Page 61 of Chained

“We don’t, but it’s our only chance at getting inside the exclusion zone and on to the dome,” Retah replies. “In any event, I believe I have the necessary weaponry which can assist us.”

“So, let me get this right.” Cleo folds her arms over her chest, making her stomach appear to swell more and sending spikes of pleasure to my cocks. “The plan is to steal the information from under the Bogarok’s protection, and whoever they are working for?”

Retah grins. “Good isn’t it?”

“And what do we do with it to stop them coming after us?”

“They won’t know it’s gone, that’s the beauty of this plan,” Retah says. “By the time anyone realizes, the force we need will be here, and the Bogarok will leave.”

“And we’re making sure they don’t leave with what they came for,” I add with some glee. “And we have leverage with the Council.”

“Can I say this is a dangerous game. If someone is prepared to invade a planet to get this information, then they aren’t going to stop at ‘oh look, someone stole it,’ are they? They’ll come for us too,” Cleo points out.

“They might, but they’ll have to go through the force which is on its way to protect us. A force which will know the best way to use the information.”

“At any point are you going to tell us who’s coming?” I ask.

Retah gives me a narrow-eyed look. “I like a good surprise,” he says.

I growl at him, spearing my claws into his desktop, which is already half ruined from the mention of Proto.

Proto.

It’s a word which seems ingrained within me, not fear, but something else, an innate desire to fight harder than I’ve ever fought before. I instantly wanted to get hold of a sword and start swinging.

Anything which can stop such a creature, whatever it is, will be something I want. And if I can wield the killing blow, I will do so.

It will be the most important kill of my life.

“Everything okay?” Cleo asks me, running her hand around my waist. “You’re miles away.”

Retah is missing. We are alone in his office.

“I’m right here,” I state. “I wouldn’t leave you.”

“It’s a human expression.” She chuckles. “It means you’re lost in thought.”

I turn her to me, cupping her face in my hands and brushing a kiss over her lips. “It’s a good expression,” I say. “What is a mile?”

Cleo laughs, her hand on my breast plate. “It’s a measurement of distance.”

“I never want to be a mile away from you,” I murmur, extracting another kiss from her. “I always want you in my arms.”

I lift her up onto the desk, spreading her thighs apart so I can get close to her. I run my hand over her breast and down to her stomach, where I span her entire area with one hand.

“So beautiful, so ripe and fertile,” I murmur. “I want to consume you, claim you, breed you.”

Cleo pants out a breath. “Here?”

“Anywhere. The fight, it brings up my blood to a boil, it makes me want to devour every sweet treat in my path.” I snarl against the soft, fragrant skin of her neck, my fangs grazing there, wanting to nip at her, but I’m doing everythingin my power to hold back. “If you weren’t already filled with a youngling, I would be filling your womb.”

Her fingers delve into the feathers at the base of my wings, the touch exquisite agony as my cocks attempt to punch their way free of my clothing.

“You want me to have your baby?” she says, a slight tremble in her voice.

“I want you to have my young over and over. I want you to be filled with young as often as you like, and for me it would be always. I adore you, Cleo. I adore your body, your mind. Your young will be my young and my heart is always yours.”

She melts against me, her deft fingers undoing the catches on my breastplate until it slips free, and I toss it across the room where it lands with a clang.

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