"Do you really want to do this again, Myro?" I rolled my eyes and took another drink before putting the glass down. I didn't want to break it during the fight that was apparently about to erupt.
"You went to her bed last night." His voice was dark, and the words were not a question. I was amazed the guy didn't have steam spewing from his ears, his golden skin had even faded in his anger.
"Well, I seem to remember it more as her dragging me there spreading her legs and begging me 'Please!' 'Please!'" I moaned and screamed the last two words, arching my back as I prodded him.
That wasn't exactly what had happened, but he didn't need to know that. I wanted to drain more of that gold color from his skin and make him hurt. He’d always had the more potent power, the bigger cock, it felt good to have the upper hand for once.
"You couldn't stay away for one night, could you? You had to go force yourself on—"
"The only thing that was forced was my cock into that tight little pussy of hers."
"—and take her all for yourself." Myro finished. His skin was grey now, his fists pounding against his thighs, but I leaned back and smiled. My cock twitching at the memory of it sliding into her for the first time.
"Oh, yes, I did." Everything I said seemed to slam against Myro at once and he flinched, his jaw twitching as he tried to think of something else to say.
Instead he punched me.
I could have dodged him—I’m sure I could have—but instead his fist landed squarely on my jaw, slamming me backward against the counter and sending one of those pretty glass cannisters to the floor where glass and yellow beads of Isranian Honey scattered like pebbles.
"Danik!" I screamed, all that wonderful tightness in my gut turning to frustration. "Damn it, Myro! Jealous much?"
"No." He spoke through his teeth, heaving as he took a step back. At least he knew me well enough to know that he couldn't do what he’d done without retaliation.
"Ha!" I spat, surprised when the glittering taste of my own blood filled my mouth. "You've wanted her as badly as me. You're a fool. A fool who thinks that some kind of gentlemanly strides will give you an upper hand in capturing her. She told us to come back in an hour, you just decided not to come. So, I made her come... and I came all over her..." I was taunting him. Baiting him.
It worked.
This time I was ready for his swing. He stepped forward, already pulling his arm back. My fist hit his jaw first, and he staggered back, tripping on the glass and honey beads and sending him right into the table that he had been sitting at. The other chair went soaring, sending beads everywhere.
"Don't get mad at me, Myro, you had your chance! You chose not to take it," I leaned back against the counter, snatching the juice as he staggered back up, facing me with yet another bruise forming around his eyes. Poor guy was starting to look like a patchwork quilt.
He really needed to stop standing up to me, not that I minded the added chance to punch the bastard. It was definitely making up for the blubbering love-sick mess that Kylie had turned me into. My father had better not see what that weak little human had done for me, or he would send me to the fighting pits. After so long away, and with only Myro to spar with, I am not certain that I would come out on top like I used to.
"No, I chose to let the girl get used to her surroundings—"
"Just like you chose to let her rot on Earth?" I grinned, but he didn't so much as flinch.
"Just like you strutted to TerraLink and nearly got you both killed?" He countered me smoothly, his grin stretching as mine did.
Bastard had a point. I took another drink of my juice; well aware I was drinking more than I had planned. Guess I would have to take Kylie to the planet of Mit to see the Mitrans milked and taste the delicacy when it was fresh.
"Fair. But don't forget that you didn't want her to come here in the first place."
"Not true. I want to keep her safe, you know she can't be here. Not if we are ever going to go back home. Not if we don't want all of our asses ripped to shreds. I'm not going to put her in danger!"
How I ever put up with this guy I will never know. If I didn't know better, I’d say that he was scared of pussy with the way he avoided it. His whole claim to monogamy was probably a ruse to keep from having to bed a female. Perhaps he preferred males, as sometimes happened among our race. Though, I knew he wanted Kylie as badly as I did.
"She's already here, Myro. What's done is done. You can't be mad at me for actually listening to what Kylie said," I teased, leaning into him. "You chose to stay in your room last night, and that choice will cost you. I already told you that I don't want to share."
"I'm sorry, I don't think that that is your choice." We both turned as Kylie walked in, clearly having followed the raised sound of our voices.
She was completely naked. Glitter, eyeliner, and perfectly straight hair all washed or sexed out of existence. She hadn't even bothered to grab any of the many fluffy robes and wraps that were hung on her walls. Not that nudity seemed to bother her. My cock was already twitching to life. That, and a desire to feed and pamper her. Coxians were all about sex, but she was continuously bringing out something more in me.
"Well, I guess that depends on how you view your—", I started. She held up a hand and
