.
Yes, it was. But he had.
Hadn’t he?
There was only one way to find out.
Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand, her ass with the other, and arched her backward—claiming the puckered nipple of her left breast with his mouth.
Four things happened at once.
Naya’s hissed gasp cut the air.
Her hips smashed against his.
Blistering, consuming lust surged through his body.
And the unmistakable blur of a dream-invasion memory—a mab’noc —exploded in his head.
Breath bursting from his lungs, he staggered backward, head spinning, cock as hard as it had ever been. Painfully hard.
He stared at Naya, his blood roaring in his ears, his balls feeling as if they were about to explode.
He hadn’t invaded anyone’s dreams since Aimyl’s betrayal. His suspicions she’d been unfaithful to him had caused him to break his kind’s laws of personal gain and enter her dreams. What he’d found there—the contempt his wife held for him, the perverted fantasies she harbored, the plans she and Ipari had made—had sliced through his heart more than any blade could. The very idea of flexing that psyche-cerebral muscle again made him sick.
So why the fuck was he being hit with a dream-invasion memory of Naya?
Not just any memory, Tarq. A memory of bringing her to orgasm after orgasm after screaming orgasm.
A powerful spasm of hunger claimed his cock. The dull ache in his swollen balls turned to a blistering agony of sheer bliss. He wanted to fuck her. Like he’d never wanted to fuck anyone in his life. He could almost feel the gripping heat of her pussy on his cock. As if he’d experienced it more than once.
But how is that possible? You’ve never invaded her dreams, you know that. Yes, she is familiar, a ghost in your fucked-up mind, but surely you would remember invading her dreams?
He would, but that didn’t explain why he was remembering making love to her now.
Suppressing the tremble in his hand—and body—he swiped at his mouth, trying to wipe away the taste of sweet flesh from his lips. His job was to buy her, not fuck her. She was vital to New Earth’s inclusion in the Galactic Union. He couldn’t destroy that vulnerable planet’s chance at renewal and survival under the shady protection of the GU because his dick wanted to bury itself in some female’s sex.
New Earth didn’t stand a chance on its own at defeating the violent militias fighting to rule its remaining people, nor did it have the military to defend it against attacking forces from other systems. It needed to be a member of the GU to survive, if not to prosper. The GU might be a totalitarian dictatorship under Ipari’s rule, but it wasn’t vicious. It kept its members safe—overly taxed and controlled, but safe. It was the lesser of two evils.
Which meant no matter how much he wanted to bury his cock in Naya’s sex, he couldn’t.
He couldn’t.
Oh, but you so want to, don’t you, Tarq?
Her gray stare grew wide as she drew in ragged breaths. Her hand lifted to her nipple, the very nipple he’d tasted, and she touched it with shaking fingertips, the hesitant action both innocent and wildly arousing. She licked her lips, fear and—the gods help him—excitement in her eyes. “Who are you?”
“Your new owner,” he growled, his body burning with a need too elemental and base and familiar to ignore. In two steps he stood before her once more, shoved her onto the bed with savage purpose and crushed her to the mattress with his body.
He snared her wrists in his fists and yanked her hands above her head. She cried out, staring up at him, that intoxicating contradiction of emotions flaring brighter in her eyes. Her breasts pushed against his chest, her nipples hard points against his body. He shifted his weight, driving his crotch into the warm junction of her thighs as he dragged one hand down her arm to capture her right breast. The heavy swell of flesh filled his palm completely and he
Yes, it was. But he had.
Hadn’t he?
There was only one way to find out.
Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand, her ass with the other, and arched her backward—claiming the puckered nipple of her left breast with his mouth.
Four things happened at once.
Naya’s hissed gasp cut the air.
Her hips smashed against his.
Blistering, consuming lust surged through his body.
And the unmistakable blur of a dream-invasion memory—a mab’noc —exploded in his head.
Breath bursting from his lungs, he staggered backward, head spinning, cock as hard as it had ever been. Painfully hard.
He stared at Naya, his blood roaring in his ears, his balls feeling as if they were about to explode.
He hadn’t invaded anyone’s dreams since Aimyl’s betrayal. His suspicions she’d been unfaithful to him had caused him to break his kind’s laws of personal gain and enter her dreams. What he’d found there—the contempt his wife held for him, the perverted fantasies she harbored, the plans she and Ipari had made—had sliced through his heart more than any blade could. The very idea of flexing that psyche-cerebral muscle again made him sick.
So why the fuck was he being hit with a dream-invasion memory of Naya?
Not just any memory, Tarq. A memory of bringing her to orgasm after orgasm after screaming orgasm.
A powerful spasm of hunger claimed his cock. The dull ache in his swollen balls turned to a blistering agony of sheer bliss. He wanted to fuck her. Like he’d never wanted to fuck anyone in his life. He could almost feel the gripping heat of her pussy on his cock. As if he’d experienced it more than once.
But how is that possible? You’ve never invaded her dreams, you know that. Yes, she is familiar, a ghost in your fucked-up mind, but surely you would remember invading her dreams?
He would, but that didn’t explain why he was remembering making love to her now.
Suppressing the tremble in his hand—and body—he swiped at his mouth, trying to wipe away the taste of sweet flesh from his lips. His job was to buy her, not fuck her. She was vital to New Earth’s inclusion in the Galactic Union. He couldn’t destroy that vulnerable planet’s chance at renewal and survival under the shady protection of the GU because his dick wanted to bury itself in some female’s sex.
New Earth didn’t stand a chance on its own at defeating the violent militias fighting to rule its remaining people, nor did it have the military to defend it against attacking forces from other systems. It needed to be a member of the GU to survive, if not to prosper. The GU might be a totalitarian dictatorship under Ipari’s rule, but it wasn’t vicious. It kept its members safe—overly taxed and controlled, but safe. It was the lesser of two evils.
Which meant no matter how much he wanted to bury his cock in Naya’s sex, he couldn’t.
He couldn’t.
Oh, but you so want to, don’t you, Tarq?
Her gray stare grew wide as she drew in ragged breaths. Her hand lifted to her nipple, the very nipple he’d tasted, and she touched it with shaking fingertips, the hesitant action both innocent and wildly arousing. She licked her lips, fear and—the gods help him—excitement in her eyes. “Who are you?”
“Your new owner,” he growled, his body burning with a need too elemental and base and familiar to ignore. In two steps he stood before her once more, shoved her onto the bed with savage purpose and crushed her to the mattress with his body.
He snared her wrists in his fists and yanked her hands above her head. She cried out, staring up at him, that intoxicating contradiction of emotions flaring brighter in her eyes. Her breasts pushed against his chest, her nipples hard points against his body. He shifted his weight, driving his crotch into the warm junction of her thighs as he dragged one hand down her arm to capture her right breast. The heavy swell of flesh filled his palm completely and he
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