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Lena straddled his hips, running her fingers along his bruised chest as lightly as she could, unable to stop herself from touching him. His hands gripped her waist, much less forcefully than usual, and his eyes were focused on her.

A coil of need rippled through her, and the immediate reaction her body gave him was shocking, especially after the brutality of what his father had inflicted on him.

He ran his tentacles up and down her thighs, and she clenched her legs tight to him, observing him, trying to understand what he wanted from her. The fire in her chest jumbled her thoughts, and yet it was impossible to push him away.

“You should rest,” she said, her voice cracking with need despite her words.

“I do not want to rest,” Screl replied, shaking his head. “Not yet. I want you.”

INTERLUDE

I was a coward. A coward whose fated looks at him with pity in her beautiful eyes. I gave her pain, though I was not the one delivering it, something which I will never forgive myself for. I am a coward. I do not deserve her, not the way she stopped my father with her sweet voice, the way she spoke up for me in a way I couldn’t. Her touch will heal me, her body will save me, and then I will do what needs to be done…

CHAPTER 19

Lena bit her lip as she slowly rocked herself back and forth across the mound growing in Screl’s pants, his eyes rippling from light blue to near black.

There was clearly something wrong with her if she was interested in sex at a time like this. Especially now, in a place where her captor had been beaten so brutally his skin was a kaleidoscope of bruises. And yet, she could think of nothing she wanted more than to feel him inside her again, his cocks spreading her wide and his seed filling her with warmth.

“Please, little one. I will heal quicker if we become one.”

Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“What do you mean?” she asked, pressing a palm to his cheek, running her thumb over his pebble-smooth skin.

“I need you, Lena. Your body will heal me quicker than any medicine. Please.”

Was he really begging?

It felt strange to be in this position, to be the one in control while this fearsome alien was at her mercy. But she needed him too, needed something to bring her comfort after the violence she’d witnessed, and as much as she wished she could deny it, Screl was the person to do it.

Lena slid her hands down to his waist, unzipping his pants and pulling them down just enough to reveal two cocks standing at attention. With gentle strokes, she slid her fingers over them, one hand on each, enjoying the way Screl moaned with her touch, his eyes shutting with bliss. The ridges bumped against her hands as she caressed them in tandem, glistening precum dripping from the slits.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, her voice a low purr as she reveled in the power she held over him.

Screl’s mouth curled into a sly smile.

“It does, little human. But I need to be inside you. I need to feel your body clenching around me. I need to fill you.”

A knot welled in her throat, a strange burst of emotion making tears dot her eyes as she watched him. There were times he acted like a spoiled child, and yet could she really blame him? The Sovereign made her parents look like saints.

And since the floating isle, since their joining, things had seemed… different. Softer, more intimate.

Yes, she knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t her fingers stroking him. And she wanted it too.

Lena hiked up on her knees, pulling her panties to the side and pressing the tip of his lower cock to her already slick seam.

Screl’s eyes darkened, his grip at her waist tightening ever so slightly as she slowly sank down on him.

“We’re meant to be together,” he murmured as if he were in a trance, and despite the finality of the words, she couldn’t deny it.

Everything about it felt right; the way his ridges rutted over her interior, her body tingling with arousal, the upper cock sliding along her clit as she ground down.

Tentacles slithered under her shirt and deftly unhooked her bra, removing it swiftly before curling around her breasts.

Warm, slick wetness coated her insides, Screl filling her up as she leaned her head back with a moan. Her thighs screamed as she rocked herself up and down on it, slowly letting herself adjust to the size of his cock, utterly astounded that she’d had both of them inside her earlier today.

He watched her like he wanted to consume her, and she wished he would, wished he would sink those sharp teeth into her and truly make her his.