Page 95 of Chained

Draco stalks over to his brothers, handing the info cubes to Drega who inspects them.

“The Sarkarnii won’t benefit from any of the information. I mean, look at them,” Cleo says raising her head to watch a large red one in his shifted form fly over us. “They don’t need what’s on those cubes to be powerful, and no one on the GalacticCouncil will want to risk tangling with them to get the data back.”

I feel her concern down the bond. She feels, like I did, perhaps we should have considered destroying the cubes, keeping secrets as secret.

“If we want justice, if anyone wants justice, the information is there. It can’t just end with us—that’s not our choice to make.” I say.

The love which radiates down the bond nearly makes me topple. Instead I lean into her touch farther because being with her is everything.

“Not our choice to make,” Cleo murmurs, looking up at me. “That’s the best way of putting it.”

“Although”—I look over at the trio of Sarkarnii who appear to be bickering about something—“whether we’ve made the right decision is something which will play out over time.”

“I can’t believe they also have human mates,” Cleo says. “It seems there are more of us in this galaxy than I expected.”

“My three fellow gladiators all have human mates, so it appears delicious humans are far more than just a snack for hungry warriors.” I grin at her, easily sending my desires down the bond.

“Is that what you think?” Cleo sends me some desires of her own and my feathers itch so badly.

“I think I need my nest, I need you in it, and you should be thoroughly mated,” I growl.

Cleo looks around at the smoking ruins. “I’m not sure, Maxym. I mean there’s so much to do here…”

She laughs out loud as I toss her into my arms.

“Nothing will stop me from giving you pleasure, little scrap. Not war or invasion or vrexing Sarkarnii tearing the place apart.”

I glare over at Draco. He tips his head before I turn on my heel, shaking out my feathers as I carry my mate back to Retah’s dwelling.

We reach the place in no time at all. The Cirmos looks up from her food preparation as I stalk past her, Cleo clinging to me. I lift my lips in a snarl, and she grins at me, waving the knife she’s using cheerily. Cleo tries to say something but we’re already descending into the basement and to the nest I left.

It’s still not good enough, but my desire to nest is tempered by my desire to be sheathed in the squirming female in my arms.

“I’m going to bury my cocks in you, little scrap. I’m going to enjoy every inch of your delicious form.” I make it to the nest, and instantly my feathers feel calmed.

Cleo gazes up at me as I slowly unwrap her from her clothing. I’m gentle with her, even if I’m not gentle with what she’s wearing. My claws slide through the cloth until she is entirely bare, her glorious stomach protruding with the young she carries.

I gaze at her, tracking my fingers down from her throat, over the creamy skin on her breasts, her little teats sticking out proudly, as if they are begging to be sucked.

I oblige, and she shivers and moans about them being sensitive which only makes me heap more attention on them, plucking one peak as I suckle the other before continuing my journey down her body, pressing kisses over her belly until I reach her sweet mound. I slide in a digit and find she is already wet for me.

I groan. The scent she releases is the sweetest nectar. I slide my finger deeper as I fasten my lips on the bundle of nerves at her apex, the place which makes her call my name and grasp at my wings. The place which causes a flood of her moisture to gush into my mouth. The place I continue to enjoy until she is panting and writhing.

The place which belongs to me.

CLEO

Maxym plays my body like it’s an instrument he’s used all his life. And I respond to him in kind, hips bucking, forcing me farther into his mouth, hands in his feathers, mouth calling his name.

He finds my pregnant body irresistible, the thoughtbond tells me as much, and it’s a body he knows he will only love more the bigger I get. Maxym makes me feel incredible with every touch, with every thought, with every…

“Little scrap,” he murmurs, sliding his finger out and moving it back to my second hole where he circles deliciously, “are you going to take both of my cocks in both of your holes today?”

“In your nest?” I breathe.

Air stutters in his chest as I mention the nest, eyes half closed with pleasure and every muscle in his body taut as he attempts not to explode before his time.

I hear him count up plasma weapons and it’s all I can do not to laugh. My feral but in control male can’t always control himself.

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