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  But now, lying here in bed with her, in the middle of the night with nothing to do but sleep—I don’t think I can do it.

  Something has to be done.

  So I reach down and start jerking off to take care of my little problem.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What’s it look like?” I say, picturing the way I fucked her in the doctor’s office.

  “You can’t jerk off in bed next to me,” she says. And then she squeaks a little.

  “I can, and I will. I can’t sleep with two hard-ons. And why the fuck are you making that noise?”

  “What noise?” But she squeaks again.

  “That noise.”

  “Would you quit jerking off?”

  “I’ll be done in like twenty minutes, don’t worry. I’ll make it fast.”

  “Twenty minutes?” And her little squeak comes with a moan.

  “What is your problem?” I say.

  “Nothing. What’s yours?” But then she groans.

  “Lyra,” I say. “I can’t get off if you’re constantly distracting me. Stop making those sounds.”

  “I can’t—Ohh… Oh…”

  I turn and find her knees bunched up to her chest, almost curled up in a ball. “What the hell is going on?”

  “Nothing,” she gasps.

  “Lyra—” I reach for her, but the moment I touch her she glows a bright, fluorescent pink.

  “No, no, no, no… don’t touch me or I’ll—”

  “You’ll what?” But then it hits me and I laugh. “You can’t go to sleep without sex either, can you? You’re all fluxed up.”

  “Very funny,” she hisses.

  I look up at the ceiling, fisting both my cocks in an easy up-and-down motion, and take a moment to enjoy her discomfort. “It’s your own fault. I offered to help you out.”

  “I don’t understand what’s happening. I’ve never had this problem before.”

  “Just get yourself off, then,” I say. “For fuck’s sake.”

  “Not in front of you.”

  I just shake my head. “Then go into the bathroom and do it.”

  “You go into the bathroom and do it. I’ll stay here.”

  “No, this is my bed.”

  “Oh, shit… oh, shit!”

  “What?” I say, turning over on my side so I can reach for her.

  “No, don’t!”

  But it’s too late. My fingertips brush against her arm and her whole body spasms.

  “What?” she says, gasping for breath. “It didn’t work.”

  “What didn’t work?”

  “When you touched me I should’ve come! And oh, oh, shit! It’s getting worse!”

  “Oh, this is too much. Too fucking perfect.”

  “It’s not funny. You have no idea what it feels like when the flux builds up like—oh, my God!”

  I sit up and look at her. Maybe even get a little worried. Because she looks like she’s in pain. Her face is all bunched up in a grimace. Like she’s being tortured.

  “OK,” I say, hooking a hand around her waist so I can pull her over to me. “That’s it. I’m gonna take care of you, you’re gonna take care of me, and then we’re going to sleep. Tomorrow, I’m sending you back to Crux. I can’t deal with all this weird bullshit.”

  She’s breathing hard now. Almost panting. So hard she doesn’t even answer me, just grabs my arm, urging me to get on top of her.

  “Fuck me,” she says. Just like she did in the doctor’s office. “Fuck me right now!”

  And I mean… she is not joking around. Because she reaches down for both my cocks and just…

  Oh, shit. I’m done for.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - LYRA

  I am embarrassed, mortified, and humiliated all in the same instant. And the glow I produce with that combination of emotions is the same as it was earlier.

  I am the sun. I am a supernova of light.

  And still, I do not come.

  What the hell is happening to me?

  It’s like I can’t control myself. It’s only then that I realize I’ve got both his cocks in my hand. And it’s way more than one handful can handle. Because my fingers don’t even begin to wrap all the way around his double-thick shafts.

  “Yeah,” he moans. “Yeah, grip me hard, princess. That’s exactly what I need.”

  He moves closer to me, his fingers eagerly reaching between my legs.

  I expect it to happen this time. The moment his fingers slide into the wetness pooling there, I expect the sun to explode.

  But it doesn’t.

  I wail—“Oh, God. Oh, GOD!”

  He pushes his fingers inside me, penetrating me deep. But still. The release I need so badly isn’t there!

  “What the hell is happening?” I cry out.

  “Pump me harder, princess. I need more.”

  “Me too,” I say, following his orders. “Me too!”

  “Get on top of me,” he says, turning over and taking me with him. So that by the time he’s done with that sentence, I’m straddling his hips.

  I reach for his cocks as he lifts my shirt up over my head in a desperate attempt to get me naked, and tosses it over his shoulder. “Fuck me,” I say again. Just as he rips my bottoms apart and frees me of the last piece of cloth that separates us.

  “No, you fuck me.”

  We don’t have the patience to have another bout of back-and-forth talking about who will fuck who, because something in this room—or something between us—has taken possession of our senses.

  I reach between my legs, fist his cocks with my hand, and aim them right at my pussy as I lift my hips up, and then—

  “Ohhhhhhhh,” we say in the same breath.

  I sink down on him.

  An immediate calm overtakes us. I’m still very fluxed up, and he is still bursting with need, but suddenly there is time.

  And we start moving. Slowly. His hands on my hips, rocking me back and forth across his upper thighs. I fall forward, palms slapping onto his muscular chest, and bow my head so my hair drags across his face as we move.

  “That’s nice,” he whispers.

  “Better than nice,” I say, lowering my mouth to his so that I hum out the words between his lips.

  “Princess,” he moans.

  But he doesn’t ask me to fuck him harder. He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry at all. And neither am I.

  It’s like… it’s like when we’re apart we can only think of each other. How to connect. How he can be inside me, and I can get him there, and the light—oh, God, the light that starts pouring out of me mingles with him and…

  “I don’t know what this is,” I say.

  “I do,” he says.

  And then we come together. There is no mere supernova this time, it’s more like the universe imploding.

  And it’s a good thing that my hair is covering his face, and his eyes are closed…

  Because the brightness of our release would blind us.

  We stay like that—me on top of him, his arms circling my waist in case I try to escape—for several minutes.

  His cocks pulse inside me and coat my pussy with his milky release. And the muscles of my pussy clamp down on him with the same rhythm.

  He says, “I think I’m dead, Lyra. I think you just killed me.”

  And I say, “You’re welcome.”

  We laugh a little and then, because I’m exhausted, I try to swing my leg over so I can snuggle up to his chest. Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone. Because I’m not a snuggler, but… I don’t seem to be able to do that.

  “Ow,” he says.

  “Sorry. I don’t know what’s happening. I feel… stuck.”

  “Oh, no,” he says.

  “What?”

  “Oh… no.”

  “What?”

  “Oh, shit, Lyra. I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening, but my cocks are… oh, my God, my cocks are—”

  “Your cocks are what?” I say.

  “They’re
swelling up!”

  “What?”

  “Oh, shit. I’ve heard of this but… I just thought it was a myth.”

  I lift myself up off him and find I can’t. I cannot get up. “What’s happening?”

  “I’m stuck!” he says.

  “You are not! Stop fucking around. It’s starting to hurt.”

  “I know, but my cocks—”

  “Take them out!”

  “I can’t! I can’t! It’s like the head of my dick is locked into your pussy!”

  “This is not a thing,” I say.

  “I didn’t think it was either, but I swear—”

  I try to roll to the side, but he just comes with me. “Ow,” he says, his body turning with mine.

  “What the fuck is happening?” I ask.

  “We have to come again.”

  “Again? I just imploded the universe! That’s all there is!”

  “No,” he says. “No. Two cocks, Lyra. Two implosions. Or I can’t separate from you.”

  “Since when? This didn’t happen earlier.”

  “Since…” He covers his face with his hand and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but”—he’s propped up over the top of me now, holding up all his weight with one flat palm on the mattress—“since… we became soulmates.”

  “But I don’t think I can come again. I mean, I gave it my all, Serpint.”

  “You gotta give a little more.”

  “But I’m not even horny anymore. Like… I’m done.”

  “We can’t be done.”

  “But we are.”

  He sighs. Loudly. “Maybe I can get you going again? And you can come? Because I need to come again.”

  “So come! And get your dicks out of me!”

  “OK,” he says, rocking his hips. “Talk dirty to me.”

  “What?” I say, blinking my eyes at him.

  “Talk dirty to me. Get me ready again.”

  “What should I say?”

  He shrugs. “Just say whatever you usually say. Like… ‘I want you to fuck my mouth with your cocks and choke on your come.’”

  I just continue blinking at him.

  “Or something.”

  “Not only am I not saying that, but I’m not doing it either.”

  “Just pretend,” he says. “It’s not real. Just dirty-talk me for like… twenty minutes, tops. Then I’m sure I’ll be ready.”

  One more set of blank staring blinks for the booty hunter. “Twenty. Minutes?”

  “I mean… if you’re really good at it I could probably get off in fifteen.”

  “You need fifteen minutes of dirty-talk to be able to pull your cocks out of my pussy?”

  “And I need to come,” he says. “Don’t forget that part.”

  “You’re lying,” I say. “This is not a real thing.”

  “You keep saying that, and yet we’re stuck together like mating animals.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Look, I’m new at this whole soulmates thing, OK? I have no idea what it means to be fate mates and all that bullshit, but apparently it’s…” He pans his hand to our conjoined body parts. “This.”

  I begin to glow. I’m not blushing. Oh, no. This is nothing more than one hundred percent humiliation.

  “Or…” he says, straightening up and grabbing my ass so he can scoot me closer to him.

  Which only makes his huge, swollen cocks delve deeper inside me. And I’m not gonna lie. It feels pret-ty amazing. “Or what?” I say.

  “Or…” He begins to fuck me again, his eyes drooping and heavy as he smiles lazily down at my tits. He grabs them with both hands and begins to pinch my nipples as he leans down to kiss my belly.

  Which gets my flux capacitor motor humming along again. But then he lets go of one of my breasts and starts massaging my clit with his thumb.

  “Oh…” I say. “I see.”

  “You’re glowing again,” he says.

  And as those words come out of his mouth, his cocks begin to stretch the walls of my pussy every further. “And you’re growing again,” I say.

  I bite my lip as he begins to pump harder. Then his balls are banging against my ass as his motion becomes more forceful.

  “Perhaps,” I whisper, closing my eyes as the luminous flux inside me begins to build again. “Perhaps there’s another universe out there waiting for me to implode it?”

  He just slams me with his hips. “More,” he says. “Keep talking,” he commands, his thumb still working magic on my clit.

  “Perhaps my pussy is your goddess, Serpint. Perhaps it commands you to do as I say.”

  “Anything,” he growls. “I’ll do anything to make you come again.”

  And then he leans down. Kisses me. His tongue gently sweeping across the seam of my lips. And says, “I love you,” into my mouth.

  My pussy clamps down on his swollen cocks.

  And he groans and pounds me so hard, I slip up to the top of the bed and bang my head on the headboard.

  And then… for the second time tonight… we annihilate the universe.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN - SERPINT

  I love her?

  I don’t love her. I don’t even know her. I have no clue why those words just came out of my mouth.

  But it’s really hard to care about that at the moment because then we’re coming. Imploding another sun into oblivion.

  She cries out, “Ohhhhhh. Yeeeeees!”

  She is squeezing me so tight I want to die of pleasure. Everything drains out of me at once. All my come, all my energy, all my everything.

  And I collapse on top of her, my cocks happy and only semi-hard now. I roll over, taking her with me. Wrapping her up in my arms as my cocks slip out and the secondary one, finally, shrinks away.

  “Wow,” Lyra says, pressing her back into my chest.

  “Yeah,” I say, still breathing hard. “Wow.”

  We lie still for a few minutes. I’m expecting my cock to get hard again as I slowly drift off a little, but it doesn’t. Neither of them do.

  Which is weird. But then again, everything about this girl is weird.

  No. Not her, just the way she makes me feel.

  Unconsciously I hug her tighter. This makes her hum a little.

  Tired, I guess. Half asleep like me.

  I have a lot of questions for her, but not now. I can’t even think straight. This day just needs to end. Everything will make sense tomorrow. I know it will.

  It has to.

  Because… I love her?

  I don’t love her. That’s not even close to being true. I’ve never said to anyone before and I didn’t mean it just now.

  But later. I will straighten all this out later.

  I fall asleep picturing her face when she came. All the times she came today, but mostly this last time. How beautiful it was. And how familiar she feels, even though we’re strangers.

  Soulmates.

  My hand automatically reaches for my cocks as I wake in the morning. It’s an unconscious habit. Something I’ve been doing for decades. Wake up hard, jerk myself off—twice—and then start the day.

  But I’m not hard this morning.

  For a second I panic. Like… am I sick? Did my dicks fall off? What’s happening?

  But then Lyra moans next to me and rolls over, her blonde hair a tangled mess over her face, and I feel…

  OK.

  That’s the only way to describe it. I feel OK. Like this is normal. Like it’s no big deal that today is the first time I’ve ever woken up without hard-ons since I was a teenager.

  And that makes no sense.

  I should be worried. I should be wondering what’s wrong.

  Except my brain is telling me to just… chill. Relax. No big deal.

  Chemicals, I think. Some kind of neuro-chemicals are manipulating me into thinking everything’s fine. Like… drugs.

  Or something.

  I don’t know.

  “Serpint?” ALCOR’s voice says.


  “Yeah?” I groan, still groggy.

  “Your brothers will start arriving just after lunch.”

  And then that feeling of being OK just disappears. Because Draden is dead and today is his memorial service. And we don’t even have a body to float out the airlock. We have nothing left of him at all.

  “Will you be bringing Lyra?” ALCOR asks.

  “No,” I say. But then, “Yes.” Because for some reason I can’t imagine not taking her.

  “Are you sure?” ALCOR asks.

  “Hey,” I say, ignoring that last question. Because it brings back all the memories of last night. What I said, why I might’ve said it. And I’m still in denial that it happened. “Where were you guys last night? Someone told me you left the station.”

  “We did,” ALCOR says. “But we’re back now. We can talk about that later.”

  “And Booty?” I say. Because suddenly all the fucked-up shit that happened yesterday is fresh in my mind. “You turned her organic? Without my permission?”

  “You don’t own her,” ALCOR says. “She’s her own person and that was her choice.”

  I growl a little at that answer. Because it’s only half true. Sentient ships are banned everywhere unless they are owned. It’s a universal directorate. Even here, that law still applies. If we had unowned sentient ships here, I don’t care what kind of security ALCOR has out at those gates, the Prime Navy would attack us. They might not win that fight, but they would sure as hell try their best. That’s why I’m listed as her responsible party.

  But ALCOR is right. If Booty wants to disregard my orders or wishes, she is free to do so because I don’t have any kind of regulator on her to stop it.

  We’re partners like that.

  At least I thought we were.

  “Lyra will need clothes,” ALCOR says, bringing me back to the conversation.

  “Sure,” I say. “I’ll take care of it.”

  He leaves after that. Or whatever it is he does. Disengages from the sensors in my quarters. I can feel his absence.