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Hours into the late afternoon, we’re still fucking.

The next day, we’re fucking.

And the next.

I am Superman.

My dick is hard and ready at a moment’s notice. Sidone looks at me, and my body responds. I’ve not showered or shaved, and I’m covered in cum and cotton-candy pussy juice. Every now and then, she checks the seas for the yacht that never comes, makes me drink water, and reminds me to take bathroom breaks. She doesn’t take them. Sidone has no asshole at all.

But I do.

And she’s welcome to it.

Chapter 7

Sidone

It’s day four of my heat, and the dark blinds block the sun. I command the blinds to open, and they don’t. No tech today. Excellent. A cramp in my thigh alerts me oftransition. I vault out of bed and check on the shooter’s head. On Regha, when an enemy receives such an invitation via his accomplice’s head, it is considered a challenge. I expect the abomination to conform to our customs, though only now, after the mating fever is over, do I realize this might not be the case. The abomination could come with a small army, as the Omega suggested, and kill me while I’m down. Cursing my arrogance and flawed thinking, compromised while the impending heat rode my brain, I scan the blue ocean before me and spot a yacht, the same one from the other day.

Movement on the right catches my eye.

A Horde male scurries away.Bitch, please.As if I didn’t know Horde scouts would follow me, though I’m surprised Tayseer isn’t already here demanding answers.

My Omega’s quiet footsteps approach, and he wraps his warm arms around my waist and kisses my neck. His dick pokes my behind. I glance back and note his pupils have shrunk and green has returned to his eyes.

“My heat is over,” I tell him. “We can resume business.”

“Or we can take the head down, go eat breakfast, and lie out by the beach all day for the rest of our days.”

“You mean rest?”

“Yes, relax.”

“I don’t do relax.”

“I know.” He winks and strides to the kitchen, where he tinkers with some tech in there. “Shit, no power again.” He expels a breath. “Fuck, I hate the Silence.”

I meet him in the kitchen. “Silence is necessary.”

“It’s a bullshit unilateral approach to punishing all people, not just some people.”

“All people minding their business will live. Those you callsome peoplewill not. Silence never killed anyone. If you’re missing morning brew, rest assured you will live without it. I have.”

“The point is not to live or die. The point is to live well.”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“I can tell.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “What’s that mean?”

“You’re picking a fight.”

“You challenged my views on Silence.”

He stares down at his empty cup. “Gonna go downstairs for breakfast. I’ll meet you there.”

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