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."
