Take Me

“Thank you.” I stepped inside and closed the door before flying to him.

He stood and opened his arms, and we clutched each other, shaking. It wasn't the same as a bite, the thing my soul craved most, but somehow it was better than that. The tightness in my chest loosened, and I could think clearly—at least, clearer than I could before. I was more myself. Less afraid of breaking down.

“Are you all right?” I pulled back, searching his face for any signs of injury or pain.

“I needed to see you.” He took my face in his trembling hands, but his smile was real. “I wanted you almost as much as I wanted another bite.”

“I'm sorry I'm not as good as a bite,” I murmured, and we both laughed softly.

“Somehow, you’re better. Do you feel it, too?”

“Yes.” And knowing I wasn't alone meant the entire world.

After so long feeling this way, even surrounded by maidens, I had finally found someone who saw me. With him, I was more than a body containing blood—food—for my Synian masters.

He stroked hair back from my face before touching his forehead to mine. “Are you an Omega? Because I've never felt this drawn to anyone. Not ever.”

“I didn't present as one.” I pulled back enough to look into his eyes, and there was life there that I hadn't seen before.

He almost reminded me of the Jett who’d first come to the Blood Auction before he got twisted up, used and addicted. “Maybe it's enough to find someone you feel connected to.”

Jett continued his musings. “I feel connected to you. I always did, but now... It's so much more.”

There was a new hunger in his voice. It had nothing to do with a bite, either. How could I be so sure? Because I felt the same way.

“I know.” I placed a hand on his chest, where his heart beat wildly. “I know what you mean.”

He covered my hand with his, our fingers locking together, before sliding his other hand around the back of my neck and pulling me in. I didn't fight. I didn't want to. No, the opposite was true. I wanted him now just as much as I had wanted to scream for help down in the bowels of the ship.

Maybe more.

Our lips met, setting off an explosion in my head. Color, light, all of it bloomed inside me. Like I had been stuck in the dark for too long and was in the sunshine again. The taste of his lips was as familiar as the sound of my own voice, like I had been kissing him my whole life.

There was nothing romantic or tender about it. It was desperate, heat blazing between us and bursting into flames. His hands were on me, all over me, and I gave myself to him, melting into his kiss, his touch. I worked at his waistband, my hands shaking with a need that went deeper than my craving for a bite. If I didn't touch him, feel him inside me, then I would die. He was my last link to anything close to normalcy. To myself.

He bunched the thin garment up around my hips, pushing me against the wall to my back while I freed his cock from his pants. Now, there was no one to tell us what to do, to direct us. We were both going on pure instinct as he lifted me up onto my tip toes before plunging deep inside my waiting cunt.

And oh, by the moon, it was sweet. I opened my mouth to let out a cry of pure pleasure, but he devoured my lips before I could, muffling the sound. I held onto his shoulders, feeling the scars raised against my fingertips. He plunged deeper, and I dragged my nails over his skin.

The straps of my garment fell around my upper arms, sliding over my breasts, and he took advantage by lowering his head and suckling them greedily. My head fell against the wall while I arched my back, hungry for more. I wanted him to devour me, to leave nothing behind. I wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, where there was nothing but the two of us and his cock buried deep inside me, locking us together.

I moved up and down his length, dancing and whimpering every time our bodies crashed together. “Fuck me,” I begged, and the sound of it tumbling from my lips was freedom.

I was in control of what I wanted and could ask for what I needed. It wasn't taken from me, the way it had been taken so many times after I signed my life away. Now, I understood the difference between giving and having something taken from me. This was so much better.

“Dawn… oh, Dawn…” He fell against me.

Jett’s hips still moved. His hard cock still invaded me, stretching me while stirring a fire more consuming than anything I had ever felt. His mouth moved over my throat, and I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more.

He raised his head, his half-closed eyes searching mine. “I'm going to come,” he groaned, driving himself into me, as he pushed me against the wall.

“Yes,” I moaned before catching his mouth with mine and thrusting my tongue inside.

I wanted all of him, even his breath mixed with mine. It was the only thing that made me feel whole.

And when he came—when we came together—I broke the kiss to throw my head back and scream silently into the darkness. I was whole. I was myself. None of what came before was real. Only this, only us. He filled me with his cum, stretching me further than ever, and my soul cried out in triumph. Like it knew this was what I was built for, that this was what I was meant to do.

I wasn't alive to serve Synians.