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important thing he needs to know.”
    “And what’s that?” Sophia couldn’t help asking.
    Captain Jolen thrust his hips forward, nudging Dante’s lips with the head of his cock. The bulbous tip disappeared inside Dante’s mouth. “Obedience.”

Chapter Three
     
    “Harder.” Neo Jolen tightened his hold on Dante’s hair, twirling one particularly unruly curl around his thumb and yanking the man’s head closer to his groin.
    He ignored the speculative murmurs around him. As a Captain for Earth’s Central Command, his identity was constantly hidden beneath layers of armor, as necessary for his protection as it was for his ability to do his job. Undercover work was sometimes necessary, and being able to blend in with space-faring traders and other nefarious types served a purpose.
    But he didn’t always live his life masked by his government uniform. At night, he shed the Central Command ensemble and stepped into another role, one that had nothing to do with protection, but which used his leadership abilities and exhaustive training all the same.
    Like many other Terrans , Neo hadn’t been created for a dual purpose. His role in society was clear: serve the Terran government in all things and protect its interests. whether that entailed chasing possible Alpha-carrier suspects or apprehending sexual deviants.
    He was damn good at his job. His record was spotless, boasting more arrests than anyone else in the squadron, even though he’d been a part of the C.C. unit for only eleven years. Everything Neo did, he did better than anyone else. Driven and ambitious, he never let anything interfere with his duty.
    Although his professions had little in common, he approached both with that same single-minded determination. Until today, the two vocations had never overlapped. Yet a few minutes ago, he’d made a choice. One that was irrevocable, perhaps even dangerous, but necessary for him to move forward in both lines of work.
    With his face freed from the protective helmet, he’d been instantly recognizable to those assembled at the Academy for the annual showing. He’d known a few familiar faces would attend, but he hadn’t expected to encounter so many of his own clients at this gathering.
    Impervious to the low gasps and hushed murmurs, he avoided the inquisitive glares and focused entirely on his goal.
    “His technique is flawed,” Neo announced, loud enough for his voice to carry through the inner Academy sanctuary.
    To his left, Sophia stiffened. “I don’t see how --”
    “His swipes are uneven. The pressure on my cock changes as his tongue sweeps from base to tip, and the swirls are awkward.”
    Dante glanced up, his green eyes narrowing with something akin to annoyance, but his mouth never stopped working. He circled his tongue around the tip of Neo’s shaft slowly in a clockwise motion, concentrating all his attention on the delicate skin behind the head.
    Neo hadn’t been lying. The man’s strokes were untutored, wildly different from the expert swipes of a trained pleasure servant, but there was something so raw and rugged in the way his brow furrowed as he poured every ounce of that unbridled fury into the task at hand.
    His lips fused to the head of Neo’s cock, then slid down to envelop him from tip to base. He pulled up slowly, drawing his tongue over the subtle veins throbbing along the shaft and ended by sucking just the tip, coaxing a bead of precum from the slit.
    Throughout it all, the man’s eerie gaze held Neo’s boldly, as though daring him to continue complaining even as his cock swelled and expanded inside Dante’s mouth.
    The unabashed eye contact sent a jolt of lust deep into Neo’s balls. He gritted his teeth as a tremor ran down the back of his legs, testing his ability to keep his knees from buckling.
    This wasn’t working. Dante didn’t act like a pleasure servant, but if Sophia had been telling the truth -- which Neo still highly doubted -- then it was possible that