Page 24 of Bred By Zyros (The Solar Breeding Agency #2)

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Zyros

My mate is going to be the death of me. Even now, she taunts, huddled over her gaggle of useless Thryss.

Her pretty pale brows furrow as she blinks at her leaves, scanning them, although she said her implant has been malfunctioning.

I nearly jerked her into my arms and took her to space when she said that, while gripping her head in pain, but she assured me hard falls or high-stress situations can mess with the calibration. This is normal.

It does not feel normal for my mate to have a machine in her brain.

I watch her as she mimics taking a bite of a leaf, my tail tensing in warning as the Thryss kicks up a riot, fussing at her and over her as I should be.

Jealous of the fucking Thryss. I glare at them, wondering if there is any good way to justify killing them.

I do not wish to risk my sweet Melody becoming despondent again, as she was in those first few days after the attack.

She’d cried a lot, refused to eat. I’d been sick with worry until one day she snapped back into place like a band, explaining she just needed to “feel sorry for herself for a moment.” Her words had wounded me, despite me understanding them. I put my mate through much.

She mimics another bite with a different leaf, and the bug-eyed creatures don’t react.

Stupid Thryss.

Abject horror floods me as she gently wrenches one’s mouth open, shoving her hand deep into their throat.

The maw of razor-sharp, needle-point teeth inches from her delicate wrist. I hiss, my tail banding around her just as she jerks her hand free, shooing me away.

She’s been like this for hours, pretending to eat a leaf, blinking at it, feeding it to the Thryss, cleaning up the leaf when they are hacked up, calming the brainless animals.

She grabs other plants and repeats the process, all the while blinking at everything in sight, performing her scans, then getting upset when they fail.

The storm died down an hour ago; I had tried to coax her from her task to show her the moon, but it only seemed to irritate my mate when I wouldn’t allow her past the mouth of the cave, so I left her to it.

I have an important task of my own. Dismantling the crystals on the walls is tedious, so as not to let half of their value be broken off deep within.

My mate and I will need it once we leave Nyssara.

The thought pains me, as much horrible memories my home holds…

I love it. I love my jungle and springs, my goddess moons, and how close I feel to them here.

If our child lives, they will be born under the watchful eyes of the goddesses…

then we will say goodbye. Even with the other females taking Xyphora out of power, it is not safe here for my mate.

For our child.

My heart jolts in my chest at the thought of them, so I try to think of them as little as possible.

Every movement, every little sound is like a blade to my throat waiting, poised on the sharpest of needles for the horror of another lost one to greet me.

Regardless of the end, we will leave, and I will sire no more. I will not put her through it.

I will not force another agonizing notch in my chest.

“Zyros, where were these gathered?”

Her gentle voice balms the worst of my thoughts. “Just beyond the river, toward the Thryss caves we visited.”

“Can you take me there?”

I pivot, listening to the thunder rolling in from the Ether, pretending my answer might be different than it is. “The storm is coming in quickly.”

She huffs, walking over to me, her pretty soft stomach on display as she kneels, slapping the leaves down on her bare thighs. “Look! Their chemical makeup is different, but they’re the same.”

I do look, and there’s nothing I can see that sets one from the other.

“You think some are bad then?” I bristle, “I would not feed you—”

She cuts me off, lost in her thoughts as she turns, making her short blue dress ride up dangerously close to the part of her that smells so maddening.

“That pile the Thryss will eat, they don’t hack it up, and I’m allowed to eat.

This pile they don’t like, and they don’t like me to eat either.

They did the same thing at the underwater caves those first few days.

They’d keep hacking things up and get all upset.

I think they were trying to show me it wasn’t safe. But why?”

I stare at her, amazed that the goddesses gave me such a smart mate.

She continues keeping the two leaves separate in each palm. “It’s the same with the berries and that weird leafy grass stuff. Some are fine and some are, at least genetically speaking, different, but at face value, it tastes, looks, and smells the same, so if I can go outside—”

“No.”

“Zyros, I can’t stay inside the cave—”

“You can and you will,” I hiss. “It is not safe.”

She sighs; it’s the same conversation we’ve had since the day she decided to speak again. I will bear her ire with pride; she is not going to be—

“How about a trade, then?”

“No, female, do not play your human tricks.”

“No trick, just treat.” She quips. “I have something you want, I’m sure, and you hold my key to freedom so…”

“I do not require your hair products, clothing, or Thryss. That is all you possess, and none of it interests me.”

She frowns. “Okay, firstly, rude. Secondly, double rude, and it’s your fault I don’t have more because you decided to be Mr. Cantstopbeingviolent at the station.

Thirdly, I have an entire pod apartment filled with super cool things that do absolutely nothing for me now, seeing as I am mated to you. ”

I open my mouth to tell her no again before a thought crosses my mind. My mate does have something I want….badly. My cock thickens and throbs behind my seam. “Where is it you wish to go?”

She regards me with suspicion. “All the places you collected my food while I was knocked out.”

“That is vast.” She goes to speak again, but I cut her off. “To risk your safety in such a manner would require a great trade of equal measure.”

Her eyes widen at the sight of my smirk. Yes, the idea of letting her leave my cave makes my chest tighten, but I am tired of my mate being distant from me. It is unnatural. Her voice is breathy and muted when it comes next. “What are your terms?”

“My terms?” I question, lost on her soft lips, her hot mouth that I wish to explore with my tongue.

“What do you want, if it means I can go outside?”

“Hmmm,” I hiss, slinking closer to her. The way her breath hitches makes my fangs pop free.

She has spent these past solars taunting me with her needy scent, making me rut into my hand like a beast, pretending it is her tiny center.

It serves my little mate right to be the one tormented now.

I let my tongue flick out, tasting her arousal in the air, my cock pressing against my seam.

This time, I don’t stop it as it extrudes.

Her gasp is heady, nearly a moan at the sight of my length. “Zyros…”

“I wish to have my needy little mate in my coils where she belongs. Every. Night.”

She nods, her breathing labored.

“I wish to taste my mate as I please. I have waited long enough to have you, Melody. It has been torment scenting your little cunt.”

“I-I’m nervous,” she gasps out as I press into her small body.

“We have done this before,” I assure her. My mind is already going hazy with the need to rut. She cannot take my knot while she is pregnant; I won’t risk it. But I find I am very creative when it comes to imagining things I can do to my sssaryth.

My soul apart from my soul.

My tongue meets her neck as my cock notches between her warm thighs, rubbing the maddening fabric she uses to cover her center. “But that’s different,” she moans, hitching her hips into me. “I-I don’t know how to do this…for fun. I haven’t had sex just to do it before. Just been bred by—”

A choked hiss leaves me as I bring her into my arms, heading for my chamber.

Hating it when she speaks of the others, but knowing it is a part of her that I must accept.

My mate is a brave, selfless female to give others so much.

I adore it about her, but the idea of it nearly sends me into a rage. “Then I will show you, yes?”

“Yes,” she moans, pressing those sweet lip touches to my neck.

Melody

The inside of his chamber is larger and darker than mine, but distinctly his. My eyes are heavy-lidded as I take in the expansive art that lines his walls, the violent slashes and scent of rainstorms and musk as thunder raddles outside. It is muffled but as distinct as the roar of rain.

My core is throbbing where it's pressed against his thick cock, the swollen knot in the middle rubbing my clit as he moves us into his nest. I nearly cry at the loss of friction. The world pivots, making me scramble for purchase as he lies himself down, positioning me over his mouth. There’s no talking as he rips my underwear, hiking my dress up.

Nothing but his muffled groan as his tongue slams into me.

My mouth gapes in pleasure, a small squeak leaving my throat at the sudden intrusion.

First of many lusty sounds sending walls of pleasure slamming into me, and as I come down from my release, I let him take my weight.

Two hands keep me off his mouth so I don’t hurt myself on his fangs as the others knead and grip my ass in a punishing way that makes me see stars.

In the throes of pleasure as he teases my clit with his tongue, it occurs to me how silly it was to have fretted over this.

How much I want to make up for lost time.

Somehow, deep down, I’ve convinced myself nobody could want me for the sake of desire.

But I am desired. He moans, rutting into nothing, and suddenly I’m desperate for his cock, to feel it teasing and whirling inside me.

When his slitted eyes meet mine, the look in them leaves me breathless, tears springing to my eyes.

He watches me, entranced, as I use his tongue.

Leaning forward, my breasts take his attention as I ride his tongue.

The base of it fills me as I grind my clit on the vast length.

I lose track of the orgasm I have after that.

When I’m flipped over, it’s hungry but gentle, so gentle.

His tongue traces my nipples, making me squirm from the sensation.

I’m touched out, overstimulated, and he’s only just begun.

There’s a moment of silence, a quiet reverence that fills the chamber as he leans down pressing his lips to my small but swollen belly.

It takes me a moment to realize it was a kiss.

“Thank you, Sssaryth, soul apart from my soul. I hadn’t known I was a male capable of happiness until you showed me. Somehow, you heal even the worst of my wounds. I am undeserving of such a gift.”

Emotion chokes me, my heart swelling so much I feel like I’ll suffocate. When the words leave me, they’re whispered and awkward, even to my own ears. “I-I love you. I’m in love with you.”

“This means something good, my mate?”

“You asked me once what humans would call the odd sensation in your chest. We call it love.”

He hisses as he drags himself up to face me, and again, I’m struck by the beauty of him. My mind is barely able to wrap around the fact that he’s mine, like it’s truly sinking in for the very first time. Zyros is mine.

“Then I love you as well, human Melody. Not the Ether nor the wildest of storms would dare rip me from you. There is no line I won’t cross or world I won’t burn to ensure you never forget that you are loved by me. That there is someone who finds you beautiful.”

I suck my lips into my mouth, struggling to keep from wailing as a track of tears streams down my face.

When his tongue dips out, licking them from my cheeks, that need builds anew, his name leaving me in a moan.

He rises above me, and I’m jelly in his hands as he uses me, shunting his knot between my thighs.

I want it inside; God, I want it inside so badly, but I don’t ask.

It’s not hard to imagine why he hasn’t. It rubs my swollen center, and another climax rides the edge as I watch his face contort in pleasure.

When he dips down, I don’t have time to brace, the wildest moment of panic hitting me before his teeth sink into my breast.

I scream.

Not from fear but pleasure as he erupts, forcing his knot between my thighs, painting my breast with his seed. I’m lost to it, my entire body shaking as he drags his tongue over my throbbing center, tasting us both.

“Here, my sweet mate,” he groans, repeating the process and when he hovers over me, urging me to open wide, I do.

The taste of his seed and my center is a heady mixture, and I’m wild again, wanton in my squirming. He lets out a raspy chuckle before inching his tongue deeper, gagging. “Poor Melody, your tiny cunt misses my cock, yes?”

I whimper around his tongue, nodding.

He tsks, and I already know whatever he’s going to do next will be life-changing as he takes his tongue back, groaning as it reenters his mouth, leaving a trail of seed and spit between us.

I watch as the tip of his tail runs over our combined pleasure, wetting itself.

A gasp leaves my throat as I’m flipped over.

When the tip of his tail finds my tiny, puckered hole, I stiffen.

“Can humans use this hole for pleasure?”

“I-I, uhm, yes, some.”

“Then my tail will fuck you here. We must protect your tiny, bred cunt, yes?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

His hands are everywhere, defiantly seeing the benefit of having four.

This time, the waves of his venom don’t bring pain, and the heat is nowhere near as strong.

It’s like the flower that cut me that very first night, but my mind remains sharp.

Sharper even. His scales are rougher against my flesh, and when he eases it in, I groan, shifting back.

“Goddess damn me, you are tight here.”

His hands grip my nipples, testing them until their throbbing and swollen like the rest of me.

The lower one's grip my hips, positioning me over the thick base of him so I can grind on his length while he eases further in.

My body is tense and loose all at once. His tail eases in and out of my ass while I grind over his knot.

When he snarls, his hand gripping my neck firmly, I explode.