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Sidelined

S adie

Why did I worry he wasn’t interested in me? As soon as I asked for a kiss, he dove right in.

I still can’t remember what Anubis was the god of. Maybe it was sex. This male’s body is perfection to look at, but touching it? That takes things to a whole other level.

His fur is so soft, covering muscles underneath that are chiseled granite. I don’t think he’s even aware he’s growling. It’s a soft, rumbling sound from the back of his throat, announcing his pleasure. So sexy.

His palms are planted on the back of my head as if he doesn’t want to release me from this kiss. In a moment, perhaps he’ll put them on my ass and tug me next to him so I can brush against the hard-on that must be hiding under his towel.

My nipples are beaded to hard points. Every time they graze across his furred chest, I want to jump out of my skin. The blanket is thin enough it’s almost like wearing nothing at all. I’m sure he can see my nipples even in the soft lights of the bathroom.

I was afraid of his fangs. I wondered if they would cut my tongue to ribbons, but somehow we’re coping well with the obstacles that come when two different species try to mate.

When a soft klaxon goes off in the back of my head, warning about sex and birth control, I shut it up. Without allowing myself to get too depressed, I remind myself I’m probably not going to live another nine days, much less nine months. Contraception should be the least of my worries.

His mouth is hot, his tongue is long and agile, and he tastes fresh and clean.

“Anubis,” I breathe against his lips. I’m so glad he picked a name. Anubis fits. It’s masculine and powerful and sexy.

He’s all male. This may be his first kiss, but as soon as he got the lay of the land, he took it over. His tongue invaded my mouth and is seeking out the hidden places, learning me. The thought of that tongue invading me elsewhere causes my eyes to flare in passion and my channel to clench.

“Take me to bed,” I croon, knowing I won’t have to ask twice.

The network didn’t even bother to hide the cameras in the ceiling. I don’t care. All we need to do is keep the covers on and we’ll have all the privacy we need.

Instead of pressing a kiss to my lips and pulling me toward the bed, he freezes. He’s not pausing to organize his plan of attack. He’s paralyzed. Immobile.

“Anubis?” I ask when I sneak a glance at his face and notice his eyes are so wide I can see the white all around his irises.

“You deserve better than me. A real male. Someone who can… give you pleasure. I’m a geneslave .”

He says this with such emphasis, as if the mere name should relay all the information I need to know.

“What does your species have to do with it?” I ask.

He grabs my hand and places it on the towel over his cock. I don’t have to be the most sexually experienced person to know a soft cock when I feel one.

Talk about ego-deflating. After that incendiary kiss, I’d think every male within a ten-mile radius would be hard as steel. Was I reading all his signals wrong?

“What?” I demand. “You don’t like me? You don’t like women? What’s wrong?”

“Geneslaves are built like this. So we can’t reproduce.”

Really? I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I investigate closer, lifting his towel and letting my hand inspect the evidence.

He’s not even semi-hard.

“We have no sex drive,” he explains.

“No sex drive, Anubis? Were we not just sharing the galaxy’s hottest kiss?”

“Hot?”

“Were you not just enjoying kissing me? Like, better than food? Like, better than flying down the wire? Was I the only one totally enthralled just now?”

“Yes! Yes, I enjoyed it. Better than food. Better than flying. The best.”

“So, this works?” I tap his temple.

“Oh, yes, my Sadie. This,” he touches the spot my fingers just vacated, “this liked that kiss more than anything in the galaxy.”

“Fuckers!” I hiss as I flash an angry glance at a camera.

He said the Federation made him, abused him, trained him to kill and be a super soldier. After all they took from him, they couldn’t let him have an ounce of pleasure? “Fuckers,” I say again.

“I smell your arousal, Sadie. I’m sorry. If I could give you pleasure, I would.”

“Well, of course you can. I just can’t ask you to.”