“And if we take you in your ass and mouth?” Kriss asked.
“I can come, too. I don’t need a cock in my pussy to come.”
“Just like a droid,” Jago laughed.
She hid a frown. She wasn’t just like a sexdroid. Droids came because they were responding to a program, a code that guaranteed an orgasm. Hers still needed an emotional release to be real. Jago’s comment made Shayla realize that although her education was ongoing, the nestors’ had just begun. She would show these alpha males how real she was, and if that meant the occasional bout of tears and antagonism to make her point, then so be it. She wasn’t a machine. She had feelings, and currently, they were riding high, and the last thing she wanted was to spoil things with stupid remarks about sexdroids. The comparisons had to stop, surely?
The trouble was, Shayla had no idea what exactly they were comparing her to. If she could see how they fucked a sexdroid, then maybe she would help them appreciate how different it was with a human. Feelings mattered.
Jago’s grin broadened. “Would you like another orgasm?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes, please.”
“Let’s go for—” Jago was interrupted by a low boom that echoed around the house. The smile left his face. “We’ve been summoned for duty.”
“Now?” She propped herself up on her elbows as both men jumped to their feet.
“Yes.” They gathered their clothes and dressed. “Stay here. Bathe if you wish.”
“How long will you be gone?”
Kriss frowned as if the question was unnecessary. “We don’t know.”
With t
heir boots on, they strode to the door and left without even a goodbye. Shayla slumped onto the cushions, frustrated and annoyed.
She chose to shower, and standing under the spray of water, she washed away the traces of her lust. Feeling refreshed, she entered the living space. She wandered around the edge of the room, trailing her hand along the wall until she came to the computer globe. She reached out, her fingertips so close to touching it, then she retracted her hand.
What else could she do with her time? There was no need to cook, wash, or clean. There seemed to be no media center or screen, and the only view out of the window was the still lake. Shayla hadn’t anticipated the boredom and now she wondered how to keep her mind occupied and empty. Meditate, Alfraya would tell her. Meditate! She was too restless, too excited to sit quietly.
She lay back down on the bed of cushions and rested her hands on her belly. Time for a little daydreaming.
Kriss. He exemplified the spirited young soldier. Energetic, and possibly temperamental. Would he be able to control his urges? Whereas Jago was definitely the leader type, dark and broody, maybe. She had no real understanding of their personalities, or even their potential. She would have to wait and see.
What she did know was both of them were divine alphas with glorious masculine qualities. She ached where they had used her and that residue of their presence was her weakness. Stroking her hand down her belly, she touched herself, sighed and slowly began to circle the epicenter of her lust. The very thing she should not touch alone.
Chapter Three
Kriss couldn’t wait to get back home. The call out was a waste of time. A false alarm in the incubator. The queen was safe and unaware of the fuss. Jago summoned a technician from the city to fix the alarm. He also chastised the guards on duty for not investigating themselves.
Jago strode ahead of Kriss, exited the underground vault where the developing nestors were kept, and used the elevator to reach the surface. From there, they boarded a jet scooter and crossed the expanse of the lake to their habitat.
The creature, the glorious female, was right where they had left her, stretched out on the cushions with one arm draped over her face and the other lying on her belly. She was asleep, purring softly.
Jago tapped the hidden console on the wall and examined the log. He frowned and pointed at the display.
“A spike. Temperature rise by a subpoint and her heartrate trebled. Almost like this.” Jago showed Kriss the display from a few hours earlier.
On the floor, Shayla stirred and sat up. “Hello,” she said, evidently pleased to see them. Her pert little nipples jiggled as she rose to her feet and she remembered to clasp her hands behind her back.
Jago pivoted and puffed out his lips. “Shayla. Did you orgasm in our absence?”
Kriss admired the way her cheeks blushed bright pink and the whites of her pretty eyes turned into silvery moons. She would be a fool to deny it; she was in enough trouble already.
She dropped her chin. “Yes, sir,” she said. “How did you know?”
Jago answered. “The house is equipped with monitors that records sensory data. If it detects a medical crisis, an alarm will summon a response team. Naturally, it picks up on other physiological changes, such as sleeping, and heightened sexual arousal.”