Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

And it’s pink.

So fucking pink. Pink like clouds above a sunrise. Pink like tushberries. Pink with sparkles shooting from her eyes like the evanescent bubbles in champagne.

I come too. Both cocks. Right inside her without a second thought about consequences.

If someone asks me later how long we got it on in this exam room I’ll just lie. Because two minutes with this girl is all it takes.

And even after I’m done she quivers in my arms, her legs shaking, her whole body trembling for many, many minutes.

I just hold her there. Pressed hard up against the wall as she shivers and shakes. And watch her light flicker. On and off, and on and off.

Caught in a spell I never want out of.

I want to look at her for a thousand spins and then a million more, she is that beautiful.

CHAPTER TEN – LYRA

Best-laid plans and all that good junk, right?

“So…” Serpint says.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Cool,” he says. “Cool. I get that. But—”

“I just want to go home,” I say.

“Right. Well. Here we are.”

The elevator door slides open and we both walk back into his quarters.

Funny how things change. Because after he fucked my brains out—and boy, did he ever. Seven suns, I’ve never been fucked like that before. Two cocks! Two. I just can’t even describe the feeling. And I realize it’s partly due to the inhibitor I’ve been on, but… it was more than that.

The myths about Akeelian men are true.

But the funny part is that after all that talk about him leaving me up in the harem, how he was so done with me, how I was getting on his last nerve…

We’re right back where we started.

His place.

Which I just called home.

I close my eyes and sigh, sinking onto the couch, completely exhausted. All my plans ruined. My disguise blown. Because my hair is already turning pink again. My eyes as well. I don’t need to look in the mirror to know that they’re almost back to normal. Not that it matters after I lit up the whole exam room like an exploding sun.

“Well…” Serpint sighs. “Hungry?”

I scowl up at him. “What? No third degree? No ‘you’re such a liar, Lyra?’ No ‘who the hell are you and why are you here?’”

“Uh…” he says, rubbing a hand over the stubble of his jaw. “Well… just please tell me you’re not a queen. Lyra? You’re not, right? Because I have enough Cygnian queen problems at the moment and Crux is gonna fucking kill me if you turn out to be a queen.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I can’t be bothered with his trivial problems right now. I just made a complete fool of myself back in that exam room.

Begged him to fuck me! Holy suns!

But I couldn’t help it. It’s like… like I was on that inhibitor too long and then the two glow tests this morning kinda set things in motion. My body is in active rejection. Even if I could get the palladium and the xenon it probably won’t even work.

And what’s the point now anyway?

He knows.

“Are you a queen?” he asks again.

“No,” I say. “No. We only have one queen, for fuck’s sake. And I’m not her.”

“One?” he asks, like this is confusing. “Only one? Then what’s going on? Who are you running from? Why did you get kicked out?”

“Just…” I sigh. “Can we talk about this tomorrow? Can we eat? Or something? Or can I take a shower? I just… need to process what to do next.”

“What do you mean ‘do next’? What’s going on?”

“What part of ‘tomorrow’ don’t you understand? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, I do. So you better start explaining or I’m calling Crux and telling him I’ve got a pink princess up here pretending to be… whatever the fuck it was you were pretending to be.”

“Oh, will you now?”

“Yeah.” And then he says, “ALCOR, get Crux down here right now. We have a problem,” in the direction of the ceiling.

But oddly, the AI doesn’t answer.

“ALCOR!” Serpint tries again.

And again… nothing.

“Ha.” I laugh before I can stop myself.

“Fucking thing. ALCOR!” He yells it this time. But I’m pretty sure AIs at this level can hear just fine when he whispers.

“He’s ignoring you,” I say. “Because he’s on my side.”

“Bullshit,” Serpint says. “You don’t have a side. That motherfucker’s priority is the station. Which means he has to answer me!”

He yells that too.

But still, the AI ignores him.

“Any more brilliant threats, genius?” I might gloat a little as I say this.

“What’s going on? You were on something, weren’t you? Something to stop your glow and change the color of your hair and eyes.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It is now, princess. Because you’re sitting in my quarters, on my station, and for all I know you’ve got a fucking tracker in your head and the goddamned Cygnian Navy is on their way here to attack us and bring you home.”