My hand lifted the lower garment and steady fingers wrapped around my cock. Images of me shooting my sperm over his slender body made my erection throb out. I would shoot my arousal on him. Marked so everyone would know he was mine.

He’s mine now.

Is he?

I panted with my cock in my hand. Is this what I really want? A mate pressured both by his government and biology into a bonding?

Does it matter? I would be good to him...

Fingers wrapped tighter just short of too much pain amid the chilled air. How strange. My life so far has served my kingdom and the people within. How strange I would feel such loyalty to someone I’ve never seen before.

Yet, if I was truthful as a good king is – at least to himself, I felt something when he was a mere image. A simple man on a backwater planet with the profession of our enemies. This is who calls out to me.

Whatever the cause – biology or something more... romantic, it couldn’t last. The pills were not meant for long-term continuous use. If he doesn’t convince his parent to state he’s needed, then all is lost.

Or is all won?

I couldn’t tell how much he knew of the Volardi. Standard practice was to give new changes an implant, but they had to know to look for the information. There was a word... one of the rare ones that sounded better in his tongue. Almost like one was singing a song when said. I wondered if he knew of it.

Serendipity.

I smiled. It sounded almost... cute like him. The loss of our Femeni was horrific. I never signed up officially for the program. My Oma did that. All these unlikely events coming together to become almost Bond-Mates. Alpha and Omega as the Earthlings would say, the most sacred pairing of all. Two points of the shell. He would be first. Then perhaps another to complete the triangle. For now, the two of us was its own treasure.

Images of me taking him near the sacred waterfall throbbed my cock out more.

Not an unpleasant thought.

I shook my head. No. It wouldn’t be fair to him. No matter the cost, I’ll fight my biology. I need a willing Femeni.

***

Chapter Fourteen

PETER

“Anything?” I asked.

Her eyes closed, and she screamed again. So loud, I cupped my hands to my ears.

To her credit but not my safety, she reached for a large kitchen knife and held it toward me while her hand shook. “I don’t know who the fuck–”

I didn’t speak but it was a voice was like mine. “Danger.” It was a blur when my twin streaked over to Becky, and pulled her hand behind her back. I winced as screams filled the room.

“Drop the knife,” he said. “Failure to comply will result in–”

I screamed, “Stop. Let her go.”

The arm lock continued while she wiggled on the floor. I kicked at… ‘myself’ but it was like hitting a tree with my foot. “Let her go… I command you.”