Daahn Rising by Brenna Lyons

he’d fastened on his shirt. When they were all open, she straightened and pressed her lips to his chin, inviting his face down.
    Their kisses were deep and slow. Zondra wrapped her hands around his waist. At every shift of his weight, Zondra dug in her nails or tightened her legs to remind him not to move.
    Evan growled in frustration.
    “Do you want to do this twice?” she asked.
    “And wait longer than two hours? Not a chance.”
    Zondra stretched up and nibbled at his lips. “Then we should get on with this, I think.”
    “Five more minutes,” Rayn’s assistant murmured.
    Just five minutes. Already half done.
    It was endless.
    Waiting the two hours will be worse. By far.
    Just kiss her. Surely he could spend five minutes kissing Zondra.
    It was easier thought than done. By the time the assistant announced four minutes left, his muscles were strung tight in restraint. Another minute and sweat rolled down his bare chest. Another...
    Stars burn, a second attempt doesn’t sound that bad, if I can have her now.
    “Okay. Let me get you out of that.” The young man moved closer and reached between them.
    Evan tensed, then calmed in the realization that he was reaching for the hardening goo. “I thought you said ten minutes,” he complained.
    “I lied. I knew it would take a minute or two to get you out of this. If I told you eight and took two more —”
    “I’d’ve kicked your ass,” Evan assured him.
    The assistant chuckled darkly. “Good thing I lied to you then.”
    Against his better judgment, Evan smiled. “You’re okay, kid.”
    “Tim. Tim Carew.”
    The solidified mass pulled away from Evan’s body with an odd tingling sensation. Tim waved him back, and his cock slid free.
    “Great. Now if you don’t mind —”
    Carew pulled the receptacle out of the table. “I get it. There’s a bed through there.” He jerked his thumb toward the door opposite the corridor. “If you can wait that long.”
    With that, he was gone through the corridor door. It closed behind him.
    Zondra started working her skirt up. Evan took one look at the view, scooped her up, and headed for the promised bed.
     
    ****
     
    There was no denying that Evan was at the edges of control. Zondra wasn’t certain what he’d do when they reached the bed, but it would be an adventure. She was sure that the next two hours would drive them both nearly mad.
    His grumbled curse brought her head around. Zondra didn’t have to question what had him so pissed off.
    The mirror took up the top half and two-thirds of the length of the wall to the left of the king-size bed. There was little question it was a two-way mirror with an observation room on the opposite side.
    “I am covering that fucking thing,” he promised.
    The speaker in the wall next to the mirror squawked. “ Not this time, Duncan. ”
    Rayn. Zondra considered shooting a rude Xxanian gesture at the mirrors.
    The head doctor continued. “ And not in the bathroom either. Not now. ”
    “I said I wasn’t going to put up with anyone watching us,” Evan warned him.
    Zondra silently offered her agreement. If there was one thing a Xxanian woman learned, it was to stay out of a battle between Dominants, and she didn’t doubt that Rayn was a human alpha, though she hadn’t tongue-scented the human to be sure.
    As if proving that point, Rayn pushed back. “ Are you saying you can promise you won’t break the rules set for you? ” the scientist asked with exaggerated calm.
    Evan’s muscles tightened down, and he seemed about to tell Rayn where he could shove his rules.
    “ It’s simple, Duncan. Either I can sedate you for the next two hours, or I can make sure you follow orders. ”
    Evan opened his mouth to retort.
    “ Not to mention, if you keep wasting semen and musk we could be collecting, we’ll have to use the collection bags longer. ” Rayn paused a moment. “ Maybe a few days longer. Maybe a week. Typically I wouldn’t allow you to have sex again at all