Yeah. That.
I run out of air and stop screaming only to draw in another breath. I grab Mohrn’s head with my right hand, to hold him in place, in case he quits biting me, and with my left I reach down and unfasten the restraint holding his right arm pinned.
Now I’m clutched in his arms. He’s fucking, growling, driving that cock hard inside me, all while I’m aware of a string of climaxes hitting me, one right after the other, literally draining my balls dry. All I can do is hold on and gasp for breath.
This is…
Fuck.
This is…
Exquisite.
I think my eyes roll back in my head at one point. And still he’s pumping me full of venom, and it’s like some sort of goddamned drug.
No wonder MC wants to know how this shit works!
A low hum inside my brain grows louder, more insistent. When I really start to pay attention to it, I realize it’s not a hum, it’s words.
It’s Mohrn.
It’s their thoughts.
I’m now tapped directly into their mind. They’re distraught, terrified—and extreeemly horny for me, thank you very much. And as I wade deeper into their thoughts, I…see.
I see everything.
I see their fear, not just in this moment, or worry they’ll hurt me, but over their future and what will happen to them.
I see their past years of isolation.
I see their pain over leaving Pfahrn—not what they wanted to do—but thinking it was the only choice they had left to them to have any kind of quality of life.
I see their confusion over their feelings for me and hoping it’s real and not fake on my part.
I see…
Oh, shit.
I see the truth.
I see why I thought there was something pretty goddamned fishy about the whole fricking situation.
Mohrn wasn’t the driver that night.
They weren’t even there.
There’s a reason why Mohrn has never claimed guilt over the accident—because “accepting responsibility” isn’t a lie. They’ve never stated anything about the accident except that Wrohlyyn died and they’re accepting responsibility.
There’s actually a second, secret contract. Yyallohrn paid Mohrn to take the fall to protect Geelahm and Ayyalhm, who were actually in the vehicle that night. Mohrn either doesn’t know which of them was responsible, or thinks they were equally responsible.
Under the circumstances, if they accepted responsibility for the accident, Wrohlyyn’s family could have demand both their birthrights for what happened, as well as a huuuuuge chunk of Yyallohrn’s estate.
But Mohrn is ishblane—no estate, no birthright. By striking the deal Yyallohrn negotiated with them, supposedly on Mohrn’s behalf, it basically made Wrohlyyn’s family shrug and go away, thinking that was far more than they ever hoped to achieve. Didn’t hurt it was the fricking Khalden helping negotiate the deal.
Yyallohrn paid Dohrn and Mohrn a lot of fucking money, including all the expenses for me and my contract, to take the fall to protect their own reputation and estate and offspring. The secret contract Mohrn signed with Yyallohrn and Dohrn also has a confidentiality clause in it.
All Mohrn feels they have left now is their private honor, because through all of this they have let others speak for them. All they have done is kept to the letter of the agreement by accepting responsibility.
They’ve never admitted responsibility, or guilt. Even the contract they signed with Wrohlyyn’s family is so carefully worded in such a way that it’s more everyone else assigning responsibility to Mohrn, not them admitting it.
I’m crying now. Sobbing. The big pink bastard is completely innocent. They were so desperate to find someplace they felt wanted and accepted that they were willing to do this to earn the money they needed to leave the only place they’ve ever wanted to live, and the only home they’ve ever known.
Oh, my gods…
I see it all. I see their entire life. I see their hopes and dreams and loneliness. They wished they could become Khalden, like Yyallohrn, and join the legislature to protect others who are ishblane like them, and responsibly manage the planet so it doesn’t become a mining hellhole. But because they’re ishblane there is literally zero chance of that ever happening, or of them finding a loving mate on Pfahrn.
I feel their fucking heartbreak over walking away from Pfahrn, their favorite spot by the river, how they grieve knowing they’ll never go back, because of the contract terms.
I feel their loneliness, their worry they’ll never find anyone to truly love them.
As I sit there, holding on and letting Mohrn use me, use my body, their sanity slowly draining back into them as they pour their venom into me, I know two things with perfect clarity—I’m absolutely in love with this beautiful big, pink bastard.
And I will absolutely do anything it takes to figure out how to clear their name and make the others pay so Mohrn never has to leave this world they love so much.
Eventually, Mohrn slumps back against the bed, their jaws going slack. I realize they’ve passed out. But their cock is still buried in me, hard, pulsing—attached inside me—and I don’t think it’s safe yet to try to break this connection. Besides, I’m not even sure I can walk. I’m still emotionally stunned from the revelations, and physically stunned from the bite.
And the excellent dicking I just received.
“Lights dim,” I hoarsely call out. Seconds later, they do.
I work by feel to find the other restraint straps and unfasten them. Then, without dislodging their cock from my ass, I stretch back and grab the blanket from the end of the bed, where it’s wadded up under Mohrn’s feet. I pull it over my back as I settle in with my head on their chest. Then I find the bed controls and bump the angle of the head up a few degrees so it’s perfectly comfortable now. I manage to stretch my legs out on either side of Mohrn, still without dislodging their cock from me, and I pretend we’re alone in a hotel room somewhere instead of locked in this ward in the prison hospital.
I’ve made a goddamned sticky mess everywhere between us, but I don’t care. I can still hear Mohrn in my thoughts, and I can still see into their soul. I close my eyes and nuzzle my face in the crook of their neck and…explore their mind.
Roam freely and learn everything I can about them.
Now I understand why, when I kiss them, I get that weird sensation on my tongue when I run it across their canines. The venom. They must be somewhat immune to their own like that, in their mouths.
Also explains why Pfahrn never developed kissing as an activity.
Or oral sex.
Then again, Mohrn was a virgin when we met. Maybe established mates do all of that together.
The big pink bastard is far from an emotionless, detached creature. They’ve carefully concealed their pain and vulnerabilities from everyone, even more than their kind usually does, because they’re lonely and scared.
Like me, all they’ve ever wanted was to find someone to love and have a peaceful, happy life.
That’s it.
They like art, they enjoy nature.
They are in a lot of emotional pain.
They miss me when they have to say goodbye to me after every visit.
They hope I’m happy with this arrangement, that they make me feel as good as I make them feel. They’re also scared that maybe I’m lying to them and telling them I’m okay but I’m really not.
That makes me tear up a little and I can’t hold back my sniffles.
I wish they could see into my brain like this but because I don’t have the same capability to envenomate them it’s not possible to create that kind of link.
Or…is it?
Maybe that’s a question for H’looder. I’m sure he’s up to the challenge.
Worse, Mohrn’s terrified their secret will somehow get out by their own doing, that they’ll violate the contract with Yyallohrn and destroy the only thing they feel they have left—their honor.
They also hate that they can’t tell me the full truth, worry that I think less of them for believing they’re guilty of Wrohlyyn’s death, and they’re regretful they have to keep secrets from me because they worry that, too, will drive a wedge between us.
Ooooh, buddy. Don’t worry. Just you wait.
I’m already planning. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I do know that the Pfahrn behind this fucking mess think I’m nothing other than a stupid, greedy, horn-dog human. They think their secret’s safe.
I now understand, even though Mohrn apparently doesn’t, that this is the true reason Dohrn and Yyallohrn pushed for a non-Pfahrn mate for Mohrn, and for them to select a shorter sentence up here on the station.
Because they knew a Pfahrn mate would see the truth and reveal it out of duty and honor.
Except they never anticipated this slippery little human having the weight of a very tenacious and brilliant Veraci scientist who works for Maxim Colonies on his side.
I can guarantee those sleazy fucks will never see me coming until it’s too late.
Chapter Twenty-Five
At some point I doze off. I’m counting on this gargantuan fuck-up by the Guyardiens giving me some special privileges and time with Mohrn I wouldn’t normally be allowed.
I awaken when I feel Mohrn’s shocked gasp.
I don’t move. “I’m comfy, dude,” I mumble. “Just stay still. Please?” I am comfy. That’s the complete truth. The warmth of their body under mine, the way they smell—and the lovely post-sex bliss, like every bone in my body has melted—everything about this is a little slice of heaven I don’t usually get to enjoy.
How stupid is it that part of me wishes I could live here, with Mohrn?
If they told me I could do that, I would. In a heartbeat.
Good luck getting us out of bed, though.
I can feel Mohrn’s hesitation, their fear, but then they finally wrap their arms around me, holding me, and it feels like more heaven has blessed me.
“Mmm,” I mumble. “Thank you.”
Their mind is racing, wide awake even though they’re barely moving at all.
“What…happened?” they finally ask.
“You tell me.” I nuzzle the side of their neck and deeply inhale. I know my tone drops into dark and dangerous territory and I don’t care. “I have unfinished business with the fucking Guyardiens, though. They were supposed to keep this shit from happening to you.”
Finally, Mohrn’s embrace tightens around me. “Please do not antagonize them, Sy,” they softly say. “I am afraid of them.”
My heart breaks once more even as anger fills me on their behalf. I kiss the side of their neck. “No, I made a deal with the fuckers to protect you, and they broke it. They’re going to hear about this.”
“Deal?” More stress enters their mind as I belatedly realize I should’ve kept that back for now.
Shit. “Don’t worry about it,” I tell Mohrn. “That’s my job, to worry about you and try to take care of you as best I can under the circumstances. What do you remember about what happened?”
“I…” Their voice drifts off. “I was seated in the common area in my cellblock and I heard alarms go off. Guards started running out of the area, so I stood to return to my cell. I thought it would be safest. I…” I hear the pain in their voice, feel it thrumming through their soul. This part was cloudy in their memory, too. “I believe someone attacked me from behind.”
“I’ll demand they go through the CCTV. There has to be video of it.” I finally lift my head to look at them and their eyes are back to blue, that deep, sweet turquoise color. “I don’t know how long you were here before I got to you, but they had you fully restrained. They told me they tried tranquilizing you. You were deep in a mating heat rage. They barely got you in here and strapped down.”
They study me. “And you…” Sadness fills their eyes. “You still came to me?”
I nod. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.” I fake a smile. “I’m your slippery little human, after all.”
Their gaze shifts to my left, widening in horror. “Sy, your shoulder!”
I glance at it. It looks a lot worse than it is because of all the dried blood. “It’s fine,” I tell them. “It’s almost healed.”
The bite is.
I can still feel the effects of their venom rolling through me. The connection to them is a little weaker than it was at its strongest, but it’s still there, and solid.
I feel their shame, their horror, their—
I kiss Mohrn, slanting my lips over theirs and running my tongue along the seam of their lips, demanding entry. We’re still joined, even though they’ve softened and detached inside me, and all I have to do is move.
I don’t want to.
I want to stay right where I am, here with Mohrn, for as long as I can drag this out.
We both desperately need this.
I play my tongue over the tips of their canines. When I taste hints of Mohrn’s venom, my own exhausted cock twitches a little between us where it’s pinned and probably stuck like damn glue to both of us.
“Mohrn-mohr,” I playfully remind them. “I’m yours, you’re mine. Simon-mohr. I take care of you, you take care of me.”
“Honesty is first, Sy,” Mohrn softly says.
I nod, my smile fading. They’re not letting this drop.
“What deal with the Guyardiens?” they ask.
I realize the last thing I want to do is tell Mohrn what I did. Not because I’m ashamed of it…
Well, okay, maybe because I am a little ashamed of it. How stupid is it that I wish I hadn’t physically enjoyed it?
But the weight of that burden—of what I did to protect them—shouldn’t fall on their shoulders.
I know from this point forward that’s not something I can ever do again, though. Not when I realize how much I love this big pink bastard.
Mohrn’s the only one for me, period.
I sit up, wincing as my skin tugs on my cock where my cum has dried and stuck us together. I give as short and sanitized version of the deal as possible. I finish with, “They were supposed to protect you. That was the deal. I was told they do not go back on a deal when they make one, especially when they seal it…eh, personally.”
I feel…something through our connection. I realize Mohrn doesn’t yet know I can do that and I decide to keep that back, for now.
Unless they ask me directly.
From the depth of the darkness that just appeared in their thoughts, part of me thinks maybe Mohrn feels…jealous?
“This explains why I see more of them now than I did in the beginning,” they say. “Before, I only had regular guards. Now I usually have at least one, sometimes two or three Guyardiens, who stay close, and I have had no problems with other inmates since.” They sigh. “Until today.”
“Yeah, that was the deal,” I say. I make them look me in the eyes. “I won’t do anything like that again. I promise.”
More of that darkness pulses through our connection, but now tinged with relief. “The contract allows it.”
“Fuck the contract, Mohrn. If I’d known how I’d come to feel about you, I would’ve found a better way.”
“Feel about me?”
I slowly nod. “This is way more than a contract to me. This is personal. I love you.”
Their gaze skips briefly to my shoulder and then back to me. “But I bit you. It is that, the venom.”
“Even before you bit me I felt strongly about you. That just clarified some things in my head. I’m not going anywhere once the contract ends. I want us to talk and see if we can start a new contract then.”
They really look confused now. “New contract?”
“Yeah. No pressure, though. We’ll play it by ear.” They still look confused. “We’ll take it one day at a time and see what happens. I have good feelings for you,” I add.
I hear their soft exhale and feel the hope and relief that are desperately trying to gain a foothold
in Mohrn’s soul. “I have good feelings for you, too,” they say.
I rest my forehead against Mohrn’s. “Do you want another round?”
“But your shoul—”
“Stop worrying about my shoulder. It’s fine. It looks worse than it is. It’s healed. Honestly? It felt damned good. If I knew you biting me like that would feel so fucking good, I would have ditched the protective shirt from the start.”
“But…”
They don’t know where to go with that and, honestly?
Neither do I.
“I’m good with this,” I assure them. “Do you want another round?”
They take a long time to answer me, staring at me, blinking. “I…I do not think I need another round.”
“Wasn’t my question, Mohrn. Now who’s the slippery one? Do you want another round? Because if you do, I want it, too.”
What I really want is another dose of that venom, so I know I can read them better.
And…because it feels so good, duh.
I don’t know how long the effects last, if it’s permanent, or will fade, or what. I guess those are questions for H’looder.
Who will, no doubt, want to take a fuckton of samples from me pretty darn quick.
“I’d enjoy another round,” I add.
They take several long minutes to study me and I wait them out. I feel their doubt, their hope, their mix of personal pain that predates me and makes me want to fucking punch people for instilling that pain in Mohrn.
Someone hurt this beautiful soul—he, they, phey, whatever fucking pronoun—Mohrn is beautiful to me. Someones hurt them in more ways than one, and it kills me I can’t erase that pain from their soul.
In this moment, I know I am in love in a way I’ve never felt before. I don’t give a shit what anyone says—it has nothing to do with the venom’s physical effects on my libido.
It has everything to do with seeing the truth about the beautiful soul I’m now connected to.
Like hell will I give them up without a fight.
“Did…did you truly enjoy this? Even though I hurt you?”
I cup their face and lean in, my eyes inches from theirs. “That sticky stuff between us? That’s me. I have never come so hard, or so many times so close together, without even touching my damn cock. I really enjoyed this. It was…I can’t explain it, because I haven’t felt anything like that before. It’s like the best orgasm I’ve ever felt, times a hundred, at least. I think the pain made it even better.”
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