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Bangerdongle

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“We can take your prizes away,” Zedd’s voice brings me fully back to the land of the living. “Slackers. Is it too much to ask for you to fuck? Most people would love to be paid to bangerdongle .”

Oh shit! I’m trying. I swear I am. I’m biting the inside of my cheeks to keep from laughing. No, to keep from guffawing.

“ Bangerdongle ,” I mumble in the middle of an almost hysterical giggle. One of my foster moms, who was old enough to be a foster grandmom, used to call the state I’m in now “slaphappy.” “Slaphappy,” I say, unable to control either my fit of giggles or my propensity to say ridiculous words out loud.

“What are you laughing at?”

I’m sure if I had the balls to glance at one of the screens, Zedd’s red-lipsticked lips would be pursed in disapproval. Luckily, I have more sense than to look at her.

“Kiss me, Titan,” I say as I pull him closer with my inner elbow tugging the back of his neck. If we’re going to be punished, I might as well be held tightly in his arms.

“Let’s bangerdongle , Babe,” I say and dissolve into a fit of laughter.

“Absolutely.”

He leans to my lips and kisses me so sweetly, so solemnly, that my laughter is forgotten in the hot, masculine taste of his mouth.

It looks like I’ve initiated round two. I don’t really care if the galaxy is still on their commercial break. I just want to taste him, to enjoy over and over his sweet invasion as I allow him through the gates of my lips.

Damn. I can’t control my thoughts any longer. They’ve mutinied with a mind of their own. A mantra is chanting in the back of my mind. I love you, I love you. The words are insistent, demanding to be spoken even though I’ve already discussed with myself that this would be the biggest mistake of my life.

Bigger than talking back to that nun the year one of my foster families sent me to Catholic school. Bigger than stealing the black lawn jockey someone had the balls to still have displayed on their driveway although it is the twenty-first century. Bigger than what got me in so much trouble my owners entered me into The Game .

I maintain my sanity and say nothing. I lie on my back, still naked above the waist and clothed below. I tug his head to my breast. He doesn’t need more of an invitation. His mouth finds one of the little brown nubs and works it first with his tongue, then the flat of his teeth.

He’s known me two days and could already write a user’s manual for my body. It’s like it had been an old clunker that’s now had a tune-up and is humming like a Ferrari.

Perhaps he’s a magician. When he plucks here, oh yes, I feel it right between my legs. It’s more like an electrical current than sheer pleasure.

I’m tired of narrating. I sink back into the mattress and wiggle under him so his pelvis is pressed against the ‘v’ at the juncture of my thighs.

Rocking against him, I dive deeper into physical pleasure. It’s the only way to get through what’s coming next. What person of any species could keep their sanity with millions of people watching? Me, that’s who. You want to shame me? Treat me like a slave? I can turn it around inside my mind and figure a way to fuck you over with every moment of pleasure I can garner.

Clutching his cheeks in my palms, I pull him level with my face. I absolutely have to kiss him right now. I need his taste. It reminds me of nighttime rain. I need his scent in my nostrils. It’s less a smell and more like a memory of the best thing in my life. What memory? Right now. This. This is the best thing in my life.

Shocking that the best thing can also be the worst thing, but it is.

I shimmy out of my pants and panties.

“I’m going to make you scream in pleasure,” I tell him with sincerity made all the sweeter because it’s such a man thing to say. “That’s right, Titan. I’m going to give you such bliss you’ll remember it forever.”

It doesn’t feel like enough to look into his ice-blue eyes and promise, so I say it louder. I look directly into the drone’s camera that’s six inches from my face and tell millions of people. “I’m going to make him feel better than any male has ever felt in the history of the galaxy.”

And all you get to do is watch, I want to tell them. But I don’t because I’ll never be able to fulfill my promise if Hahn or Zedd kill me before I get a chance.

“I want this to last forever,” I breathe, loving the look in his eyes when I say it. His eyes flare wide as his mouth pops open in lust. “But I can’t wait.”

With that, he growls. I know nothing about his species. He’s big and blue and has thick plating and can see in the dark. And, evidently, he can growl like a jungle cat. It’s deep and low and menacing. Except the menace doesn’t make my heart race, it makes my channel twitch.

It resonates inside me, starting in my belly and rolling in waves in every direction.

“Do it again,” I urge, fascinated not only with the sound, but with what it did to every cell in my body.

He does it again, his eyes wide in surprise as if he’s never done such a thing before. The growl is so deep and dangerous, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end.

“I’m hard for you, Bl— Slayer. I don’t want you, I need you. I need to be inside you and mate you. I have to mark you.”

He dips his head to my ear as if what he has to say is more intimate than what we’re about to do.

“I want my come in your deepest part. Tomorrow I want to know you carry this remnant of me inside you. Something physical only I can give you.”

He’s so serious, his gaze spearing mine. I float up out of my lust-induced haze and respond with equal sincerity, whispering, “Make love to me, Xzavic. I want that more than anything.”