Page 70 of Fractured Souls

Whatever this thing was… this insane death-touch ability left to her by Anuk… he actually liked it.

Crazy Kordolian.

She understood how to do it now. Zharek was right. It was an intuitive thing, a reflex, like blinking or swallowing.

She put his hand on his chest again. Unlocked the reflex again. An electric sensation danced along her arm.

Nythian’s smile grew wider. “Fuck me, Alexis.”

She unleashed her power on him, and impossibly, he became harder.

His head tipped back. His lips parted. A great shudder coursed through his body. Her fingernails dug into the broad muscles of his chest, drawing blood.

She ground her hips against him, her body moving of its own volition, desperately seeking climax.

“Ahh…” A low growl erupted from his throat, and suddenly he rose up, wrapping his arms around her, tipping her over onto her back, pushing inside her, thrusting harder, harder, until…

They came.

Sweet fucking stars.

This climax was even more intense than the first. She collapsed in a satisfied, boneless mess as Nythian’s warm seed filled her, and he wrapped her in his powerful arms, and nothing in the Universe could touch her now.

Nothing.

Afterwards, he held her tightly for a long, long time, caressing her face, whispering strange, lyrical alien things in ears, running his hands over her body. “You’re mine, Alexis of Earth. You can’t go anywhere else now.”

“Goddamn it, Nythian.” She leaned into him, reveling in his warmth, his scent. “How did you do this to me? I was—”

He put a finger to her lips. “Shush, you.” He picked up her transformed hand and kissed it, finger by finger. “Turn off that analytical head of yours for just a little while. This is not something you should try and question. It just is.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, nuzzling the hollow of his neck, breathing in his essence, wanting this feeling to last forever. “I know that. It’s just so…”

Impossible.

“Perfect,” he said.

“Yeah.” She closed her eyes and drifted, warm and safe in his embrace.

Eighteen

“The Silent One’s just entered the Sixth,” Nythian said casually between mouthfuls of raw, bloody meat. Apparently, it was from an animal called an ompaka, sourced from an ice-planet in the nearby Tarkenian Belt.

Kordolians liked their meat, it seemed. “They’re carnivores,” Abbey had told her.

He’d offered Alexis a bite. No thanks, she’d said, preferring to stick to her scrambled eggs and avocado on toast.

This was breakfast, apparently. They ate in what she assumed was the mess hall, a large, cavernous space with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the stars. Several other Kordolians occupied the sleek black tables that lined the walls, and they nodded respectfully at Nythian as they passed. A pair of lithe, dark-uniformed males actually stood, giving up the best spot right by the window so Nythian and Alexis could sit there.

At first, Nythian gruffly declined, but the two politely insisted that they’d finished eating and it was no trouble at all. They both gave Alexis a curious look but said nothing to her. A chute opened in the center of the table and their plates and cups and strange alien cutlery disappeared, sucked away to some mysterious portal for cleaning, she assumed.

Soon, they would be boarding a fast Kordolian destroyer and speeding toward the planet Tharos, where she would deliver Anuk into this Eternal Portal.

How the hell she was going to do that, she didn’t know. She assumed it would just happen, like the thing with the hand.

“Who or what is a Silent One?” Alexis asked cautiously, sipping her black coffee. What wonders a pot of steaming Joe did for the soul. Coffee and mind-blowing sex and the glorious sight of a big silver-skinned Kordolian male… her Kordolian male.

She could hardly believe it.

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