ElyriasEcstasy by Amber Jayne and Eric Del Carlo Read Free Book Online

them, would be released publicly. Folks loved those stats.
They ate them up as if this were a war that could be won, instead of the
incremental extermination of a swarm of creatures that seemed to be in endless
supply. Maybe, though, those slain creatures did mean something. At least as
symbols. People wanted to believe that humans were still dominant on Elyria.
They weren’t. But you had to have visited the Unsafe to truly understand that
and most people never would. Oh well. Let the people hope, if that was what
they wanted to do.
    At the debriefing, Rune had naturally omitted that rooftop
fuck they had indulged in before strapping their wings back on and flying out
of the dead city. Urna had enjoyed the sex. Rune liked to get rough sometimes,
to manhandle Urna, like the Shadowflash was the more physically powerful of the
two. Well, maybe that was true in a basic way. Rune and he had very similar
builds. Hell, they were practically twins in that regard. But the Weapon had
the superhuman reflexes. He could’ve turned the tables on that roof anytime
he’d wanted. Then again, Rune had those impossibly potent senses. Fair trade,
Urna had always figured—or thought he’d always figured, since his past
was so cloudy. Maybe he’d felt different once about the distinct skills he and
his partner possessed. Maybe not.
    But it had felt so good, letting Rune wrestle him down and
fuck him in the ass.
    Especially since it might turn out to be the last time the
two of them would ever be together like that.
    Thrumming with leftover energy, vestiges of the rough,
unplanned sex with his Shadowflash coupled with the thrill of the mission, one
section of Urna’s mind ticked off the time while another busily committed the
walls to memory. He wanted to remember everything he’d written there, just like
he wanted to remember what had happened on the roof.
    Abraded knees would be the only badges of honor he carried
with him from this place.
    But now wasn’t the time to go. Not just yet. At a specific
hour the corridor patrol was changed from two persons to one. Lying on his bed,
clad only in the skintight black briefs Urna liked to wear in his room, he let
out a barely audible sigh and gestured to the female. She looked at him
quizzically, not sure what his lazy wave indicated, so he said, “Take that
thing off.” Though he wasn’t even sure his gesture had meant that. Might be his
brain was starting to haze from not taking his first evening dose.
    The woman rolled her shoulders and the garment made a gauzy
little pile on the floor.
    She had small, pert breasts tipped with fine pink nipples.
Her stomach was flat and there was some decent muscle tone to her. She didn’t
look underweight. She displayed no particular shyness about being naked in
front of him. Her air of nervousness seemed more general. Maybe she was awed to
be in the presence of Urna, the most famous Weapon of all.
    Normally he might’ve gotten some amusement out of that last
thought, but now it just seemed silly. He had never really cared much about his
notoriety. It wasn’t like he could go out among the regular people and be
cheered and celebrated. His life was far too regimented for that.
    She had scars across her left upper arm and one that slashed
across her trim belly, from beneath her right breast to just above her navel.
The scars looked purple in the room’s dimness, not yet whitened with time.
    “Finger yourself for me,” he told her, not stirring from the
bed.
    Blue eyes blinked at him a moment. Was she too bashful to
perform in such a manner for him? Bloody unlikely. Those who arranged these
assignations knew his tastes. Hell, the officers who ran the Weapon/Shadowflash
division probably knew every mental detail about him that there was to know.
Certainly he had no illusions that they weren’t aware of the long-running sexual
intrigue between himself and Rune. How many times had they ducked out of their
daytime duties to slip into each other’s room,