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I turned to him and standing on my tiptoes, kissed his plump lips, “It was, you are the King of Sexy, Zane Moon.”

Zeke grabbed my hand, laughing at his brother, “Come on, your highness, and let’s get our Nexus to bed. She needs her rest because we have a busy day tomorrow.”

We finally made it to my dorm, before I could enter, Zeke grabbed the back of my neck with his large, calloused hand and pulled me toward him. He leaned down, and I parted my lips in anticipation of his kiss. He softly rubbed his mouth against mine, gently biting my bottom lip, and breathed me in. Zane stepped up behind me, and I felt the heat from his muscled chest seep into my back. He leaned down, lightly nipping my neck, then tenderly kissing it better. Zeke slowly deepened the kiss as Zane began sucking and licking my neck with more intensity.

I moaned, and Zeke swallowed the sound licking into my mouth. I felt my nipples harden and clit pulse in time with Zane’s attention to my neck. Zeke placed his large, warm hand over my pussy and gently squeezed me through my pants as Zane brought his hands around and cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My head fell back against Zane as Zeke rubbed two of his large fingers directly over my clit.

I felt Zane push his large erection into the crease of my ass, rubbing back and forth slightly. I was overcome with sensation, and even though I didn’t want the pleasure to end, I felt my orgasm wash over me.

I was relaxed and drowsy and didn’t protest when Zeke picked me up and carried me into my room. He pulled back the covers while Zane undressed me, pulling his shirt off and slipping it over my head. After they both tucked me in, I was already falling asleep but felt each of them place a kiss on the top of my head.

I awoke abruptly to find Pantar spread out beside me, partially hanging off the bed, snoring slightly. I’d been dreaming that Nathan was fighting beside some huge guy in what looked like a roman coliseum. As I felt my breath even out, I prayed that my Psycho was well and that bonding with the guys would strengthen me enough to communicate with him. I snuggled back into Pantar’s warmth and pulled Zane’s shirt over my nose. Breathing in his scent, I closed my eyes and drifted back asleep.

Chapter 24

Jet

Iwas up and out of my dorm by zero six hundred and headed to do some conditioning before class. I did my best thinking during my workout. I needed this time to wrap my mind around the insanity of this place. I had been at the Academy for several months, and every day, I found something new that amazed me. An Aurathion’s power after joining a Faction was tremendous, and, in my opinion, a danger to my country and the world. They had abilities that the military could only dream of, and insteadof manufacturing them, they accessed them with the flick of a hand.

The problem was, I didn’t know if there was anything the United States or any other country could do to defend itself against the Dark Factions. If they found a way to come here, I hoped the Factions that fought against them the first time would defend this world again. There was nowhere for us to go if they failed. Using weapons of mass destruction would be the only option, and no one would win in that scenario. Luckily, it wasn’t my job to find solutions; I was only to report what I saw without blowing my cover.

I hadn’t heard anything nefarious from any Aurathions at Emberhold. Mostly, they seemed to concentrate on teaching students Aurathion history and biology and training them in case the Dark Factions tried to infiltrate the world they now inhabited. Initiation was a mind fuck, and realizing the Academy was sentient, freaked me right the fuck out. Did Emberhold know I was here as a spy? And if so, why would I be allowed to stay? If I was being honest, this whole experience had been fucked up.

Joining the military was a tradition in my family, starting with my paternal great-great-grandfather dating back to the First World War. My father had met my mother while serving in Afghanistan. She was a military doctor, and they fell for each other immediately. As a child, I loved hearing them talk about their first meeting. Of course, my father incorporated explosions and gunfire, and he even claimed to rescue my mother a couple of times. Clinton Lockley was quite the character. I took after my mother, Viola Lockley. She was quiet and liked to weigh her words before speaking. Her account of their first meeting was quite different than my father’s. I tended to believe my mother’s version rather than his.

Both of my parents had chosen to serve in the Army. I decided to follow my grandfather’s path and joined the Marines. My dad loved to give me shit about it, but I knew I had their full support no matter what branch of the military I chose to serve in.

I excelled in my training and, after serving three years, was approached by a senior officer to apply to MARSOC (Marine Forces Special Operations Command). The organization is comprised of the Marine Raider Regiment,

Marine Raider Support Group, and Marine Raider Training Center. Marine Raiders specialize in direct action, special reconnaissance, foreign internal defense, unconventional warfare, and counterterrorism. I was proud to be a part of this organization and loved the challenge it provided.

During my service in the military, I had many medical evaluations. My blood had been drawn more times than I could count, so the Council getting access to my test results wasn’t surprising. What was still a mystery to me was how they narrowed their search. Millions of people were in this country alone, not to mention other countries. There is no way they went through everyone’s blood samples. I suspected they only researched people they thought would somehow enhance a Faction. I was approached while having a few drinks with some of my buddies in Oceanside, CA. I had been stationed at Camp Pendleton for two months at that time.

“Hey, shithead, you owe me a beer for saving your ass in Yemen.” Josh, a good friend and fellow Raider, said, clapping me on the back and laughing.

I held the door to the hole-in-the-wall bar that all my fellow Raiders preferred, “Sure you did. I remember that incident a little differently.”

“So do I!” The third member of our trio, Deshawn, laughed. “I saved both of your candy asses.” We all laughed as we took a seat at the bar.

“Sure you did fucker! You couldn’t save your ass with both hands.” Josh responded.

“No, but I could save yours with one!” Deshawn cackled.

Josh flipped him off just as the bartender showed up with three beers. We had been here so often in the last two months she didn’t have to ask us what we wanted.

After she left, Josh turned to Deshawn, “Did you tap that ass? She was throwing it at you enough last weekend.”

Deshawn turned up his beer and took a large swallow, “I don’t fuck and tell. He smirked, but if I did, I would say she was well worth the money I spent taking her out.”

“That’s not saying much. Isn’t McDonald’s your go-to date night restaurant?” Josh asked, trying his best to look serious.

“Absolutely, have you seen the price of a Big Mac meal lately? It’s practically fine dining.” He winked at the bartender serving a lady at the other end of the bar. She blushed and turned back to her customer.

I felt a presence at my back and turned. I saw a man who was way too overdressed for this establishment.

“Can I help you with something?”

"I’d like to speak with you, if I may?" He said haughtily.

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