Veila starts walking towards me and I get to my feet and back up instinctively. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I say. “Stay the fuck back.”
I keep backing up until I bump into one of the cyborg warriors. He doesn’t react, just holds his position as Veila continues forward.
“Just hormones,” she says, reaching for me. “That’s all. And I don’t even care if you fucked her. It doesn’t matter because you two could never breed and that’s the only thing I care about. But—” She pauses. Her hand is so close to my face. So close. My cocks jump back to attention and my body becomes a flaming inferno of heat.
I just stare at her, mouth open. Unable to say or do anything but remain absolutely still.
“But I will separate them after they’re done,” Veila says. “Once she’s pregnant I won’t make her stay with him, if that makes you feel better. Hell, I’ll even allow you two to see each other. Spend as much time as you want together. Just… give me what I want. What I need,” she says, placing a hand over her belly.
“No fucking way,” I say, finally finding my voice.
But in the same instant, that one hand stops hovering over my cheek and makes contact and she emits the brightest, whitest, most glorious light I’ve ever seen.
I come in my pants. Both cocks at the same time.
And when Veila looks down to find the wet spot she smiles.
“There,” she coos. “You see?” she whispers. “You’re mine. All mine.”
I take a deep breath, feeling some relief from the double climax, and find the will to say what needs to be said.
“I’d rather die,” I growl. And then I spit right in her face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR – DELPHI
The guards have a firm grip on both my arms. They force me out of Veila’s room and even when I go limp, trying with all my might to resist, they just hold me up and drag me along.
There’s four guards in front of me and somewhere behind me is the boy. I glance over my shoulder and find him walking amicably, like this is totally normal. But behind him there’s many more guards, clearly indicating that nothing about this is normal.
They drag me through several hallways, down two flights of stairs, and then out into another hallway and finally stop in front of an open door. I have a chance to quickly glance around and see that there’s about a dozen more doors just like this, and all of them are closed.
A breeding program. She’s running a breeding program. And inside every one of those rooms are two people just like us.
The guards throw me forward with such force, I stumble and fall, my knees crashing into the hard, steel floors as pain shoots through my body.
The boy enters too, of his own accord, and then the door is slammed shut and locked.
I get to my feet and back up against the far wall. “Stay away from me,” I growl. “Stay the fuck away from me, or I swear to the sun, I will snap your neck and never think twice about you again.”
“Delphi—”
“Stop saying my name!” I yell. “You don’t fucking know me! You don’t know anything about me. And I am not your one, I do not love you, and I sure as fuck won’t be breeding with you!”
“I don’t love you either!” he screams. He’s very young. Younger than me, probably. But Akeelian boys at my age and Cygnian girls at my age are two very different things when it comes to maturity.
He is practically a child. “Have you even gone through maturity yet?”
“Fuck you!” he says “Fuck you! I didn’t want to be here either! I’m not doing this for you, you dumbass! They have my sister!”
I deflate a little, then sigh. “They have my brother.”
“I know,” he says. “I know this is all fucked up, but what am I supposed to do? Huh? I didn’t come magically equipped with some exoskeleton that can take out hordes of cyborgs. We were kidnapped, OK? Right out of our home back in Cygnian System!”
“Cygnian System?”
“They have a breeding program there too.”
What the fuck? “Who is your father?”
“The goddamned chancellor of Industry! He let them do this, Delphi! I swear to the fucking sun, I don’t have a choice!”
“We’re not having sex,” I say.
“Fine. That’s fine with me. But…” He looks down at his groin area where it’s very clear that there’s more at work here than just our minds. “But they are expecting me to do things now, Delphi. And my sister will be punished if I don’t comply.”
“Is your sister here?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. They took her. They took all the second-stage twins to some other place almost two months ago.”
“Tycho,” I whisper.
“He went too,” the boy says. “Tycho, some kid named Draden, and my sister, Araeya. If I do this with you they’ll let me go with her.”