Page 38 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“Let her come." Rupex smoothed down his mane and grinned.

“No, no. Marcus is right.” Layla shook her head and held up her hand. “It's fine. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know how to hunt a duck, even with a gun."

“Well, at least come off the ship and go for a swim or walk on the beaches,” Rupex smiled at her.

Her heart tugged. He wanted her nearby. Or was he just being considerate? Or cautious? She could probably break something pricey, wandering unsupervised around the Comet Stalker. “Sure. I'll meet you outside.”

While Rupex and Marcus dashed off, more animated than Layla had ever seen them together, she yawned and eased out of bed. Parts of her were definitely feeling tender and achy. That didn't mean she wanted those parts left alone. No, they were definitely craving attention. A computerized voice chirped, “Main airlock open.” Her Leonid companions were already outside.

The thought of being away from Rupex made her feel physically sick. Layla rubbed her stomach where she felt cramps forming. Could that be from the wild bout of sex? Were these premenstrual cramps? If she was going to get her period, it ought to happen within the next few days. She hated to think of the disappointment on Rupex’s face.

But a smaller, selfish part of her thought of trying for another month. Another month of that big, thick cock and that soft, velvety body, and the low, possessive growl that made her pussy leak at the mere sound of it.

And another month of credits, her practical voice tried to reason. That’s why you like it. Yeah. That’s it. That’s all it is.

No. I'm turning into a nymphomaniac. A Leonid-craving, fur-and-tail-loving nymphomaniac.

LAYLA MADE HER WAY to the bathroom —much bigger than the ones she was used to, which made sense, considering the size difference between humans and Leonids. After she showered, she stood in front of the mirror, working a comb through her hair.

The fog from the steamy shower cleared almost instantly, leaving her staring at her face and naked torso.

Wow. I look healthy. I look happy. I even look stronger.

Living on Sapien-Three as one of the dregs of society wasn't exactly a healthful way of life. Smog and dirt coated most cities. She drank, but not to excess, and hung out in clubs where people from her social class were tolerated—and those places weren’t health spas. Layla knew she was thin, pale, and pinched-looking—but still pretty. Pretty because she hadn’t succumbed to the security of a Pleasure Park or a lab holding her contract. The ex-labbers and the Pleasure Park girls always looked battered, like life had chewed on them and found them too tough to gnaw through.

“Things are different here. Better.” She ran her hands over her hips and cupped her breasts, which felt heavy and aching. Even in the depths of a different galaxy, she was treated to better food (albeit different), better conditions, more safety, and more... her fingers grazed her erect nipples, more satisfaction.

I wonder what it would be like living aboard a ship?

Rupex must spend some time planetside.

Could he make Leo Falls his home base? A place we—I mean, he—comes back to every couple of months?

Just a couple of days roaming around the island had given her skin a light bronzing and put some extra highlights in her hair. It was the cleanest, nicest, brightest place she’d ever experienced. It had become her definition of paradise, and she wanted to live the fantasy for longer.

Maybe forever.

If I earned enough credits to get Dax, Elio, and Wendy’s contracts... would Rupex buy me a house somewhere other than Sapien-Three? He hinted at it, but men say things when they’re high on lust.

Layla hurried and got dressed, trying to push away the thoughts nagging her brain.

Would he let me buy Alana’s old shack on Leo Falls, and would he help me fix it up to accommodate four humans?

What would we do for work?

Could we be crew members? Could I keep being his surrogate?

I would be his neighbor.

Layla swallowed hard as she ran to the main airlock, eyes full. The thought of being Rupex’s surrogate and nothing more was painful. The thought of just being his neighbor wasn’t much better.

Chapter Sixteen

Rupex handed Marcus his kill with a growl, wiping flecks of blood off his whiskers with his free paw. “Good hunt, old man.”

“Better eating. My mother-in-law taught me how to make marsh duck sing with spice. I’m going to the galley.”

“It’s a gorgeous day! Leave the labs for a bit!”

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