Waia's breath caught when a huge
man stepped through a door in the far corner of the room.
Broad shouldered, wearing tight black pants that hung low
on his narrow hips, he wore nothing from the waist up. His
massive chest was void of any hair and glistened as if it had
been recently oiled. His dark nipples bore small silver piercings,
the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.
Her throat went dry as he approached. She'd never seen a man
so compelling. He had a square jaw, no facial hair, with a
broad nose and piercing eyes that focused only on her. Long
black hair draped over his shoulders. Hair that she'd want
to hold onto, run her fingers through, while she pleasured
him. Though not classically handsome, something about him called
to her. She had to remind herself to breathe.
Before she'd been changed she would have been proud to call
this man her mate, would have asked to be joined with him.
They would bear strong children together.
Now...she only knew failure. And defeat had never been within
her before. Angry at the need squeezing her belly into a ball
of nerves, she bowed her head when he stopped in front of them.
"You are Kyr?" Laren asked.
"I am."
That voice. Deep, sensual, like lying in the midst of rippling
waves. The tones caressed her skin, reminding her of the need
that pulsed within her.
"I am Laren, Commander of Earth's
Intergalactic Enforcement Unit. I've come to ask your help."
Waia listened as Laren recounted the story of what had happened
to her.
"She's been genetically altered?"
"Yes."
"I've heard of this, though have
never met anyone who's been through the process. Most die."
"Yes, they do. However, for some
reason she lived."
He stepped toward her. "Look up
at me."
She did, instantly mesmerized by the swirling colors in his
eyes. First gray, then a dark, stormy blue. Despite the voice
within her commanding her to show him respect as a master,
she arched a brow, her gaze pouring over his body the same
as he did to her.
One corner of his mouth lifted. "What
is your name?"
"Waia."
He nodded. "Your name signifies
you are from the south pacific region of the planet Earth."
She couldn't prevent her wide-eyed look
of surprise. "How
did you know that?" she blurted, expecting immediate punishment
for speaking without permission.
Instead, his lips curled into a full
smile. "I know many
things. Different cultures interest me, especially those on
Earth."
His intellect surprised her. Most men she knew didn't take
time to learn of the same things that interested her.
"Why did you bring her to me, Laren?"
"No one else can handle her needs.
You are the best submissive trainer in the nearby galaxies.
I was hoping you would take
her on."
Kyr had not asked her to lower her eyes
so she kept her gaze on his face. He frowned and looked at
Laren when he replied. "You
are aware I only accept a few cases now?"
Laren nodded. "Yes, but since she
is a special one, we thought you might be willing to assist.
Kaden of Xarta sent
me to you."
Kyr nodded and smiled. "I haven't
seen Kaden in quite some time. I understand he met and married
a woman from Earth."
"Yes, a woman from my enforcement
unit, actually. Her name is Marina."
He went silent then and turned his attention back to her.
His gaze roamed from her face to her breasts, lingering there
before moving over her hips and legs. She felt lacking, inadequate,
but held firm, keeping her gaze focused on his. The resulting
pain lanced her belly and she fought for control. Showing weakness
to a man like Kyr would set a precedent she wasn't comfortable
with, no matter what these damned genes inside her compelled
her to do.
Why couldn't she just give in to her body's demands?
"You are quite beautiful, Waia," he
said, bridging the distance between them with one step. He
hovered so close
she could smell him. Pure, elemental male. Musky, earthy, and
aroused. She'd know that scent anywhere. It haunted her dreams,
filled her body with needs that confused her.
"Tell me" he continued. "Do
you hunger?"
"No."
The sparkle in his eyes unnerved her. "You're
lying. Tell me what your body feels."
She would do no such thing. No one could
understand how she felt, especially a man used to dominating
his women. "I
can't."
He caressed her cheek with his hand,
the gentle action more of a shock than if he'd grabbed her
and demanded she answer.
His coaxing voice settled between her legs as he said, "Tell
me. Let me help you."
"It aches," she admitted, then
cursed her traitorous body.
He arched a brow. "Aches, how?"
Heated flames licked along the back of
her neck and traveled to her face. "Inside."
"You're being purposely vague. Answer
me in detail. What does your body feel?"
She had no choice but to answer, though
her tone was accusatory. "It
hurts, deep inside my pussy. My breasts feel full and swollen,
my nipples erect every moment of every day. An incessant throbbing
stabs my belly with a sharp burning that never goes away. It
follows me in my dreams at night, a desperate searching for
something I cannot find. I feel as if part of me is missing,
that I am somehow not whole."
"What are you searching for?"
Somehow she knew he was already aware
of her answer and she hated herself for needing to reply. "A
master to dominate me, to allow me to serve him, to pleasure
him in any way he
wishes. I cannot be fulfilled until I have that. I feel like
I will die without it."
He turned his head toward Laren and nodded. "I'll
take care of her."
