Destiny. Grace Goodwin
He might get caught, but if he pulled that mate stuff with the guards, they’d probably let him go. His cock hadn’t gone down at all after our little sexy bout of fucking, so that would be all the proof they’d need. And, if he did get me over his shoulder, my Ardor would most likely start up again, and I’d want to bite his ass instead of kicking it.
Fortunately, I was new enough to claim getting lost if I were caught out here, alone. And I didn’t want to argue with Nix, nor try to fight him. For some perverse reason, the thought of hurting him was horrifying to me. And he’d fight. Argue, until he did actually toss me over his shoulder like Leo had with Trinity. So, I’d take my chances on the inside. If I were caught on the upper floors, I’d just say I got lost.
I wasn’t in the elder’s office. I was out roaming. I’d have to figure out how to explain that one, and I might get extra kitchen duty, but they didn’t kill people for wandering at night. And Elder Amandine was on my side, although she just didn’t know it. She’d ordered ‘all force necessary,’ but not with me.
My mind returned to thoughts of Nix. His scent, the feel of his cock, even the growl of his voice. Man, he had to be pissed. I had no doubt he’d be beside himself with… fury that I’d slipped away. Perhaps he’d expected me to just docilely follow him since he’d soothed my Ardor a little. But no. I didn’t need him. His cock would come in handy now and again until this Ardor was all gone, but I had a mission to complete and he’d just have to deal. So would my pussy. I just had to hope he wouldn’t be too pissed when I saw him again. And that my pussy could survive without him inside me.
I had a job to do. Find Mom. Chicks before dicks and all that.
Moving like a shadow, I made my way to the lowest level, found the laundry room, grabbed an initiate’s formal robe, put it on over my sex-stained uniform and quietly slipped into the back of one of the chanting sessions. Ten minutes later, I had a firm alibi for the evening as multiple other initiates and clerics wished me a good night once the session was over. I’d been seen. That was all I wanted.
Tomorrow, I’d tail Crayden and find out who the elder’s contact was inside the Optimus Unit. I needed to get into the place called Cell Level C, or at least find the thing. I’d have to alert Trinity, of course. Just in case I didn’t make it back out. At least that way she could send in the Neanderthals to follow up on the lead.
I made it to my room and literally passed out, a smile on my face, my pussy sore and aching.
Visions of Nix swirled like sugarplums in my head. The scent of him eddied around me. God, I smelled of sex and hot Aleran male.
Dangerous, deadly, Nix.
I wanted more. Did I ever.
Morning reminders were cut short the next day, the elder cleric distracted in a way I doubted anyone else noticed. As always, Crayden and another guard stood at her back, keeping watch on the crazy, chanting clerics.
If anyone in this room was capable of the patience and political skill required to pull off a three decades’ long coup and chase my mother across the galaxy, I would eat my boots. No way. Nothing here but children playing in grown up clothes, waiting to be told what to do. I mean, chanting? How was that going to save the world? It might as well have been Kumbaya. I sighed. But, they’d been around for eons, and as far as I knew of Aleran history, Mom was the only queen to have had ‘problems’.
When Crayden exited the room through a small rear door, I followed, keeping to the edges, moving like a shadow myself. Adrenaline pumped through my body, and with the fresh supply of energy I’d sucked off Nix like a vampire last night, I felt better than I had in days. I hadn’t exactly sucked anything from him, but I started thinking about what I could suck on him. Yet, I felt good. Revived, better since I’d arrived on this planet.
But the hunger was building again. I could feel it at the base of my spine, an ache that would become a burn, then stabbing pain. The pressure behind my eyeballs would increase until it hurt to see. My head would pound. My skin would hurt. Ache. My clit would throb with the need to come, but not be assuaged. Oh, I’d tried with my hand, and while I’d come, it had done nothing to soothe me. It had only made it worse. And now, I knew what I could have, and I began to hunger for a specific touch and heat. Dammit, it was all him.
I felt odd. Alien. For the first time in my life, I had to come to grips with the fact that I was not completely human, and that was a mind trip all its own. Earth was only half of me. A damn good half, but only half. And despite being told for years, hell, my whole life, hearing it from my mother and knowing I was not ‘Earth’ normal were two different things.
The Ardor wasn’t finished with me yet. And since I’d had a few hours of relief from a few incredible male-given orgasms, I was not eager to go back to where I’d been before Nix. I could go back to Plan A, which was a consort at the palace, but the thought made me cringe. Just, no. I didn’t want a complete stranger getting anywhere near me with his cock.
Nix had been a complete stranger, too, if I was going to get technical, and he’d gotten more than just near me with his cock. He’d gotten in me. In me so deep I hadn’t known where I ended and he began. But my pussy was not interested in technicalities. And neither, apparently, was the rest of me. Too bad. No more naughty time until we had Mom back, and I could keep Nix inside me for a week. Work now, sexy times later.
“Suck it up, Princess,” I scolded myself and slipped through the door into a very dark, very quiet tunnel behind Crayden I’d never seen before. It was cool, every surface—floor, walls, ceiling—made of a smooth gray and pink stone. The sensation of being underground was strong, but I knew that was not the case. Still, I wondered how much stone was in the arches over my head to create the deep quiet I’d only ever experienced below ground on Earth.
Once the door slid shut behind me, I closed my eyes and listened with my new bat hearing. I didn’t know exactly what the citadel had done to my sisters, but Mom had told us about the royal ‘gifts’. Seeing things no one else could see. Speed. Brain power. Fighting skills. Psychic stuff that would give us an edge over the general population. Nothing crazy. We weren’t like Wonder Woman or anything, according to her. Just… more. And I had to admit this super-powerful, vampire level hearing had come in very, very handy.
I used it now, focused like I’d practiced during all those meditation sessions. I’d gotten pretty good, able to focus on one beating heart in the room over all the others, then move on to the next. Listen to that heartbeat while I listened to the kitchen staff talk about dinner on the floor beneath us. All that meditation and focusing had worked wonders, and I could control it most of the time, as long as I wasn’t freaked out or I wasn’t in too much of a hurry. I zeroed in on what I needed and heard the soft sound of Crayden’s feet as he moved steadily away on my right.
Moving that way, I followed. Lost the sound. Heard muffled grunts.
Fighting? I knew the sound of hand-to-hand combat. Of fists striking flesh. Of kicks landing solidly on an opponent’s back or thighs.
Running now, I kept going and going and going. Crayden had been fast, dammit. And a lot farther ahead of me than I’d given him credit for. And, my hearing was better than I’d ever imagined.
I was out of breath when I reached another door. I pushed it open and blinked at the bright daylight. The tunnel led to a large park within the fortress. Tall trees, bushes and trails for walking surrounded the area. And this one was used fairly often, a gathering place for initiates, when the weather wasn’t blistering cold. After being in the tunnel, I rubbed my arms against the chill. It hadn’t been cold in the city, but up here in the mountains. God, I was ready for a Hawaiian vacation.
I caught sight of steam, which rose oddly from the ground behind a short bush. I walked around the corner to find that it wasn’t steam… exactly. Crayden lay sprawled on the hard ground in a pool of blood, the cold air causing the soft wisps of heat to rise from the