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The power of our connection swelled through me. Rapture took over as I spasmed into her depths one last time before I pulled her off me and came so hard I saw stars. Before I finished, she wrapped her hand around my sensitive, erupting cock, and milked me dry, my cum splashing all over my stomach.

When we were done, she rolled onto the bed beside me, panting. “Wow, is it always like that?” she whispered in awe.

I smiled over at her, glad that she’d felt the same intensity of our joining, as well. “No. That was—”

“Mind-blowing,” she finished for me.

Her choice of words startled me, and when she saw my horrified expression—because I did not want the top of her head blowing off—she shook her head and laughed.

Amusement danced in her eyes. “It’s an Earth term for amazing.”

“Oh,” I said, immensely relieved as I stood up to get a towel, then cleaned myself up.

“I should check in with the crew,” I said, and checked for messages on my comm in my uniform pocket.

Disappointment rippled through me, but duty called. I sighed and glanced at Star, lounging so gloriously, enticingly naked on my bed. “As much as I hate to leave this bedroom when I’m not close to being done fucking you, it looks like we must say our farewells to my family and go. Jac has Silence.”

CHAPTER 12

Sarah

We arrived back at the ship and left within minutes of the message from Jac. In the cockpit with Deacon’s crew, I fidgeted. I couldn’t explain why, but I was nervous to meet Silence Bateen.

Also, a part of me didn’t want to leave Orhon. It was lush and vibrant around Deacon’s family’s estate. So calm and serene. Tall trees dotted the cityscape, with buildings around and in the trees. His family home was on the outskirts of Ladrille and epic in every way. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I didn’t want to leave.

Holy crap, I’m hooked on my hallucination.

And why wouldn’t I be? So far, it had been a thrilling adventure that made me feel so vibrantly alive, and I wasn’t ready to let that sensation go and return to what had been a banal and uninspired existence for me the past year with Ryan.

I closed my eyes and shook my head at myself. Not wanting to leave was not a good sign.I should be fighting this…but Ididn’t want to. Even though I knew none of what I was seeing was real, I almost didn’t care. I felt more at home on the ship and on Deacon’s estate than I had ever felt anywhere else.

How sad is that?

En route to the dark side of Halla, Deacon turned to glance at me. “You can be a human once again.”

I fiddled absently with my mogging belt. “I don’t need to be Ladrian on Halla?”

“You can, if you would prefer it, though I don’t recommend it,” he said. “Additionally, the ghosts know when someone is mogged, so you will not be hiding anything. At least, not from them.”

I scrunched up my nose. That confusing ghost thing again…and me being some kind of conduit. I supposed he’d explain my part in all that at some point.

“Do you prefer me this way?” I asked Deacon, curious to know his thoughts.

He merely smirked, and shrugged those big, broad, sexy shoulders of his.

“Oh my god, youdoprefer me this way!”

He laughed, a low, deep, delicious sound that curled through me. “I enjoy youbothways, consort.”

Truth shone in his eyes, and I was…relieved that he found me appealing in both forms. “Well, I would like to be back in my old skin—wait, will this uniform go back to its original size?”

I didn’t want to flash anyone who hadn’t already seen me naked. Poor Drift couldn’t even look me in the eye when we had entered his cockpit.

“It stretches both ways, yes. Still too big for you, but yes.”

I pressed the purple button on my belt and within the blink of any eye, I was me again. I caught my reflection in the glass on the dashboard for confirmation. Then, I turned and tried to look at my ass.

Deacon laughed again. “Your tail is gone—do not worry. There are no mixes like that.”

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