Page 55 of Command

What was fucking like for Alina? The humans had no limiters to hold them back. What he had seen in Orion Halen and his female was quite vicious in itself, but Threxin suspected part of that was due to what Orion was, coupledwith his female’s addiction. Would Alina Argoud look at him with the same hunger?

“Shoq.” His body tightened when she bent to grab a rag from the floor. The contour of her pert ass flowing into her hamstrings was perfectly accentuated under the fabric of her green work pants.

He exploded with a stuttered grunt, the first black-tinged glob of seed arcing to land on his abdomen just in time for him to shove his shirt up his stomach. It kept coming, and now Threxin had already failed—already looked. Her small, full form on that shoqing screen begged to be fucked.

It would take nothing to wait for her return in her cabin. He’d relish that frightened look she always got on her face when she saw him for the first time. For those few moments, she looked at him like he was a monster. He could be that for her—he could ambush her in her quarters and show her what a real monster was.

He had only just grown aware of the escalating hum of the limiter when a dull chime announced an arrival. Renza.

“Shoq,” Threxin grunted under his breath, rolling off the bed and shoving his way to the bathroom to wipe the mess he’d left off his abdomen. He winced at the pull in his chest—he’d moved too quickly.

When he had gathered himself and let Renza in, his brother entered his seating area with a glass of something brown in his hand.

“What is that?” Threxin studied the liquid suspiciously.

“They call it coffee,” Renza said. He took a small sip and his face twisted into a grimace. He held the glass out to Threxin. “Try.”

“You make it look very appealing,” Threxin ignored the offering. “Any news?”

“All quiet,” Renza said, taking another pained sip.

“Why are you doing this? We do not require hydration through consumption.”

“This is not for hydration, brother,” Renza worked his jaw and smacked his lips distastefully. “Caffeine keeps one awake.”

“And we are rationing stims…”

“So you see.”

Threxin grunted, continuing to close his shirt.

“Your wound is much improved, yes?” Renza asked.

“Yes,” he said flatly. He felt his brother’s eyes on him, weighing.

“You came to the human female after your… punishment.”

“My wound needed dressing. What of it?”

Renza’s nostrils flared slightly, and his eyes slanted in the direction of the bedroom. He leaned against the wall, spikes rising slightly as his head tilted to the side. “Do you wish me to assign you one of our cohort for fucking? Silarra would be glad to have you.”

“Silarra can go fuck a corpse,” Threxin muttered, lip curling in distaste. “I am too busy. What does this have to do with the human, anyway?”

Renza’s spikes rose yet higher. “I would expect her to regret saving your life after that display, Threxin.”

“She is defective,” Threxin shrugged. “She feels some compulsion to care for others at her own expense. When it is not me, it is her Kaia.”

“Better dispose of her now, in that case. I understand humans tend to grow… attached. She may be especially prone.”

Threxin flicked his talons. “She may be useful yet. She has one foot in Orion Halen’s world.”

“And the other in yours,” Renza pointed out, logically. “If her access may be useful to you, it may likewise be useful to him.”

Threxin was growing tired of this line of discussion, irritationitching at the edges of him. “Which is why I monitor her closely.”

“How closely do you monitor her, brother?” Renza leveled him with a look Threxin did not appreciate.

“Not as closely as you appear to believe,” he said. “Have you found Orion Halen’s sire?”

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