Page 42 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

Maybe humans were not so breakable. Madeline was a greedy participant. Lusty.

He obliged. When she dropped to her knees, fixed on his gaze, and squeezed his cock, he nearly spilled. Dom pressed his palms to each side of her face.

She sighed, saying, “You’re bigger than I thought.” Madeline’s tongue flicked out to lick the crown of his dick as she angled her chin up to watch him.

A warning wormed its way into Dom’s mind. Something was very wrong. Her eyes, usually as incredibly blue as the sky of Vast, were vacant. He saw only ash where there should have been fire.

He released Madeline’s head. The whole let me take care of you, organize your place, and suck you off was disquieting. He checked out her eyes again.

Yep. Hazy.

Holding her at arm’s length, he yanked up his pants.

Damn. Damn. Damn. Fucking choir boy time.

“Don’t you want this?” She squeezed her breasts, plucking at her nipples. Suddenly, she blinked and glanced down. As if seeing she was bare for the first time, she blushed.

He removed her cup from the table, shoving it into her hand. “Madeline, sit down and drink your coffee.”

“Okay.” After she returned to the chair, she scooped a level teaspoon of sugar into her mug and stirred. She raised the cup to her lips and drank.

He shoved his empty at her. “Get me another coffee.”

She jumped out of her chair to do as ordered while he ignored her gorgeous bouncing breasts.

After she set it in front of him, he said, “Madeline, sing for me.”

Like a diva, she belted out a tune. Off-key again.

Dom interrupted her performance. “Go into the salon and put on some clothes. They’re on a pillow.”

She glanced down at her perfect breasts with the pointed nipples. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” She slapped a hand over her mouth and tried to cover herself with the other.

“No. I don’t.” He lied. His body was so primed that he had to adjust his pants.

The blushing female raced from the kitchen, returning dressed in a new bra, top, and shorts. “Is this better?”

He nodded. “Much.” Not really, but safer. “Sit across the table from me.”

“Of course.” She did as ordered.

Dom rubbed the patch over his blind eye, which constantly ached when he was troubled. “Damn. Clean up the kitchen while I take care of something.”

Did he feel guilty about nearly going through with the blowjob? Not entirely. At the time, he had been unaware Madeline wasn’t quite right. Maybe he’d suspected something, but not this. Besides, a little action from the human was ... welcome. In his defense, she’d driven off Mora, and he’d needed big-time relief.

Fuck.

He should kick his own ass.

Dom telepathed the OneCreator, who responded,Busy. I’ll take your calls when I’m ready.

This is a new development,pathed Dom.

No response.

In the salon, he walked to the edge of the room and onto the deck, looking over the cliffs onto the shoals below. The sky was gloomy, but he could see a bit of Remi’s house across the bay. He aimed his thoughts at all his Feard brothers.

I think we’ve got a problem.

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