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  “Yes, Lone—do it.” Her words were almost a plea and her eyes were closed now, blocking out the banquet hall and everyone in it. Blocking out everyone but Lone. “Fuck me hard and come in me—come deep.”

  “My Lady’s wish is my command,” he groaned in her ear. She felt his big hands tighten on her hips and with the next deep, hard upwards thrust something hot and wet spurted deep inside her pussy, bathing the mouth of her womb and drenching her inner walls with his seed.

  Lizabeth moaned breathlessly. She had never been able to feel this with a human partner. Sex with Bernard had been—as Mistress Verlandah had described it earlier—“two pumps, a squirt, and a tickle.” Sex with Arturo had been considerably better but it had ended in tragedy so she tried to put it out of her mind. But with neither of them had she ever been able to feel them coming inside her.

  With Lone it was different. She could feel the hot, wet spurts of his seed pumping into her as he thrust deep and hard inside…she could feel her inner walls contracting and the mouth of her womb opening, drinking in everything he gave her thirstily and begging for more. And Lone was more than willing to give it to her.

  With every human lover she’d ever been with, the moment of male orgasm had been brief and they had gone limp after spurting a few weak jets.

  Lone was different.

  Maybe it was a Kindred thing but Lizabeth was astonished and aroused to feel him coming and coming over and over, giving her more and more of his seed and yet somehow, he never got soft. In fact, if anything, he grew bigger and harder as he continued to spurt, filling her to the brim until her thirsty pussy could hold no more and she felt his seed rolling down the insides of her thighs and wetting the black mesh dress she wore.

  The feeling of him coming inside her as he thrust deeply into her over and over suddenly pushed Lizabeth over the edge. With a little cry, she felt herself coming too—her pussy grasping his thick shaft even harder as the pleasure rolled through her in waves and she lost all control and moaned his name out loud.

  “Lone…Lone,” she cried, clutching at his muscular forearms. “Oh God, you’re making me come…making me come so hard.”

  “Yes, Mistress—I can feel you,” he growled hoarsely. “I can feel you coming all around me, your sweet pussy feels incredible when you come.”

  “I can’t…can’t help it. Oh, Lone…”

  “Mistress…Lizabeth,” he groaned in her ear. “You feel so good around me. Love you…love you so damn much.”

  “What?” His words seemed to break the spell she had somehow fallen under. Her eyes snapped open and Lizabeth saw that every eye in the banquet hall was trained on her and Lone. The Mistresses were tittering among themselves and speaking in hushed voices as their Novices serviced them. Mistress Verlandah was watching her with a sardonic expression on her sharp features.

  “Well, well, my dear,” she drawled. “So I see that you do enjoy the auto-rock function. Very much, apparently.”

  “I…I…” Suddenly Lizabeth was flooded with shame—shame for acting so wantonly in front of a group of strangers, shame for letting herself do something with her assistant that she ought to have avoided at all costs—something that was going to complicate their relationship forever, probably. But along with the shame she also felt…

  Love? What is this? Why am I feeling this? Love and devotion and a deep protectiveness…a willingness to do anything to protect my Mistress…the woman I love…

  Suddenly she understood that the emotions she was feeling weren’t hers.

  What the hell? She looked around wildly as though to identify the source of the strange emotions now flooding her.

  “Mistress?” Lone spoke in her ear. “Mistress, what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?”

  Lone—these emotions are coming from him! But how in the world…?

  It didn’t matter how or why, Lizabeth suddenly understood. What mattered was that she had to get out of here—now.

  Though she had thought it would be impossible to dismount from her assistant earlier, she began to make an effort now, trying to get away from the thick shaft that was still thrusting inside her.

  “Mistress—Lizabeth, wait!” Lone’s arms tightened around her waist. “At least get them to stop this damn chair first,” he growled in her ear. “It’s going to be impossible to get free of each other otherwise.”

  His words struck fear in her heart because it wasn’t just the damn rocking-fucking-chair they brought to mind.

  Impossible to be free of each other, a little voice whispered in her brain. That’s the truth, isn’t it? Because somehow, against all odds, you must have formed some kind of bond with him. Even though it’s supposed to be impossible. How else can you explain feeling his emotions as clearly as your own?

  “Stop this chair,” she snapped to one of the guards who was watching the scene going on with wide eyes. “Stop it at once—I mean it!”

  Hurriedly, the guard reached under the chair and did something to the mechanism beneath Lone’s seat. The chair stopped rocking so abruptly that Lizabeth was nearly flung out of it—would have been if Lone’s shaft in her pussy and his arms around her waist hadn’t anchored her so securely.

  But she was already fighting to be free of him.

  “Let go—let go of me,” she insisted in a low, angry voice.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Lone’s voice was soft and unhappy and she could feel his confusion coming loud and strong through the link they had somehow formed. He wondered why she was upset at him when he had only done as she requested. And it hurt him that he didn’t feel love coming from her in return.

  Don’t you understand? Lizabeth wanted to shout at him. I don’t love you because I can’t let myself love you! I don’t want to be hurt like that again!

  At last she was able to extricate herself from Lone’s lap and felt his long, thick shaft slide out of her. A rush of hot, sticky seed followed, dripping down her inner thighs in a humiliating display that made all the other Mistresses oooh and ahhh.

  “My goodness!” Lizabeth heard Mistress Gettsum murmur. “I’ve never heard of a male who came so much. And look—he’s still hard! Ogie, why can’t you stay hard like that after coming inside me?”

  “It’s because he’s Kindred, Mistress,” her Novice replied defensively. “It’s said they don’t get soft until they want to. And filling their ladies with a lot of seed helps bond the two of them together. So I’ve heard it said, anyway.”

  Never should have let him come in me—never! Lizabeth thought as she ran blindly for the exit of the banquet hall.

  “Mistress Paige, the banquet is not over and you are not dismissed!” she heard the Mistress Superior shouting behind her but she didn’t give a damn. She had to get out of here now.

  But though she ran down the long stone corridors away from the hall and away from Lone, she could still feel him inside her—could still feel his hurt and bewilderment that she had run from him.

  Oh God, what was she going to do?

  Seventeen

  Lone found her pacing their bedroom, still dressed in the black mesh dress, stained with his seed. He had left the banquet early as well—there seemed to be no point in staying after Lizabeth had gone. He was, after all, only there to service her and nobody tried to stop him from un-strapping himself from the rocking chair and leaving the hall.

  Only it seems I serviced her a little too well, he thought unhappily, watching her pace. By now he had also realized that he and Lizabeth had formed a sort of partial bond somehow. Lone didn’t know how it had happened—it shouldn’t have been possible when he had no Twin to help him. He couldn’t hear Lizabeth’s thoughts but he could feel her unhappiness and uncertainty coming loud and clear through the new link.

  “Lizabeth,” he murmured, going to her. “Mistress—”

  “What do you want?” She rounded on him, her blue-green-gray eyes stormy. “And how did this happen? I can feel your emotions—I shouldn’t be able to do that!”

  “I don’
t know how it was possible for us to form even a partial bond.” Lone spoke softly, hoping to placate her. “But is it really such a bad thing, Lizabeth?”

  “What? How can you ask that?” she demanded. “I’m supposed to be your boss but I let you fuck me and now we have this…this connection. Of course it’s a bad thing! It’s not appropriate at all.”

  “No…” He shook his head. “That’s not it. Or at least, that’s not the only reason you’re upset.” He looked at her earnestly. “Is it because I’m a loner? Because I have no twin to help me call a mate?”

  “What? Call a mate?” Lizabeth shook her head. “No, it’s not that.”

  “Then what?” Lone insisted. “Why does it bother you to let me help you through your needing? Why are you so upset that we seem to have formed a partial bond? It’s not because you don’t want me—I can smell your desire when I’m near you and it’s not just since you were exposed to the Xi-46 compound. Whether you want to admit it or not, your body responds to mine—it always has.”

  She shook her head again and he felt her shame through their link.

  “All the times we joked around and teased each other before all this started…all the inappropriate thoughts I had about you—about us… I thought I was keeping it to myself but I guess not. God, have I really been so obvious?”

  “Not to anyone else, I’m sure. But your body doesn’t lie to me—it can’t lie, Lizabeth,” Lone told her gently. “I can smell your desire as clearly as you smell mine.”

  “Your bonding scent,” she whispered. “You’ve been making it for a long time now, haven’t you? Is that why I couldn’t resist you?”

  “Don’t feel bad.” Lone cupped her shoulders in his hands. “I can’t resist you either.”

  “Well you ought to,” she said, pulling away. “We both ought to. This isn’t appropriate. “I’m your boss and—”

  “Then I’ll quit,” Lone said simply. “As soon as we get back to the Mother Ship, I’m giving you my notice. After all, you’ve been telling me for some time that I’m ready to start my own practice.”

  “What?” Lizabeth looked stunned. “You want to leave because—”

  “Of course I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you—just not as your assistant.” Lone gave her a significant look. “Lizabeth, you know what I mean—what I want. I want you.”

  A shock ran though her—Lone felt it. She didn’t believe he really wanted her but why?

  “That’s impossible,” she blurted, shaking her head. “Absolutely not. You…you’re too…”

  “Too what? What’s the problem?” Lone demanded in frustration. “Why won’t you even consider me?”

  “You’re so young,” she exclaimed. “God, Lone! I know Kindred don’t make a big deal out of their birthdays but you’re what—thirty-two? Thirty-three?”

  “I was thirty cycles at my last name day,” he said stiffly. “Not that I see what my age has to do with anything.”

  “Only thirty?” Lizabeth shook her head. “You do realize I’m forty-five, right? It would never work. I’m old enough to be your mother.”

  “I don’t need a mother,” he protested in a low, angry voice. “I need you, Lizabeth—a woman I can care for and respect and love. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you—don’t you know that?” He ran a hand though his hair in frustration—how could he make her understand? “I could scarcely get through the Goddess-damned interview when we first met because all I could think about was your beauty,” he said. “I went back to my suite that evening and…Gods, I don’t know how many times I jerked off to the thought of you. I want you.”

  “You say that now—you think that now.” There was bitterness in her voice as she backed away from him. “But it won’t last, Lone. You have a crush, that’s all. You’re hot for teacher, but trust me, you’ll get over it as soon as some pretty young thing that’s more your age comes along.”

  “That’s bullshit!” he said roughly but he could feel through their link that she really believed it. “Lizabeth, look at me,” he demanded. “How many times can I tell you I love you? How many ways can I prove that I want you—forever?”

  But she only shook her head and headed for the door.

  “Where are you going?” Lone demanded. “We’re not done talking.”

  “Oh yes, we are,” she shot back. “And I’m going to have some time to myself—and to get cleaned up.”

  “Where—the cleansing pools? You know you can’t go in them alone—you’ll be boiled alive,” Lone pointed out.

  “There are some other hot springs in the Tower that you can go into alone. Mistress Anarrah told me about them.” She stepped into the fresher for a moment and when she came out the stained black dress was gone and she was wearing a long blue drying sheet wound around her body like a towel.

  “Lizabeth, please…” Lone could feel his frustration rising but he tried to swallow it down. “Please just talk to me,” he begged. “Tell me why you feel this way—how you could ever think I’d treat you so badly.”

  “I can’t talk right now.” Her voice was brittle—as stiff as her touch-me-not posture. “Please just let me have some time to myself, Lone. I need to…to process this.”

  Lone sank back on the bed, defeated. Clearly she didn’t intend to discuss their situation any further right now and there was nothing he could say that would make her change her mind.

  “All right, Mistress,” he said helplessly. “Just be careful. I don’t like the idea of you wandering around the Tower alone.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Lizabeth said shortly. “Women are in charge around here—remember? It’s not like I’m going out among the Friezens.”

  Then she stalked out of the room and Lone heard her footsteps echoing in the long stone corridor as she left him. Frustration gripped him—why was she being this way? Why did she refuse his love? Refuse to even believe that he loved her in the first place?

  Rage rose in him and he turned and punched one of the thick wooden bedposts holding the elaborate brocade canopy over the bed. Pain exploded in his hand and the post gave way with a harsh crack! One corner of the canopy sagged as Lone stared bleakly at the damage he had done. He’d made a fucking mess.

  But it was nothing compared to the damage Lizabeth had done to his heart.

  Nothing at all.

  Lizabeth could still feel him long after she left the room they had been assigned behind. She felt his frustration and anger and then a sudden pain in her hand—where the hell was that coming from? Had Lone punched something?

  She shivered and walked a little faster. Whatever had happened, she didn’t want to know. She just wanted to have some time to herself to try and pull herself back together.

  It seemed that she wandered for hours. She told herself she was looking for the other bathing pools—the ones Mistress Anarrah had told her about. But somehow she never found them—her feet seemed to be taking her in circles as her thoughts tumbled over themselves in chaotic patterns.

  So Lone thought he loved her—wasn’t that nice, she thought savagely. He wanted to swear his eternal, undying love to the older woman he idolized. Just like Arturo had sworn up and down that she was the only one for him. Right up until she’d caught him—

  “What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Karx? I told you to extract more gems from under the tarp in my private hallway before you tried another mining site! And now I find you digging right in the middle of the communal baths!”

  The familiar voice brought Lizabeth up short. She was standing in an open doorway that led into a room filled with many small, sunken pools with steam rising up from them. Her feet had somehow brought her to the bathing pools Mistress Anarrah had told her about after all—but it seemed she wasn’t alone.

  Quickly she drew back into the shadows beside the doorway but she couldn’t quite bring herself to leave. Something was going on with Karx and Mistress Verlandah and she wanted to know what it was.

  Holding a digging implement with
a laser cutter on its end, was Karx. He had apparently been unearthing a rich vein of some deep, ruby-red gems which were embedded in the stone wall. Facing him, her cold features twisted with anger, was the Mistress Superior.

  “I dig where there’s gems to mine, Mistress,” Karx growled, glaring at her. “You want to finance your expensive house on Yonnie Six—well, this is the only way to do it. So you’d better leave me to my methods and stop bitching and moaning about where the gold and gems come from in the first place.”

  “I tell you, I won’t have it!” Mistress Verlandah exclaimed. “The other Mistresses will become suspicious if you dig in public places, Karx! Why don’t you try the Meditation Grotto again?”

  “Those veins were tapped out months ago,” he snapped. “And don’t forget our deal, Mistress—when we get out of here, I go my way and you go yours. There has to be enough to finance both of us since I’m damn sure not going to Yonnie Six with you where you can treat me like the dirt under your feet. So I don’t give a damn who knows we’ve been digging up the Sacred Mountain as long as I get the fuck out of here!”

  “Why you insolent, insufferable, disgusting male,” the Mistress Superior gasped. “I’ll have you in a pain collar before this night is out and then we’ll see if you dare to talk back to your Mistress again!”

  “Fuck that and fuck you,” Karx growled. Dropping his digging tool, he wrapped thick fingers around the Mistress Superior’s throat and forced her to her knees. “In fact…” An evil grin began to grow on his dark face. “I think I’ll fuck your pretty little mouth, Mistress. Open up.”

  Mistress Verlandah choked and struggled but Karx forced open her mouth with one hand and pulled out a sizable member with the other.

  “Suck on this, Mistress,” he growled. “Unless you’d rather I choked you to death.”

  The Mistress Superior opened her mouth—possibly to gasp for air—and her Novice rammed his long, thick shaft down her throat—which made her choke for a whole different reason.