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It was. It is.

But you should have obeyed and done what I asked.

I won’t do that if it could harm you.

He huffs, and I feel his fingers tighten on me before loosening. Then his lips meet the crown of my head, and he kisses it gently. I would not have been harmed.

You don’t know that.

I can feel that I’m right. Eissa doesn’t know what the mixture of the two herbs would have done to him. But he was willing to risk it to keep me from having to endure another rut with him, which is ridiculous. I quite enjoy them.

I’m glad I was here to take it. I want to be the one you go to when you’re in a rut. You shouldn’t have to take herbs. Are they even legal?

No, they are not. You must not mention this to anyone.

I nod, my cheek brushing against his chest as I do. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.

I know you won’t. But I must take them when I’m here. I do not want to breed another. It would kill me.

That makes me go cold, and I lift myself up enough to meet his faraway gaze. I don’t want you to die. So do what you must, but if we ever end up on Earth together, then you stop taking them. I want to be your cum dump. Okay?

His eyes narrow, and he stares at me for a long moment. That is derogatory. You are not a dump.

I let out a small laugh. I know. I peck him on the tip of his nose. It’s just a saying. But you know what I mean. I want to be the one you dump your cum in, okay?

He doesn’t fully understand the meaning behind my words, but it’s enough. He leans up and kisses me gently and then lets out a soft purr. I will only use you. I cannot use another.

Good, because the thought of him with someone else would nearly kill me too.

My mind conjures up Eissa with someone else, and I find myself recoiling, anxiety welling up within me. Eissa soothes me as best he can, but my mind is already jumping to worst-case scenarios.

What about Jyrion? I ask, feeling short of breath as I speak this to him through our bond. Will he know that you had sex with me and not one of the females?

Eissa’s hands stop stroking, and he doesn’t answer for a long time. He will know.

And what happens then?

I do not know. We will have to wait and see.

The wait seems like forever and not long enough. We’re lounging on the bed, half-dazed with exhaustion, the other half amped up with the urge to do it again. I want him to push inside of me and open me up, but that requires me getting more of the breeding herb, and that requires moving. So instead, we make out, our tongues tangling as we hold onto one another.

Jyrion’s ghost looms in the room, his presence almost suffocating. We kiss harder, forcing ourselves to forget, to just exist with each other. My cock is hard as I roll my hips against him, feeling his slit dripping with slick.

I want to fuck him just like he fucked me.

He must sense it because he spreads his legs and arches his hips up.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I slide right inside, feeling him clench around me. It’s almost too much, the feel of his ridged cocks sliding against my own, how wet and warm he is. His legs curl around me, his lips searching for my own.

I don’t hesitate to kiss him like it could be the last time. Because it could. We don’t know what’s going to happen. The more Eissa told me about the breeding program, the more I realized how much trouble he’s in over this. How choosing me has made everything so much more complicated.

I thrust my hips forward, and Eissa arches back, his eyes closed in pleasure, his ears fluttering. I move faster, feeling my orgasm growing closer.

Never in my life did I think I’d be head over heels for a Vyastil, but here we are. The sight of him, the way he smells, the knowledge that he’s mine…

I want to mark him just like he marked me. I want everyone to look at him and know he belongs to me.

My muscles flex as I lean forward, my hips pistoning back and forth as I press my lips to his shoulder. He shudders, his nails digging into my back as he holds onto me.