Page 3 of Tears of Tungsten
Knox must have guessed what was on my mind—not that it was so difficult. “I didn’t mean Dr. Bell,” he elaborated. “Someone else. We can find another physician. Brendan could easily make the arrangements.”
I pulled away from Knox, irritated with the topic. I’d wanted to linger in his arms for a while longer, but obviously, that wasn’t about to happen.
It wasn’t that I didn’t understand the possible benefits of resorting to medical aid. The nightmares could occasionally be very bad and were making it tougher for me to concentrate on my duties. But I didn’t trust a lot of people on Tartarus. If I went to see a medic, I might also have to tell them what the nightmares were about. I had no idea how I’d be able to explain my dreams of being a Sun-Dweller.
I slid out of bed and reached for my new hairbrush. As I gently fed some tachyons into the machine, the tiny drone began to untangle the mess of curls that masqueraded as my hair.
“I appreciate the concern, Knox, but I don’t want to cause problems for Brendan. He has enough stuff on his plate already. I’m going to Terra today. I’ll ask my mother then.”
Silence fell between us at the reminder. None of my lovers were happy with The Grand Judiciary’s insistence to send me to my homeland, but Knox had taken it the worst. He’d insisted on coming with me, but Dean Chimera had denied his petition.
“If Acting Pilot Renard can’t take care of herself when she’s surrounded by friendlies, she can hardly be relied on while we’re on the field of battle.”
I hated having to agree with a man who despised me just because of my gender, but in this case, I had no choice. My family wasn’t a threat. The terrorist groups that occasionally popped up had other priorities and more important things to worry about. I was in far more danger on Tartarus than I’d ever be on Terra.
The overprotectiveness was unwarranted. It wasn’t the potential danger that bothered me, but the separation.
I didn’t want to tell Knox that, so instead, I tried to comfort him. “I’ll be fine, Knox. We’ve set up a clear schedule, so I won’t be away for too long. And honestly, that whole business at Hyperion Base 35 might be a fluke. If I’d had any real talent with Gaia’s Gift, my mother would’ve known it by now.”
Knox didn’t look reassured. “So you think the lessons will fail?”
“I don’t know what to think. I’m going to do my best. But my priority is and will always be the Grand Chimera Unit.”
The drone finished combing my hair and I deactivated it. I knew I should be reaching for my uniform too, but instead, I went back to bed and climbed on top of Knox.
Even upset by my comment, he had an erection. It tented the blanket, making my mouth water and my body grow wet. I rubbed his thick cock through the material, my pussy throbbing with the need to take him inside me.
I hadn’t bothered getting dressed, so it would be very easy to return to last night’s activities. It was silly, but despite all our problems, I intended to do exactly that. “Do you want me to show you what I mean?”
Just like that, Knox forgot all about our argument. He threw the blanket off himself, revealing his naked body. “Yeah. Come on, little Terran. Suck my cock.”
I instantly complied, crawling down his legs and gripping his dick in my hand. I’d come a long way since the shy virgin I’d been when I’d joined the academy. Having four demanding lovers had done wonders for my sexuality. I wasn’t as bold as I’d have liked, but I knew how to use my body, what I wanted and what my lovers craved. Even so, I had trouble sucking down his massive shaft.
I did my best, taking as much as I could in my mouth and using my hands on the base and on his sac. I’d have liked to tease him a little, to fully enjoy the weight of him on my tongue. But Knox never had the patience for elaborated foreplay, especially not when we were alone together.
He gripped my hair in a hold so painful I was almost afraid he’d tear it out of my scalp. As he forced my head down over and over, I thought that it had been very stupid of me to do any kind of grooming before I engaged in oral sex with Knox Alexander.
I surrendered to his domination, and I had to admit there were real advantages in skipping foreplay and getting down to business. His girth and forcefulness made my jaw ache. My eyes watered and I had trouble breathing. I loved every second of it.
The only problem was that, in the whirlwind of lust he’d unleashed upon me, I lost all coherence and the ability to move in any other way. As much as I was enjoying the cock sucking, I couldn’t come just from giving head. Like this, I couldn’t even touch myself.
I should’ve known better than to worry. Less than a minute later, I heard the door slide open. A familiar voice echoed through the air, sliding over my skin like a physical caress. “Oh my,” Brendan murmured. “Are we interrupting anything?”
“A little bit, yeah,” Knox answered gruffly. He didn’t loosen his hold on me, though. “You’re free to join us. This bitch has holes that need to be fucked.”
He didn’t sound very surprised at their arrival. I wondered if he’d known they were coming. He might have if he’d been in contact with Cerberus. In any case, I couldn’t be bothered to care about that. I was too busy confirming what he’d just said.
I wriggled my ass in invitation, pointing out exactly where I wanted to be touched. Because of the angle I was in, I couldn’t see them, but I didn’t need to. I felt them—and I knew they would be following Knox’s unsubtle advice soon.
Behind me, August let out a groan. “Fucking hell, Selene. You’re really something.”
He walked up to the bed and swept his hand over my bare buttocks. His fingers traveled over the swell of my ass, then zeroed in on the apex of my thighs, sliding over my slick folds.
“Knox is so right,” he said as he thrust one of his digits into my body. “You’re just begging for cock.”
On some level, I realized that after everything I’d seen since coming to Tartarus Base, I should’ve maybe taken a different approach in our relationship. I should’ve been offended at Knox and August’s words. But I wasn’t, because I knew they didn’t mean it in a dismissive way. None of them looked down on me for having sexual needs. They were here for me as much as I was here for them.
August was right. My body ached for them, desperately needed to be claimed. My muscles instinctively tightened around August’s finger, and although the teasing caress wasn’t enough to satisfy me, I still loved it.
