Page 12 of Owned By Two

With the spots dancing in my vision, I wasn’t sure if I’d end up blacking out.

Then he spun me around and laid me beside him on the bed and held me — not tight, as he must have felt the hungry gasps for oxygen that my lungs begged for.

We each drifted into silence, quietened by what had just taken place.

I didn’t know about him, but for me, I sensed it was something special, something that wouldn’t ever get repeated, wouldn’t happen again in our lives again for averylong time, if ever again at all…

It was while these thoughts drifted through my mind that I ran my finger through his thick hair and along the edge of his horns, marveling at them and how comfortable I felt in his presence.

“Have you ever—?” I asked but before I could finish the question with “had sex that good before?” he had already shaken his head and said:

“No.”

“Not ever?”

“Never. You?”

I could have laughed. I would have given my past sex life a six out of ten —at best!Nothing exciting or worth writing home about. I just shook my head.

“And just think,” he said, curling my hair around his thick fingers. “We have awhole weekleft to go.”

I chuckled and pressed my face to his muscular chest. “I don’t think I’m going to survive.”

He smiled back. “You must. I can’t experience that sort of connection only once in my life.”

On that, we were both in agreement.

I sat up. “Then we’re going to need food and drink to refuel for next time. How do you suppose—?”

A knock came at the door.

We shared a look. Surely it couldn’t be the Seeding Facility management? If it was, it was the best service I’d ever received… or perhaps thecreepiestif they were watching us right now.

And to be fair, with how good our sex was, I was certain it would go viral in a matter of minutes online. Authenticity sold at a premium these days.

“I’ll get it,” I said, climbing from the bed and pulling my negligee up from my waist and slotting myself back inside it.

He lay back in the bed, head braced in the palm of his hand as he watched my ass cross the room toward the door.

I’d been so scared of coming to this facility, of being unsure of getting what I had hoped I would. I had feared the rumors voiced by my friends and family about women coming back injured from their interactions with their mates were true.

I was pleased to find it was false, that the positive rumors of incredible sex were the ones that were to be trusted.

I reached for the door handle and eased it open. It must have been power-assisted as there was no way I should have been able to open a door as big as this as easily as I did.

On the other side, where I had hoped I would see a waiter with a trolley and a bunch of items for us to choose from courtesy of the facility for choosing their humble establishment, I came face to face with a somber-looking and gray-uniformed official that I recognized as one of the Assistants from earlier.

“Oh,” I said, wiping the smile from my face. “Is something wrong?”

The Assistant was a green-skinned lizard-like creature that reminded me of a gecko.

Her eyes were wide and laced with surprise. She didn’t look like she much wanted to be there.

“Um, yes,” she said. “I’m sorry to disturb you but… but something has come up and I’m afraid it’s bad news.”

A thousand different possibilities rushed through my mind, each worse than the last.

I was relieved when the assistant motioned toward the room. “May I come in?”

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