"Kylie," she said, her voice betraying the strong exterior she presented. She wanted me too, it seemed.
"I'm Myro," I began, stepping forward, fully intending to reach her. To touch her. To claim her. She melted into me. Her arms wrapping around me as the full length of her body pressed against me.
She was smaller than I expected, her head only coming to my chest, her frame fitting into mine. I released Fey from where I still held him, the moans and screams a twisted song to the feeling of perfection that was pulsing through me.
"And who are you?" she asked, turning toward Fey who was snarling behind me.
"I'm Fey," the bastard Coxian snarled, reaching to pull her from me. "And she's mine."
I turned to him with a whip of my head, my fingers digging into his arms. No. He couldn't.
"No she's not," I snapped, gripping him so hard that he flinched. "I have waited for decades to find her. She's mine. I can feel her. I know..."
I turned, expecting her to nod her head and agree with me, sure she felt it too. She stood, the hard line of her jaw tightening.
"I'm nobody's." She snapped, folding her arms over her waist, which unfortunately only served to accentuate those perfect breasts. "And I'm certainly not going to spread my legs for the likes of you."
She grinned and reached forward, cupping each of our groins as that smile spread into a line of monstrous eagerness, like the warrior women of Xynaxxx. That shouldn't be so hot, so desirable, but it was, and I could feel myself growing ever harder beneath the tightness of her grip.
"I think it's time you leave." Her voice was a snap as she clenched our junk, and both Fey and I hissed in pain, the orgasmic reaction of our power beginning to lessen as our own arousal fizzled out. I couldn't even respond as she turned, dragging the two of us behind her and out the door to where a crowd of people had gathered, eyes wide at the sounds that were emanating from the large stone building.
"We can't leave," I gasped through the pain that was twisting my groin, my heart thundering in my chest in a panic.
I wasn't going to leave. Not yet, not without her.
I needed her.
"Yes, you can..." she began, although her voice faded away as she released us, quickly stepping back into the darkened foyer as she realized that she had walked outside completely naked. Although, once inside, she didn't cover herself, even though every bit of her was still clearly visible.
"You need to—" Kylie's voice caught as she looked between Fey and I, something catching before she stepped back, the motion stuttered as though that step was the hardest one she had ever had to take.
My face twisted, as though that step was pulling something out of my soul, branding me with the hot tooth of a DidaSaur. I reached forward, racing to pull her back into my arms, to pull her into a world that I already knew was hers.
"Wait, Kylie—" I didn't get to finish my plea before the door slammed shut before me, leaving both Fey and I staring in shock at that damn feathered logo.
"I must have her," Fey snarled with that pompous greed that always followed him around.
The sound usually grated on me, but today it was like gasoline on a fire. It wound through me and I nodded.
"Ha!" Fey laughed, clapping me on the back. "It looks like we agree on something for once."
I didn't dare say anything, because I didn't agree with him. I wanted the same thing.
And I was going to get there first.
4
Kylie
Water poured over my skin as I tried to catch my breath. Tried to bring myself back down from the high of whatever those two golden gods had brought into the club.
No, I stopped myself, leaning against the porcelain tiles as water drizzled down my back. "Not gods, mother fucking alien scum."
I moved to punch the side of the shower, but stopped myself just in time. I didn't need to break a knuckle today, not unless it was against those guys’ faces. I had one job in this place: keep the virgins safe.
No one ever suspected the tiny, naked pole dancer in the back of the room, and I had stopped more than one bastard from taking more than he was due from the Newbies. I don't even want to know what had possessed Natalia to let them in. Not that I could ask her, she and the rest of the house were strewn out naked, still moaning and writhing with potent arousal. Even though those two had left hours ago.
The effects of what they had left behind hadn't quite worn off.
I don't know what it was about them, but I couldn't get them out of my head. That golden glint in their eyes burned right through me. The way their skin seemed to shimmer in gold, even through the thin white fabric of the button-up shirts they had worn, was permanently committed to my memory.
They had looked like humans, humans that had been dipped in chocolate and coated in lust.
As hot as I turned up the shower, the aroma of steam and rare eucalyptus could not cover the buttery aroma that had drifted from them, that had filled me and made my bones rattle. One touch of their skin against mine had turned my body into an electrical storm. Sparks of passion and lust spiraling through me to pool between my legs...
"Fuck, get out of my head," I snapped, twisting around to press my back against the cold tiles, as if that would cool me down. Spoiler alert, the hot water was bringing everything back up.
Those golden eyes.
The way they smiled.
The sound of their voices. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head at the memory of that sound. The gorgeous man had approached me, eyes wide, and
