Page 52 of Legacy of Chaos

He’d always been in it for the life-giving orgasm. A few pumps of his hips, and the shit was done. Masumi had offered to teach him to perform oral sex a million times, and he’d refused.

But suddenly, he wanted to go down on Cyan and make up for lost time.

Except it hadn’t been lost because he’d used those pointless minutes to solve problems and make the world a better place.

“Stryke,” Cyan moaned, arching into his hand. “Yes…oh, yes.”

The sight of her, flushed and aroused, rocking into his touch, filled him with a sense of pride. Again, all his life, sex had been about one thing. Him.

But he was loving what his touch did to Cyan.

Her hand swept across the head of his cock, and then she tugged him closer. By his penis.

Holy…damn, that felt amazing, and if she wanted him closer, that worked. He needed to be inside her.

He rolled on top of her and pinned her legs between his. Her pants bound her ankles together, but there was enough room to rock his hips and bury his cock inside her slick heat. They both moaned as he sank deep.

“How are you doing?” he rasped. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Hurry.”

That was all hecoulddo. She was too tight, and he was burning. She jammed her hands under his waistband and slid his pants to the bare skin of his ass, holding him against her as he pumped his hips wildly. He let ecstasy roll over him like a wave, drowning him in bliss.

And for a moment, a precious, glorious moment, there was nothing but pleasure.

Then he smelled popcorn.

Buttery fucking popcorn.

Chaos.

Mental anguish blew his world apart like a bomb. The fire in his blood became a cold sludge, even as his heartbeat went tachycardic, beating so fast he thought it might explode. Icy sweat bloomed across his skin as his baby brother’s death played through his head like a movie.

Time had not blurred the edges of his memory, either. If anything, the images were sharper, the screams louder, the blood redder.

Please, no…

His body moved independently of his brain, seeking and finding the release it needed. But the pleasure was dulled by the nightmare in his head, leaving only a distant sense of physical relief.

Beneath him, Cyan cried out, her body writhing in ecstasy. She came hard, not even noticing his hasty withdrawal. That was the power of a Sem’s ejaculate. She’d climax over and over until her body was wrung out and exhausted.

Few females complained about being tired.

Quickly, Stryke zipped up and ducked out of the room. He tried to tell himself he had shit to do so they wouldn’t all die, but he’d never been good at lying to himself. And while time was definitely of the essence, there was more to his hasty exit.

He was running from himself again.

He wasalwaysrunning from himself. And soon, there would be nowhere to go.

Okay, so that was weird.

Cyan panted through what she thought might be her ninth orgasm. They were milder now, mild enough that she’d actually been able to pull up her pants during one.

Weakly, she made it to Stryke’s private bathroom and cleaned up, the process of which made her come again. Wow. Just the slightest touch of the washcloth had left her moaning and weak-kneed. No wonder there was a market for arousal creams formulated with Seminus semen.

She took a deep breath and collected herself. Checked her watch. Damn, she’d lost fifteen minutes to—

She sucked air as another climax ripped through her. The mildest so far, it still left her wobbly on her feet as she fixed her hair, borrowed a dry denim work shirt from his closet, and made her way to the door. She didn’t have time for this.

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