Page 33 of Craze

Pellucid>>Local: They were. Still are.

I think back to the shields that burst to life in between her and Tav’s teams, the way sparks bloomed from the guts of the ship as systems flickered on and off, air swirling over the ramp, making her long black hair dance.

Tav was livid. Rochir was bleeding out.

I loved it.

And even when there was nowhere to run, she stood among her humans against Tav’s gun. I have never seen a female with such gall.

How could anyone want to hurt such a beautiful creature?

Macabre swats my chest with the back of a hand and points to his forehead.Switch off, fucknut.

Pellucid studies me for a moment then gets up and walks off into the shadows.

We can’t have her wandering the tunnels due to known welvir populations. I chase after her.

Craze>>Pellucid: where are you going?

She backs up and bumps into a wall near one of our escape tunnels.

Craze>>Pellucid: Why do you run from a compliment?

She sighs weightily and looks back at the group by the fire.Why lie?

I don’t want to push her away. That’s the opposite of what I want. But I think she might be hyper vigilant after such a battle.

Shifting closer, I covertly draw in her sweet scent. The hint of warm synthetics and human musk I detect make my ultro race. She is not afraid of fighting alongside humans, something I’ve not known female Titans to do. They were always bolted to the pilot’s seats. But they always wished for legs.

Pellucid>>Craze: I should go. You’ve got things under control. I’ll only be a target. They’re safer with you.

What are you talking about?I ask.

Rochir wants me. He doesn’t really need the others because Sevrin already took the parts he needed for Killstar. All except the ones from me.

We cannot lose her. I have so many questions.You should not return to the Solcrue. There is no logical reason to.

She tilts her head toward the fire.I should stay away from them.

But Rochir is dead.

She hugs herself and paces between me and the wall. Pellucid is small for a Titan.We don’t know that. Tav certainly isn’t. And by now, the Solcrue commanders have likely called their fleets here for reinforcements.

I can’t stand the thought of her trying to sacrifice herself, so I take her by the arms. She is far softer than I realized. My cock swells and strains against my pants. But I ignore my growing needs because I fear she is damaged by the thinness of her Titan body.

They won’t forget about the others.I soften my grip on her arms.You can’t go.

She crosses her arms. Most female Titans are hard to open up. They’re sassy and bossy and bottled up.Why the hell not?

I won’t let you.I want her to stay.

Her lips quirk like she doesn’t know what to make of me. Their subtle movements have me transfixed. I need a taste. Ineed to know she’s real, and I’m not making her up due to some erratic program from too many Solcrue guard shockbaton hits or from the fall to Hyperion, or any number of body slams I’ve taken during my service.

So Craze, why did they name you that?

I guide her back against the wall and savor the softness of her thin body against mine. As our hot breath mingles, I finally get a feel for what’s beneath her cloak. She’s curvy and smooth and not made of clunky parts like most Titan females.

I’ve got a few loose wires,I admit.

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