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It was a ludicrous thought because she was going to be Aslas’s Steyatt mate and that had absolutely nothing to do with me.

And yet, I felt that pull, yanking me towards Beth’s direction.

So, when I opened the door and saw her lying there in the bed naked, I gasped.

My eyes bulged and my cock sprung into action.

It had been a semi ever since I had first seen her — I couldn’t understand how every male couldn’t with her in that silk négligée — but now the desire was so strong and overbearing.

After all, I was also going through my Steyatt but had decided to take care of Aslas’s needs before resolving my own.

He was my duty and always had to come first.

There were plenty of other virile females in the Seeding Facility and I could have my pick of any of them — Aslas’s VIP membership also extended to me, thankfully.

But seeing Beth in the bed, the blanket barely covering her modesty, I knew I did not wish for anyone else, knew I wanted to be with her, and no one else.

There was no other female in the Facility, so far as I was concerned.

My immediate impulse was to rush towards her, to strip off and leap into bed with her…

But then, my cooler head — a.k.a. duty — prevailed.

I stopped myself and immediately turned towards the desk, hoping by putting a barrier between us I could somehow use it as protection.

I should have just turned and left the room, but I so desired being in her presence that it was impossible for me to simply up and leave.

She got out of bed and approached me.

She backed me into the corner and my sense of duty — what had always been a raging river, had shrunken into a trickling stream.

When she pressed her lips to mine, I no longer had any defenses to hold against her.

She dropped the blanket and exposed her naked body, and it was the final straw.

I was lost.

I took a plump breast in my hand and rubbed the nipple with my thumb.

I began to retract my hand but Beth took it and held it to her breast, looking up at me with those big beautiful brown eyes.

My mouth felt dry.

She went up onto her tiptoes again, and this time, I leaned forward so she could kiss me on the cheek before working her way over to my mouth.

As she took my lips, I took hers in return.

My instincts were a jumbled mess — a first in my life of servitude to the Prince.

My Steyatt screamed for me to keep going, to push on, to throw all caution to the wind and not care for the morrow — or even the next few minutes for that matter — and to lose myself in the moment.

My sense of duty hammered at me from the opposite direction, growing weaker now like an old man losing his strength.

I lost myself to that warm feeling, that sense of calm in her presence, and reached down, took her ass in my hands, squeezed hard, before pulling her toward me and grinding my cock against her so she could feel it.

She reached down and gripped my throbbing member and made a surprised little grunt.

“What is it?” I asked.

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