had been built in the late 1800s, and he suspected this stone was purposefully set to hide valuables. It was by accident that Dante had pressed on the right corner, revealing a hollow space beneath.
He heard movement in Haley’s room. Was she having trouble sleeping too? How was he going to make it through two weeks without wanting to take her as his Kithra? His blood boiled, aching for her, his cock hardening. He’d have to find other Kithras to relieve this compulsion for sex and the need to collect chi. His heightened sex drive was a matter of instinct and survival. But now the thought of hunting for new prey sent utter dread through him. The best way to protect Haley was to resist her.
Focus on the horses and what she needs to do. That thought gave him some peace. Maybe now he could sleep. From the corner of his eye, he caught movement. Standing a few feet away was Haley, naked.
“You weren’t in your room,” she said softly in a sultry voice.
His groin stirred. God, he wanted her as a man wanted a woman, not as a Drone craved his next Kithra. This was why she shouldn’t be here. “Haley, this is a bad idea.”
She walked up to him and placed her hands on his chest. “Why? Don’t tell me you don’t want me. I saw it in your eyes, felt it in your kiss, among other places. So why is this so bad? We’re two adults.”
He took in a breath and felt himself grow hard. “This is dangerous for you.” There. He’d said it.
She laughed. “Dangerous? Spare me. You have no idea where I’m from. Or what I’ve lived through. Your tough friends don’t scare me.”
He frowned. “What did you live through that makes you so tough?” How much did she remember about Anartia?
“It’s not important. What happened in Texas was years ago. That was another life.”
“Texas? What happened in Texas?” He was confused.
She groaned. “Forget it. Take me to bed.” She stroked her breasts with the tips of her fingers, then pinched her nipples.
His cock was so hard now it ached. He shook his head. A Drone is created to seduce and collect chi, not resist advances. Did he even have the power to resist? Her breasts were so invitingly close. Even without his heightened senses, he could smell her arousal. “No, Haley. I’m sorry.” He stepped away from her, grabbed a poker and stabbed at a log, sending sparks up the chimney.
“Then I’ll sleep right here on this blanket in front of the fire.” At his feet, she stretched out on her back, her arms over her head and her legs slightly parted. Was it instinct? How did she know that was the position he usually took his Kithra?
“You’re beautiful, Haley.” Firelight danced across her naked body. Never had he taken a Kithra to his cabin before. It was a precaution in case the Kithra remembered anything the following day. Could he make love to her without reaching an orgasm? His gratification could be deadly for her.
Haley was a natural Sha Warrior. Her state of high energy wasn’t acquired by hours of regimented meditation. Standing over her, he felt the sexual draw to her. A Drone’s purpose was to acquire chi for the survival of his universe. He groaned. No amount of willpower could stop that drive. He’d take care with her, but he couldn’t resist her any longer. His cock pulsed with an ache that would only be relieved by a collection of chi or an orgasm.
Raising her head, she looked at him with pleading, lustful eyes and arched her back. “Touch me, Dante,” she breathed as she moved her hands over her breasts, then began to stroke her pussy. There was a frantic tone to her voice.
He gave in. He was draining chi by fighting his lust for her. He would stay in control. Quickly, he removed his clothes and knelt down beside her. She reached for him and shot him a grateful smile.
Dante’s hands roamed inches above her smooth skin without touching her. His flesh tingled as the surge of energy sparked off her body. This was drawing the chi to the surface and
He heard movement in Haley’s room. Was she having trouble sleeping too? How was he going to make it through two weeks without wanting to take her as his Kithra? His blood boiled, aching for her, his cock hardening. He’d have to find other Kithras to relieve this compulsion for sex and the need to collect chi. His heightened sex drive was a matter of instinct and survival. But now the thought of hunting for new prey sent utter dread through him. The best way to protect Haley was to resist her.
Focus on the horses and what she needs to do. That thought gave him some peace. Maybe now he could sleep. From the corner of his eye, he caught movement. Standing a few feet away was Haley, naked.
“You weren’t in your room,” she said softly in a sultry voice.
His groin stirred. God, he wanted her as a man wanted a woman, not as a Drone craved his next Kithra. This was why she shouldn’t be here. “Haley, this is a bad idea.”
She walked up to him and placed her hands on his chest. “Why? Don’t tell me you don’t want me. I saw it in your eyes, felt it in your kiss, among other places. So why is this so bad? We’re two adults.”
He took in a breath and felt himself grow hard. “This is dangerous for you.” There. He’d said it.
She laughed. “Dangerous? Spare me. You have no idea where I’m from. Or what I’ve lived through. Your tough friends don’t scare me.”
He frowned. “What did you live through that makes you so tough?” How much did she remember about Anartia?
“It’s not important. What happened in Texas was years ago. That was another life.”
“Texas? What happened in Texas?” He was confused.
She groaned. “Forget it. Take me to bed.” She stroked her breasts with the tips of her fingers, then pinched her nipples.
His cock was so hard now it ached. He shook his head. A Drone is created to seduce and collect chi, not resist advances. Did he even have the power to resist? Her breasts were so invitingly close. Even without his heightened senses, he could smell her arousal. “No, Haley. I’m sorry.” He stepped away from her, grabbed a poker and stabbed at a log, sending sparks up the chimney.
“Then I’ll sleep right here on this blanket in front of the fire.” At his feet, she stretched out on her back, her arms over her head and her legs slightly parted. Was it instinct? How did she know that was the position he usually took his Kithra?
“You’re beautiful, Haley.” Firelight danced across her naked body. Never had he taken a Kithra to his cabin before. It was a precaution in case the Kithra remembered anything the following day. Could he make love to her without reaching an orgasm? His gratification could be deadly for her.
Haley was a natural Sha Warrior. Her state of high energy wasn’t acquired by hours of regimented meditation. Standing over her, he felt the sexual draw to her. A Drone’s purpose was to acquire chi for the survival of his universe. He groaned. No amount of willpower could stop that drive. He’d take care with her, but he couldn’t resist her any longer. His cock pulsed with an ache that would only be relieved by a collection of chi or an orgasm.
Raising her head, she looked at him with pleading, lustful eyes and arched her back. “Touch me, Dante,” she breathed as she moved her hands over her breasts, then began to stroke her pussy. There was a frantic tone to her voice.
He gave in. He was draining chi by fighting his lust for her. He would stay in control. Quickly, he removed his clothes and knelt down beside her. She reached for him and shot him a grateful smile.
Dante’s hands roamed inches above her smooth skin without touching her. His flesh tingled as the surge of energy sparked off her body. This was drawing the chi to the surface and
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