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“No,” he said. “Not like me.Stronger.My blood is rare. My genetic signature… unique. You are becoming something no other being in this sector has ever seen.”
A beat passed. A long one.
“And what,” she whispered, “am I supposed to do with that? If you keep me locked up in here like a doll in a box?”
Her voice shook with fury.
“I willgo mad, Zarokh.”
He studied her for a long moment, then—infuriatingly—smiled.
“You want more?” he asked gently.
She bared her teeth. “Yes.”
“Tomorrow,” he promised. “I’ll take you out. I’ll show you what it means to be mine. The world I command. The people who kneel. You’ll see why I brought you here.”
“I didn’taskto be brought here,” she hissed.
“No,” he agreed. “But now that you’re here, you deserve to see it. To know what your strength will be used for.”
“What do you mean—used for?”
But before he answered, she felt it.
A rolling wave of heat.
Arousal. Dark and undeniable. Her thighs clenched around it, her breath catching in her throat.
Her nipples peaked against the soft robe. Her vision blurred at the edges. Her skin tingled.
It was coming fromhim—from the way he looked at her, the raw hunger in his scent—and from her own changing body, humming with alien chemistry.
She reached for the tie of her robe. Yanked it loose.
Zarokh stepped forward, his cocks—twin, thick, pulsing—rising beneath the folds of his clothing.
“You can’t control it, can you?” he murmured.
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
Her body betrayed her with every breath, every heartbeat. She wasstarvingfor him. For the feel of him inside her. For the brutal satisfaction only he could bring.
And she hated it.
And she wanted it.
“Come,” he said softly, extending his arms. “Let me show you what your new body can do.”
CHAPTER 33
She was changing.
He saw it in the taut definition of her muscles as she moved above him, the strength in her thighs as they straddled his hips. Her breath came fast, but steady. Controlled. Her skin, once soft and fragile, now gleamed with a subtle sheen, flawless and smooth, a new resilience beneath his hands.
Her eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.
Not fully red—no, not yet—but tinged. A molten amber halo around that warm human brown.
