changes between us,” she warned.
“Of course not,” he agreed. “I just want to give you relief. I can feel your body strumming with tension from here.”
God, was that offer tempting. So tempting. But she had to know what came next.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. My pleasure comes from taking care of my mate. Even if it’s only on paper right now.”
In a normal world, she’d find that ridiculous. However, she’d spent enough time with Zee to know he truly felt that way.
Still so tempting.
But she couldn’t. Could she?
“I’d love nothing more than to watch your body explode from my caresses. To know it’s me whose touch you crave. Even if you tell yourself it’s just adrenaline, I’ll tell myself differently. From this angle, looking over your shoulder, I can see the hard ridges of your nipples. How they’re rosy from blush and pebbled as if eager for my touch. I’d love to feel your clit throbbing with ecstasy. I’d love to feel how wet you are inside, anticipating my touch.”
She was breathing harder now, and there was no way to even mask it. But he was breathing just as hard, as turned on as she was.
“You never have to worry about me, Angela. But it would bring me immeasurable pleasure to help you reach your peak.”
It was selfish. She knew that. Maybe she’d give him a hand job after she was satisfied. Where she wouldn’t lose control and jump on the huge cock she knew he had. Because full out sex—that was a definite no. There was no way she’d live out her life as Everly the Second. No, they could quench a bit of the need between them, and hopefully it would be out of their systems by the time they got back to Xenia.
“You promise nothing changes? You don’t start insisting I’m your full-time mate?”
“You are my mate,” he reminded, kissing her neck and bringing a scatter of goose bumps over her flesh. “But I know what you mean. I promise. As soon as you’re satisfied, we go back to being friends. For now.”
That was as good as she was going to get. She had a feeling it was a sense of male pride at this point. But he’d have to understand once they returned to Xenia, he was better off to annul their farce and be free for another Xeno Sapien female to come along. One he was able to choose with a clear mind.
“Tell me what you like,” she demanded.
“With you? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, my sweet angel. I’d lick you from head to toe and everywhere in between.”
“No. I mean what you would want done to you.”
“Me?”
She could tell from the surprise in his voice that it wasn’t something he’d ever considered. And two could play at the dirty-talk game. She could get him as riled as he’d gotten her. “Do you like to have your cock sucked?”
His swift intake of breath was satisfying.
“Would you like the head explored with my tongue? Is the little hole sensitive? Should it be licked or sucked? Both? Shall I caress your balls? Would they be heavy in my hand?” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Would they tremble with my touch?”
With a growl, his finger pressed squarely onto her clit. The sensations were mind blowing. Heat blossomed, spreading to her labia, sensitizing them as they grew thicker. He parted her folds to dip into the slickness. It caught easily, spreading over her clit like melted butter.
“So wet,” he muttered. “I’d give anything for this to coat my cock. To ease my way into your snug cunt.”
She’d ignore that comment because it just wasn’t going to happen.
He began circling her clit, and she started to rock her hips up to meet his hot hand. She became aware of his cock like a steel rod against her back. She couldn’t see it, but the sheer size of feeling it prod her so insistently had her moaning. What would that magnificent, thick cock feel like deep inside her?
Maybe just once...
No.
But then, his finger gathered more hot, slick juice. “One second,” he gritted. “I have to taste you.” Before she knew it, his hand left her pussy, and he licked his fingers, sucking on each one as if he couldn’t get enough.
Then, his fingers, wet from his mouth, came back down to her clit. They felt different—hotter. A different kind of wet. Terribly naughty knowing it was from his mouth.
“Delicious,” he muttered and began working her pussy again.
They found a rhythm together, rocking, thrusting, rubbing. He even rocked in time with her like a Lamaze partner, his breaths in tune with hers, his cock dangerously close to the crack of her ass.
“Over you go,” he said and amped up his game. His hand moved twice as fast, and her clit exploded. Her body jerked, her legs stiffening, her toes curling. She sobbed—she outright sobbed, damn it, biting into the heel of one hand while the other hand clutched desperately over his hand on her sex, stilling his touch but desperately holding him to her like she’d never want his hand removed.
The long, matching groan he gave could only mean one thing. Sure enough, there was sticky warmth between them, spreading on the top of her ass and her lower back.
No need to jack him off.
He was pressing small, leisurely kisses to the back of her shoulder, the spot hyper-sensitive. She gave an involuntary shiver. His lips shouldn’t bring that much sensitivity to the spot. Was she a bit tender there? Had he bitten her? Something she didn’t feel in the heat of the moment?
Before she could reach back and feel the spot, he said, “Let’s shower, beautiful. I’m hungry. The kitchen is stocked, but I’m a sandwich kind of guy. Unless you can cook?” he sounded hopeful.
She laughed quietly, grateful that he was acting normal after what they’d just shared. Hell, the smell of their lust was still in the air.
“I cook,” she said.
“Perfect mate,” he said, pulling her out of bed. She caught the huge grin on his face. He’d said it on purpose. Just tossed the word mate in there to rile her up.
She scowled, which made him grin wider. But she knew what he was doing. Getting her heat up so she wouldn’t feel awkward over the moment they just shared. Because surely, someone’s jizz in the middle of your back should be weird, right? Unfortunately, it didn’t feel weird. It was just Zee, and she felt just as comfortable with this version as she did with the creature in the electrical pen.
She could barely walk with his huge body wrapped around her, nudging her forward to the small bathroom down the hall. She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror.
Damn if they didn’t look so right together.
She let that thought jump right out of her head as he turned on the faucet. Only on Earth-Ground was water still available as a choice for bathing, and truth was, she preferred it that way. There was nothing like the old-fashioned feeling of getting your skin wet.
When the water was warm, he helped her into the shower but squished in right behind her.
“Can’t you wait and get your own turn in after me?” she complained though she didn’t really mean it. “It’s a tight fit with you here.”
“Nope,” he said with a grin. “My cum is smeared into your back. The responsible thing for me to do would be to wash it off.”
She tried not to let him see the smile that smirked at her lips.
Truth was, she kind of liked the way he massaged her tenderly, soaping her skin. She decided to take advantage of their closeness because all of it would end as soon as they were back inside Xenia and he went back to pining after Everly. She turned in his arms, pressed her face to his chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck while he washed her like they really were lovers. Mates.
After they dried off and dressed, they crawled down the hidden stairs to the kitchen. He looked out the windows, explaining they were one-way reflective as she began making them some breakfast. He sat at the counter, and she handed him some mushrooms and spinach to chop for the omelet while she stirred the eggs and grated the cheese.
“How did you feel when you woke?” he asked. “I couldn’t neutralize the drugs in your system because it has to be done within a certain time frame after waking. And you took too long to wake fully. A lazy mate, you are.”
She ignored his last sentence. “Not bad. It’s all right. I know you would have had to do some testing to find out what drugs they had running through me. But more importantly, how did you feel when you woke from your coma at Xenia?”
His huge shoulders lifted and dropped. “Back to normal except I couldn’t differentiate between dreams and reality. I thought I had manifested a mate in my dreams. I felt disgusted with myself for being so needy. I was even more disgusted to find it was real and I was forcing everyone to play act in my dramatic little skit.”
There was silence for a minute.
“I could have killed Thane.”
“But you didn’t,” Angela whispered. “You asked them to take him away at the last minute.”
“I might have forced myself upon your sister and killed her, too.”
“You didn’t,” Angela whispered. “And you didn’t force yourself on me.”
“I fed you,” he said, softly.
She laughed. “Yes, you did. I was glad you thought to feed me with the human boxes they’d given you. I’m not sure what I would have done if your claws had brought that raw, bloody hunk of meat to my lips.”
Her teasing had the desired effect. His smile was wide, showing bright white, gorgeous teeth. Let that glorious hair down, and he could be a futuristic, dark version of Fabio.
“How long do we wait here?” Playing house, is what she wanted to say. However, it hit too close to home.
“A few days, at least. Everly’s outside the city, attending her court hearing. We chose this day to retrieve you because they would be distracted enough that we could get you out. Well, except for the small issue of the shift change.”
Angela opened her mouth, but he raised his hand to still her protest.
“Don’t worry. She’s well protected, and Thane is with her.”
“What if they cut the lights? Leave them in the dark? The cameras won’t record and they can snatch her so easily. I was wrong. I thought they wanted her and gave them that. But they want us both together. They know about her gift and they want to figure out the differences between us—why it blossomed in her and not me.”
“Shh, don’t worry. Thane controls electricity. He pulls it from the air. Even if the power is cut, he’ll be able to utilize the free-form energy to protect her.”
“I’m confused. How did Crested Ute think they had me as Everly when she was showing up in court today?”
“They think the real Angela is pretending to be her for today’s hearing. Everly parted her hair on the side and let her new bangs angle over the side of her face as if she was disguising a scar. And she wore a big, floppy hat like she wanted to remain obscure. It convinced them she was simply pretending to be Everly. But it didn’t matter because they thought their plan worked and they had drawn you both out of hiding.”
“What if the verdict is to remand her back to prison?”
“There was no correlation between her and Robyn or any Xeno Sapiens before her release and for a brief span of time after her release. There’s no way the release can be overturned. Crested Ute knew this, but as long as they got her beyond the walls of Xenia, they figure they’re successful. However, we’re waiting for them. They’ll find more security than they ever imagined if they try to take her. And then they’ll find you’re gone, too. They’ll have no choice but to destroy the facility you were being held in and slink into the shadows.”
“And Everly will be safe? She can get back into Xenia?”
“And you can. You can safely live in Xenia, too.”
“That’s if I remain your mate.”
“You will.” He grinned and took a bite of his omelet. “I have a big dick.”
