pussy. We really would have been fucked—more than we will be soon—without that clarification.” He lifted both hands and waved them in the air. “Where is the shield protector? Or do you expect me to impregnate her, too?”
I blinked slowly at the floor. It could get worse.
The scientist replied, “We won’t be allowing protection at this time. Perhaps in the future, we will if you please us.” He peered down to his tablet and typed. “Are you worried about creating a baby with a Human, Subject 8?”
King Jordan lowered his arms. “Fuck you. And fuck your beliefs.”
“Is that even possible?” I gasped.
The scientist hummed quietly. “We don’t believe so. A Kireg’s deoxyribonucleic acid is much different from a Human. The probability is almost zero.”
My eyes widened. “Perhaps you should give him one of those shield protectors he wants?”
“We’ve already given our answer. It is no.”
The rebellion leader stepped in front of me. And my lowered gaze got a clear shot of his ass.
My lips curled. A bastard like him shouldn’t have a fit, tan butt like that.
I quickly looked up, though when he turned to face me, only my pile of clothes between us. I didn’t need to see his dick, even though my body was going to become too intimate with it soon. My attention stayed higher than waist level. My blue eyes stared at his chest, and I took a quick step back. He was massive. His pecs were enormous, no hair on the smooth flesh, his stomach a ripple of muscles. The mere size of his body was intimidating compared to my smaller frame.
The rebellion leader surprised me, though. He didn’t mock my show of fear.
Instead, he asked calmly—with a frown, “You’re not untouched, are you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m a Human. We don’t have sex to procreate.”
“Sacred Moon,” he cursed and rubbed at his chin.
I nibbled on my lower lip to peer up—a little—to his strong chin. “Are…” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Will you be able to become hard, as a male will need to be in the act?” It was a valid question, and I needed to know how much I would have to work to pull this off.
He lifted his right hand and ran his fingers through his white hair slowly, his bicep flexing with the motion. His head tipped down, and his cold eyes flicked down my body, pausing on the parts I was covering with my arms. The rebellion leader lifted his gaze and grunted, his tone quieting. “I’ll manage.”
Thank Mother Joyal.
I tilted to the side and glanced around him to the clock. “Fourteen seconds.”
“Time to start then,” he hissed. My eyes widened as my gaze flew to his when he came right at me, trampling my clothing. His purple eyes were frosted with determination—and loathing. His warm palms landed on my bare sides, his body still moving, pressing me backward until my shoulders hit the rounded wall behind us. “Stop covering yourself.”
I jerked my hands away from my body and fluttered them in front of his, not sure where the hell to touch him. Not wanting to touch him. “Uh…”
He snorted. “Just let me handle this, and it’ll go a lot smoother.”
I finally smacked my hands down on his shoulders, my fingers trembling on his flesh. His skin was hot and hard beneath my palms. I nibbled on my bottom lip and swiftly peered around him again. The clock had stopped at two seconds. My chest—my bare as hell chest—heaved in relief. Nevertheless, I held perfectly still when the rebellion leader invaded my personal space, placing his body flush with mine.
I blinked furiously when his cock touched my stomach—already hard. “I guess that really won’t be an issue.” His size might be though…since he was huge as hell. “Whatever you do, Kireg, do not just ram that thing into me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it, Human,” he growled under his breath. I trembled against his body as he dipped his head and placed his mouth against my neck. “I’d prefer not to have my
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