Page 31 of Pet: Genesis

“Only twenty?” I ask in shock. He nods his head.

“There’s no need for more. The Earth is all but conquered,” he says without hesitation.

“My race sees no need for excessive settlements on planets. We inhabit the practical locations and leave the rest of the forests, mountains, and wildlife to themselves to expand and extend the life of the planet if need be.” Remus says it all without remorse as if he hadn’t wiped out the main species living on the planet for this plan to exist.

“Don’t you think it’s wrong that you just came in and wiped out an entire civilization?” I ask.

Instead of anger or irritation, amusement shines bright on his features.

“I think... that the last person who should lecture me on wiping out civilizations is a human,” he says.

I narrow my eyes at him. Now he’s treating me like I’m naive.

“That was our past, though. We learned from our mistakes. We built a better future by avoiding what our forefathers did,” I say in irritation.

Remus chuckles at my words.

“Oh? Because when I arrived, your leaders were fighting over lands that were already claimed, resources that weren’t theirs to keep, and on the verge of destroying your own planet with man-made weapons, just to spite each other. You not only had multiple wars in your modern age, but people were fighting amongst each other, within the same city and countries, at each other’s necks, and for what? Did none of you stop to think for onesecond that you shouldn’t be this way to your own kind? That the land and the planet you inhabit is all you had?”

I don’t know how to respond. No matter what I say, he’s always going to use that argument against me. And deep down, I know he’s right. I wasn’t old enough to fully understand what was happening, but I remember the protests. I remember the wars, and I remember my parents’ discussions about the state of the world at dinners.

Yet, it still bothers me that he uses this as an excuse for his actions.

Remus takes my silence with glee.

“Is my little pet getting frustrated?” he laughs next to me. His body’s warmth is noticeable as he moves closer to mine.

“No,” I murmur, trying to deter his enthusiastic mood, but it’s useless. He’s ready to play. Remus pulls me from my seat onto his lap, adjusting my legs so I am straddling him. I feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment at the exposure of this position, and Remus adds to it by moving his hands under the dress I am wearing.

“If it’s any consolation, there is a pesky thorn in my side,” he murmurs as he tugs on the fabric, causing it to tear. My bare flesh is exposed to his gaze, his eyes burning bright as the gears begin to turn in his head.

“How about we play a game?” he asks in excitement.

“A game?” I repeat.

He places a soft kiss right underneath my collarbone, smiling.

“That is what I said, Pet. You’ve been so good today, and so full of questions, I think it’s time for a reward,” he murmurs.

His kiss moves lower, right on top of my breast.

“I will let you ask me three questions. And I will answer them honestly. You, however, cannot make a sound once you’ve asked.” He leans in, running his tongue over my exposed nipple, and I shudder just as a dull throb forms between my legs.

“Simple, right?” he says, pulling away from me.

I look into his eyes and notice the blue flecks within his irises are beginning to glow brightly. He’s excited.Very excited. I tense when I feel the hard press of his erection against my sex as I sit atop him.

“Do we have a deal, Pet?” he asks, his impatience shining through. And to top it all off, he smiles.

I slowly nod my head, and no sooner than I do, my body is lifted through the air. I hear the crash of plates as Remus throws them all to the floor before my back can touch the bare table. His hands press on either side of my thighs, and he spreads them wide, causing me to sit up immediately in protest.

“Wait, Remus—” His gaze locks on me.

“No, Pet. This is your first and last warning.” He roughly pulls my legs toward him, causing me to slide forward and my back firm against the table again.

“Not a sound.”

His tongue presses between my folds, and immediately my back arches as pleasure I haven’t experienced before travels from my clit. I’m seconds from crying out when I remember the rules. So, I holdmy breath, a tiny squeak leaving me. Remus doesn’t acknowledge it, though.

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