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“I love you,” he cooed. I didn’t know what to say back. Not when I was relatively sure I could never love him like he loved me. Or with the worries of his safety on my mind. But Talon didn’t wait for my response before pressing his face between my legs and offering one firm, slow lick.
A cry of pleasure tipped past my teeth and over my lip, the sound like simmering tea as it rose. He smiled against me, using his tongue and teeth to force from me the love he so deeply wanted and deserved.
“Tell me you love me too, Supernova. Give me yourself,” he ordered as he slipped two fingers inside of me. I yelled from the immediate ecstasy, tiny black dots dancing across my vision. “I’ll take care of everything else. Just tell me you love me.”
Shaking my head, I gripped the sheets, unable to stop my body from moving with his thrusts. I met him there, slamming into him but still not saying the words. Because I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Not when I knew I loved him in a vastly different way than he loved me.
A fierce growl vibrated against my clit as he dove forward again, sucking so hard I yelped at the stinging pain. His fingers and tongue worked in tandem, moving so fast that I struggled to do anything but cry out as I climbed to the peak of my pleasure. When Talon added a third finger, I shattered around him.
“That’s it, cum for me,” he demanded, pumping his fingers three more times before standing and nearly tearing off his clothes. In moments he was naked, his russet skin painted with black. His cock was hard and proud, the swirls there so thin and intricate.
Unceremoniously, he sat on the bed, lifted my torso, forced up my hips, and then shoved me down onto him. He filled me, consumed me, devoured me. Each of his thrusts were hard and precise, his hands lifting and pulling me so that I met him head on. Scandalous wet sounds echoed off our walls, a sort of animalistic tone that made my mind spin.
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded again, his anger rising at my refusal. With his teeth bared, he grabbed me by the neck and forced me onto my back, his face only inches from mine as he continued to fuck me so hard the bed groaned in protest. “Say it now, baby. Tell me you love me.”
Something was building inside of me, a feeling that was nothing like an orgasm. One thatscaredme.
“Now, Nova!” he yelled.
“I love you!” I finally screamed back, becoming dizzy as another orgasm hit me like crashing waves, pairing both perfectly and terribly with his own as he pulled out of me and let his release pour across my skin.
Our breaths were heavy, his smile a contradiction to my frown.
“I love you too, Supernova. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
That night, the intels came back, each trainee looking haggard as they stepped into the training center. The rest of us stood at attention, our heads held high as we awaited their final report.
“Trainee Elders, report your findings,” Captain Zade boomed.
Quinn Elders stepped forward, his face stoic. “No magic exists within the people of planet nine-three-four. They hold no knowledge or resources that stand to benefit us. No aspect of the planet presents any opportunities for Dajahim.”
My body froze, mind dashing miles and miles forward.
No magic, no assets, no need. Would we spare them then, now that we knew without a doubt they were of no use to us? It was the reasonable choice.
“Trainees!” General Altair shouted from his place beside Captain Zade. We all readied, eager to hear what he would say. “Are you willing to entertain the stars at all costs?”
“Sir yes sir!” We bellowed back.
“What if the cost is your morals? Your will? Your very soul?” He asked, moving to stand in front of our group. “Will you pay it?”
We were so far from reasonable or fair.
“Sir yes sir!” We screamed in answer.
A queasy feeling overcame me, my stomach twisting and turning. Perhaps today would be the day I said goodbye to my humanity once and for all.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Azazel
“Talon isn’t speaking to me. I don’t know why he’s mad, but Father says I need to stop caring about everyone else and focus on getting the stars. I should listen to him, I know that, but I can’t help feeling betrayed. Hurt. Unworthy.”
-From the journal of Azazel Altair, 9281 AS
Throughout the evening we had begun preparing for our shadow walk to planet nine-three-four, stopping only for us to get enough sleep to be useful. As dawn arrived, we were ready.
Each trainee would act as the primary line for their divisions, leading the mission fully. I had worked hard to plot where our attacks would begin, mostly focusing on their military powers. This world was odd in its choice to have separate militaries even within their separate countries. It weakened them, though it also spread us thin.
