Page 32 of Surrendering Her Heart

“You’re hard again?”

“Again? It is my secondary,” he says, smiling. “If you’re ready?”

“Oh, uh, wow,” I say, blinking as I assess myself.

My pussy feels more than well fucked, but I mean.. more is more, right? Deciding I might as well push my own limits, I push up and swing myself over him. Reaching between my legs I grab onto his cock and guide the tip into my pussy.

Moving slow, I settle myself down, pausing at each ridge, letting it stretch and fill but being careful to not hurt myself. It takes a few moments before I’m fully seated. Once I am, I rise up, using both hands to toss my hair back and thrusting my chest forward as I rock my hips.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I murmur.

He growls in response, his hands kneading my tits. He rocks his hips gently, not fully retreating but causing his cock to move inside.

We work that position for a while, letting the pleasure build slowly. Neither of us in a rush. We have time and are going to enjoy it.

Slowly we move more. Building until we’re back to the wild abandon of the last time.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I cry out as we climax together yet again.

Laughing, I slip off of him and lie down because I don’t have the strength to hold myself up any longer. His arm and tail curls around and, cuddled together, we fall asleep.

EPILOGUE

AVA

“There are others,” Kri’cati says. “But they are a long ways from here.”

“And how are we supposed to reach them?” Angota asks.

No one in the room speaks for a moment. I look around, holding Zamis’ hand under the table. All around the table are people that I both know and don’t. Every Zmaj human pairing is in here. Somehow we’ve become the de facto leaders of the survivors of both our races.

“We can’t,” Ziva says. “None of us could survive that trip.”

“No,” Kri’cati agrees.

“How does that help us then?” I ask. “If there is an invasion coming, how do we warn them?”

“There are other Order outposts,” he says. “But the communication systems have been disrupted. The Eye’s decision to attack us has done something.”

“What are we supposed to do with… her?” Shana asks.

No one answers that. The captured Zmaj are a sore subject that has left the group divided on how to handle them.

“She knows more than we do,” I say. “Do we really have a choice?”

There are murmurs of agreement. Zamis squeezes my hand. I never wanted to be a leader, not in my own right, but no one else seems to be stepping up to the plate and right now, we need it.

“What do you suggest?” Angota asks.

I stand up, pushing the stool back.

“Use the advantage we have,” I say. “We know it’s coming. That’s big. We use the time to prepare. Those of you who know the tech, try to get it working. We’ll continue to interrogate the Eye and learn all we can.

We can’t do anything else, can we? I, for one, will not condone harming her. She’s mad, I get it, but she’s also cunning and smart and this isn’t war. I don’t think any of us want to do something in cold blood.”

“No,” Riley agrees and all around the room are nods and grunts in agreement.

“Right, that limits our options,” I say. The mood in the room is somber. I pace the length of the table, looking all of them over. When I reach the head of it, I stand next to Kri’cati. “I cannotoverstate the advantage we have knowing it’s coming. The Eye wanted to build an army, but we can build our own army.”

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