The Breaking by Imogen Keeper

Author:Imogen Keeper [Keeper, Imogen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

He slipped from the bed early the next morning, tucking the covers around her. She murmured complaints, curling into the warm spot his body left on the sheets.

The ship had cooled dramatically in the night, approaching freezing. She was still asleep, exhausted. He’d been too rough in the night, demanded too much from her.

He’d woken untold times, reaching for her. She’d never pushed him away or turned from him. Always spread her thighs wide for his hands or his tongue. Something strange had possessed him. A primal urge that had spoken to something inside he’d never felt before. Some unnatural need had demanded that he give her as much of himself as he could for the limited time they had.

She’d never said no, not even when he’d pulled her hand and wrapped her dainty fingers around the girth of his cock, or straddled her face, filling her mouth, not when he’d pulled her atop to ride his tongue. Not even when he’d pressed two fingers deep between the cleft of her ass, heedless of the serum he was pushing inside along with it.

She’d only moaned, gasped against his neck, and panted his name in her musical voice. Ay-shocks. Ay-shocks.

She’d begged him for more. Ten times. A hundred. She’d moaned and pleaded and begged him to Bond with her. But always in the throes of passion.

He’d considered it, briefly, taking her. Just shoving his cock home, deep in the wet channel of her cunt, in the only place it wanted to be, claiming her, Bonding her to him, and fuck reason or morals. Fuck integrity. Fuck it all. She’d asked for it. Just stake a claim and for once in his life do the dishonorable thing.

He hadn’t been able to do it.

Instead, he’d just fed her more serum, daring the gods and playing a dangerous game with their chemistry. He’d rubbed it into the smooth skin of her neck and breasts until he couldn’t tell their scents apart.

He pulled on his boots and strapped on some of his knives, moving like one half-dead.

In the galley, he made a crappy mug of eeffoc and sucked it down blistering hot. His whole body smelled like them. Feola and sex and him.

He walked naked toward the hatch, mug in his hands, and peered through the porthole. An array of black feathers and spilled blood littered the ground near the ship, knocked unconscious perhaps, torn apart, cannibalized by their own kind.

The last of their thrashing against the ship’s walls had died at dawn.

Birds of the night, evidently.

Tam’s message. B was for birds. A population of nocturnal blood-sucking birds, so viscious that an entire planet had been deserted. It was preferable in some ways to wild boys or angry buffalo. But it did make moving dicy, since they couldn’t be caught outside after dark.

It made staying at the ship more desirable, but the last thing he wanted to do was make daily treks to the river and back again just for drinking water. The flat plain

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