He’s not middle age, that’s for sure. Whatever age he is—and I won’t ask because it’s super impolite where I come from—he looks about twenty-five to me.

  The only thing that gives away an Akeelian man’s age is their personality. They are hot-tempered and arrogant until about ninety-five and then they finally settle into a more reasonable temperament. It’s not much help.

  “This is pretty good coming from a Mighty Minion autocook,” Jimmy says, helping himself to more food.

  “Yeah, apparently the penthouse comes with a specialized autochef. I’m sure you’ll see that on the itemized bill when we check out.”

  “Well, I’m glad you made the most of it then. If we’re stuck here on Mighty Minions for the weekend, might as well enjoy it.”

  “Are we stuck for the weekend?”

  “Tomorrow, Delphi. Remember?”

  I nod. And realize I’m holding my breath, so I let it out slowly so he can’t tell. Because I’m worried about what will happen tomorrow when I tell him that his ship is playing games with Queenie. And speaking of Queenie, she’s gonna be pissed off if she finds out I’ve told him everything.

  “OK,” he says, leaning across the table holding a tushberry covered in melted chocolate. “I can see I need to distract you from your current, seemingly overwhelming problems. Here. Try this. They’re fucking delicious.”

  I lock eyes with him and open my mouth. He places the ripe, pink berry on my tongue and I wrap my lips around it, accidentally catching a taste of his chocolate-covered fingers.

  God, that was kinda sexy. No one has ever fed me erotic berries before. He leans back in his chair and pops one into his mouth too. Then he waggles his eyebrows at me and smiles. “Did you order these on purpose?”

  Oh, suns. I’m so used to eating tushberries to keep my glow healthy, I forgot that they’re considered an aphrodisiac to other cultures. “Ummm…”

  “It’s OK if you did,” he says. “But not really necessary.”

  I blink at him. Because I think that was sexual innuendo.

  “At least for me,” he adds. “How about you?”

  “Ummm…” Shit. My face is instantly hot and I know I’m blushing.

  “Well.” He chuckles. “There it is. I was starting to wonder if you glowed at all.”

  “Oh, God,” I say, looking down at my chest. Because yup. It’s not bright, but I sure am glowing.

  “You’re not taking anything, are you?”

  “What?” I ask. And now I can feel the heat in my eyes and I know they are bright with excitement.

  “This other princess we ran into a little while back. She had cooked herself up some kind of glow inhibitor as a disguise. Are you in disguise?”

  “No,” I say. And that feeling is suddenly back. That lost feeling. That caught-up-in-a-spell feeling. I shake my head to clear it. “No, I’m just really good at controlling it, I guess. I was always kind of a private person back at home. My father kept my brother and I isolated so protecting my feelings became second nature.”

  “Well, you don’t need to protect them in front of me, Delphi. Feel free to let them loose.”

  I glow brighter.

  “Yeah,” he says. “Like that. I like it when it flows out into your hair. You’re quite beautiful.”

  That tiny feeling is back in full force now. Not so tiny, either.

  The patio doors fly open and we both stand up, alert and on edge, ready for some threat to come bursting into our romantic dinner.

  But it’s just Flicka. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” she says, then flits through the doors, out into the chaos of Mighty Minions.

  “Don’t get into trouble!” I yell after her.

  But she doesn’t respond. The doors close back up, shutting out the white noise of the crowd and amusement going on down below.

  “What was that about?” Jimmy asks, walking around to my side of the table.

  He stops right in front of me and I look up. He’s very tall. Much taller than I am. So my head has to tilt quite a bit as I gaze into his bright violet eyes. His expression is one of sexual mischief and I suddenly feel very out of my league.

  “Ummm…” I say. “She wanted to give us some time alone.”

  “Did she?” Jimmy says, glancing at the doors, then back at me. His hand comes up to my face and his fingers thread into my hair, just like they did before he kissed me earlier. “That was nice of her,” he whispers.

  I nod my head, unable to speak. His spell is back in full force now and my body floods with something that might be… relief.

  We are soulmates. I think this is what that feels like. And I want this alone time with him. I want him to kiss me again.

  No, I want him to do more than kiss me.

  “Delphi,” he says.

  “Yes?” I whisper back.

  “I think you should come to me this time.”

  I nod my head, my hands automatically reaching for his arms. My fingertips wrap around the muscles of his biceps as I rise up on my tiptoes, desperate to kiss him again.

  I’m not even close though. There’s way too much space between us. So I take a step forward, pressing my breasts into his chest.

  This time he meets me halfway. Leaning down just enough so our lips brush against each other. And again, I’m struck by how slow and careful we’re able to be with each other.

  I always thought this soulmate bond would make me crazy with desire. That some hidden lust would be unleashed and desperation would take over.

  I start to worry again. That he’s not mine, and I’m not his, and all this is just some regular one-night-stand kind of sex.

  But then he opens his mouth, and I open mine, and our tongues begin to twist together. He tastes like chocolate-covered tushberries.

  My hands drop onto his chest. His t-shirt is too tight because I bought it for my brother, who is a Cygnian boy, and Jimmy of Harem Station is a fully mature Akeelian man.

  My fingertips explore every curve of muscle. Every hill and valley as I caress him. Then I blush furiously, light blinking erratically in the dim atmospheric evening light of the room.

  He kisses me harder. His soft mouth suddenly hard. One hand slips out of my hair and his fingers find mine, guiding my flattened palm down his stomach until the tips of my fingers land on the button of his pants.

  I flip it open without hesitation. Without any thoughts of what comes next, or consequences, or doubt.

  I want this.

  I want him.

  I want it all, and I want it now.

  And then I have it. His long, hard cock in my hand. I stroke him and squeeze him and he moans, still holding on to my hand. Helping me now. Helping me fist his fat shaft and pump it up and down.

  That drives me crazy. But then his other hand grips my hair tight. Fisting it until he’s pulling on my scalp and I’m the one who moans now.

  He releases my hand inside his pants but I continue to stroke him. Tugging on his cock until I feel something else growing down below.

  His second cock.

  Holy fucking sun.

  Cygnian boys do not have two cocks, so sex with Jimmy will be a totally new adventure.

  He says, “That’s for you, ya know. Only for you. No other woman has ever made both my cocks come out without coming once first. This is the last signal we needed, Delphi. You are mine.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - JIMMY

  She is mine.

  Those words flow through my head on repeat as I reach for her breast and squeeze. She is mine. She will always be mine. We are destiny wrapped up in fate. We are two halves of a whole.

  I have no idea where these thoughts are coming from. I’m really not a romantic. It’s got to be instinct. It’s got to be true love, otherwise why would all these sappy feelings and ideas be coursing through my body like a raging river?

  And just the mere thought of losing her, of this being some kind of trick, or being fake, or just a stupid misunderstanding—it fills me with despair.

  It has to be real.

  She opens her fist inside my pants and slips her fingers around both my cocks.

  Proof, I rationalize. That’s just proof. This is not normal. The second cock has a purpose and that purpose is only meant for breeding.

  I growl with lust when she squeezes them both. Kissing her mouth as I push my fingers inside her waistband and slip them down between her legs. Massaging her pussy through her panties.

  She is already wet, her desire coating the silky fabric, then passing through the thin fibers and coating the tip of my finger.

  I want to be inside her right now.

  Slow, I caution myself. Don’t go too fast and ruin this experience. We only get to make love the first time once. We’ll never have this moment again and so this caution makes sense.

  If I am going to keep her forever I want to make this count.

  So I pull back from our kiss and slowly bend down. Both hands grab the waistband of her leggings and I drag them down her legs as I kneel.

  I gaze up at her beautiful face. So perfect and sweet. Her blonde hair is starting to turn pink now. Soft tendrils near her forehead shine and stick to her flushed face from the heat radiating off her body.

  I take off her booties one foot at a time, marveling at how perfect her small feet are, her toenails painted and pretty. I cup one foot in my hand, stroking the underside of her arch until she starts to laugh and pull away.

  But I grab her ankle. “No, no,” I say. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  She loses her balance, reaches out and steadies herself with both hands on my shoulders. “It tickles.” She giggles.

  And that giggle. It kills me. So fucking adorable.

  But that’s not the only reason I plan on tickling her. I lean forward, my eyes locked on hers, and push her sweater up her belly. My lips flutter against her skin, making her grip my shoulders tighter.

  She lets out a long, heavy, sensual breath of air. Then before I can blink, she lets go of my shoulders, whips her sweater over her head, and unhooks her bra—letting it drop to the floor.

  “Holy fuck,” I say, gazing up at her perfect breasts.

  She shrugs her shoulders a little. Like she’s shy or maybe a little bit embarrassed. And I just want to fall over dead from her sweet beauty.

  I slide both hands up her stomach and slip them underneath her tits. Squeezing them and caressing each nipple with my thumbs until they pop up, stiff and erect.

  My cocks are throbbing now. Engorged with blood and crying out to be inside her.

  Heel, boys, I tell them. Take it easy. We’re not there yet.

  Her body is beautiful. And I’m not talking about her shape or her size. It’s the light. The soft glow of her skin that permeates the evening and shimmers just for me.

  I can’t look away.

  “What?” she asks, maybe feeling a little self-conscious.

  “You,” I say. “Just you.”

  I stand up and take her hand. “What are you doing?” she asks, when I lead her away.

  “Taking you to the bedroom. There’s a time and a place for living room sex, and this isn’t it.”

  She chuckles as I lead her down the hallway. “What about dinner?”

  I look over my shoulder and say, “You’re dinner, Delphi. Don’t worry, I’m gonna eat.”

  She blushes a bright pink, unconsciously looking down.

  “Yes, pretty princess. That’s the main course.”

  I take her over to the bed and turn her around. Backing her up until her knees hit the mattress and she has to reach out and steady herself as she sits.

  She slowly looks up at me, her eyes half closed and heavy with the thought of sex. Her hair, now almost completely pink, falling over her shoulders, partially obstructing my view of her breasts.

  I just want to look at her for a moment. Burn the image of her in my brain so I never forget this night.

  She bites her lip. Inhales deep. Then her hands go to my open pants and she pushes them down over my hips until both cocks spring out, hard and eager. Pulsating, and throbbing, and aching with need.

  I just shake my head and smile. “You first,” I say.

  Her lips make a small, perfect o shape.

  “Lie back,” I command softly. “I’ll do the rest.”

  She swallows hard, glancing at my two cocks like she’s nervous, but then she places both hands on the bed beside her and eases onto her back.

  As she does this I lower down to my knees, hands on her knees as I spread her wide open and inhale her sweet, princess scent.

  I have to close my eyes, that’s how overpoweringly seductive her essence is.

  As soon as I lean forward her fingers are tangled in my hair. Gripping and urging me forward.

  I lick her. Tongue flat along her open pussy.

  She bucks her back. Arching and rounding into a curve that makes her breasts rise up as she holds my face between her legs.

  “Oh, my suns,” she murmurs, when I lick her again.

  I flatten it out to taste as much of her as I can. Then pull it into a tight point so I can probe her opening.

  “Jimmy,” she says.

  And man, do I ever like the way my name sounds coming out of her mouth. My lips form around her clit and I suck a little, taking in the little nub of skin that controls her glow.

  I’m rewarded with a burst of pink light from the corner of my eyes. Not bright, but more intense than I’ve seen from her so far. I turn my head to the side a little and find her inner thighs glimmering and twinkling with little bits of silver.

  I can’t stand it anymore. All her reactions are the right ones. All her responses are flawless and pure.

  I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit until she’s writhing and squirming against the tight hold I have on her knees.

  “Oh, shit!” she moans. “Oh, my God!”

  I want to command her to come for me. I want to talk dirty to her. But I can’t stop licking her pussy. Not even for a moment. She is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. Delphi is so much better than chocolate-covered tushberries.

  So I keep going. Her knees overpower my grip in her erotic struggle and I let go, allowing her to press them against the sides of my head. I splay my fingers across the edge of her hipbones and use my forearms to urge her legs open wider as my tongue dances across her clit and little nub of flux.

  She tightens her grip on my hair, pulling on my scalp as she forces her back up and off the mattress with her mouth wide open in a long, primal moan.

  I want her to come. I want her to come right now. I’m too eager to be inside her. Too impatient to wait any longer. So I slide my hand between her legs and slip two fingers inside her. Pushing deep, deep inside her as I flick the tip of my tongue back and forth across her sweet spots.

  She goes stiff in that moment and I get a momentary rush of triumph.

  “Come,” I command her again. Only this time my voice is deep with absolute authority. “Come,” I growl.

  There is a moment of blackness. A moment when my senses cease to function, and my mind goes blank, and every muscle in my body goes still as I wait for it…

  And then there is the fire of a sun igniting, and the blaze of a star exploding, and then there is just Delphi—bursting into brilliant light that wipes my mind of every moment of every day that came before this one.

  Because she obeys.

  And she comes.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - DELPHI

  It take me a minute—or maybe three—to find myself after the spectacular release with Jimmy.

  “This,” I breathe, once my mind returns and I’m able to make my mouth form words, “was not sex.”

  Jimmy peers at me from between my still-open legs, his eyes locked on mine as he gently kisses my mound, every few moments nipping at it a little bit, then kissing the sting away. His hands still rest easily on my inner thighs, his thumbs massaging small circles on the soft, tender skin near his mouth.

  I begin to sit up, propping my weight onto my elbows. But he cocks his head at me and says, “Where you goin’?”

  My smile is something in between shy and devious—probably a little more shy than devious. “You know,” I say. “For every action there’s blah, blah, equal and opposite thing, right?”

  He closes his eyes, shakes his head, and chuckles.

  “What?” I ask. “Did I say something wrong?”

  He opens his eyes again. “First, the law of reciprocity does not apply to sexual encounters with people you actually like.”

  “Oh.” I laugh nervously, wondering if he thinks I’m young and ridiculous? Or sexy and cute?

  “Second,” he says. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. So…” He shrugs. “Makes no difference, princess. Besides, I just watched you come. Do you have any idea what a turn-on that was?”

  “Right,” I say, nodding my head in understanding. “The glow. Yeah, I get it.”

  “The glow? No, sweets. I wasn’t watching your glow. Though that was a nice perk. I was watching your face.”

  And the way he says face. I dunno. I don’t know how to describe it. Face. With emphasis. Or like he’s growling out a command. Like when he said, “Come.” Or… possibly it’s just the fact that right now, everything about him is sexy.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks.

  I shake my head and whisper, “You. Just you.”

  He smiles, perhaps recalling that he said that to me just a little while ago and now I’m his echo. Or maybe he’s just eager to keep going. Because he stands as he smiles, and at the same time, leans forward. His palms dropping down onto the mattress on either side of my breasts. His hips keep my legs open as he lowers his chest over my stomach—taking care to prop up most of his weight so he doesn’t crush me.

  I feel so small with him towering over me. His broad shoulders block out the light above us and turn him into a dark, opaque shadow.

  A ferocious, dangerous, and glorious shadow-man of mystery.

  Yeah. That’s him. A shadow-man of mystery.

  His eyes are bright and glow a deep violet-purple, his gaze intent and set. “Shall we keep going? Or are you done?”

 

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