Tycho
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Tycho moved forward and pulled her hard against him, his mouth crashing against hers in a brutal kiss.
This time Mia didn’t hold back. She opened to him as his tongue invaded her mouth. Their two tongues twined together as he slanted his mouth over hers.
Her fingers trailed over his body. For so long, she’d wanted to do this, and now she could. Now he was there in front of her. Not a memory. Not a dream.
Mia paused when her fingers encountered something wet and pulled back to look down.
Blood. There was blood on the hoodie he was wearing.
“Tycho?”
He grunted as she lifted the shirt a little, revealing not only his muscled frame but a large gash on his side.
Mia’s eyes widened. “You’re hurt!” She glanced around. Her words were a little louder than she expected.
“They’re downstairs,” he said. “I can hear them, but they can’t hear a thing. They’re too busy arguing who has to wait outside. They’re scared of me. Scared I’ll kill them.”
A small grin played on his lips. He enjoyed their fear.
Mia nodded but didn’t care. Her only concern now was about the gash on his side.
“Let’s get that cleaned up, then,” she whispered.
Mia stepped into the bathroom and was surprised to find her peach nightgown was now coated in blood on one side. She sighed and opened the medicine cabinet. It had never occurred to her to even look for supplies like that before.
It was only luck there was some antiseptic ointment, gauze, and some bandage tape. She wondered if the person who was there before might have gotten into the same sorts of scrapes. Or maybe this sort of thing was normal to keep in the medicine cabinet. Her view of what was normal was so askew these days. It was hard to remember what life was like before Dmitry.
When she turned, she found Tycho sitting on the toilet with his shirt off.
Sure, she’d caught the occasional look at him when he was changing shirts but never allowed herself to linger. Now he was sitting there in her bathroom, and all she could do was stare.
Her gaze wandered over him to the gash on his right side. It looked more superficial than anything and likely would be fine without stitches.
Mia knelt on the floor in front of him, resting her knees on the bathmat. Gently she pressed against the wound with a clean wash cloth. She winced when the muscles on his stomach tightened.
“Sorry,” she said softly.
Tycho grunted in response.
As she began to clean, the silence was almost deafening. She had to hear his voice.
“Where were you these past two weeks? What happened that night?” Mia glanced up to him and found his eyes on her.
“I went to warn Nikon after we realized that someone working with Dmitry was at the school. By the time I’d gotten there, they already had the girl.”
Mia stopped wiping the wound to look up to him.
“She’s fine,” he said quietly. “We got to her before they could kidnap her.”
Mia let out the breath she had been holding. It was strange. She’d spent so much time hating the Luna hybrids that she was surprised that she still cared about them or their Vestals.
Tycho shook his head. “We had just about won it all when I got hit.” He stared at his arm as if he expected something to be there. “I was hit with something. It was like a bullet. Maybe a tranq. That would explain the lost days.” He shrugged and looked back to her. “After that they had me locked in a cell.”
Mia finished cleaning the wound. When he moved, she noticed his poor torn hands. She held his palms out and cleaned them as best and gently as she could.
“I didn’t realize so much time had passed,” Tycho said. “They kept me drugged the entire time.” His hands closed over hers, and she looked up to him. “I missed you. More than anything in the world, I wanted to get out and tell you all the things I’d wanted to before. It’s what helped keep me going.”
Her heart hammered. It seemed like she’d been waiting for this her whole life. From the very first moment she’d seen Tycho at the apartment she’d shared with her sister. There was an instant connection between them. Deep down in her soul, she knew she was meant for him. No matter where circumstances had led them.
She was his.
Chapter Seven
Tycho stared down at the small woman in front of him. Her eyes were wide with surprise. He was tired of hiding his feelings, of waiting for their chance to escape. It had been two long weeks, and he’d be damned if he was letting one more day pass between them now that he was free.
He stood slowly and walked over to the bathroom door to lock it. Mia watched him as he did so. The hybrid then made his way over to the large glass shower and turned on the spray full blast.
Mia blinked. “What are you doing?”
Her voice was small. Her large blue eyes fixed on the hot water now steaming up the room.
He grinned. “Taking a shower. It’s been a while, and I smell.”
Tycho unbuttoned the top button on his jeans.
Mia stood. For a moment, it looked like she might run from him.
She shook her head, looking more confused than anything. “But I haven’t bandaged your side.”
Tycho stalked closer to her as she stepped back, her perfect ass bumping the sink.
“Then you’ll have to do that after,” he whispered. He inhaled deeply and could smell the sweet soap on her body along with her wonderful Vestal scent.
“I…” Mia blinked.
The words died in her throat as he pressed his body to hers and brought his mouth to the soft shell of her ear.
“I want you,” he mumbled. “I’ve wanted you forever.”
Mia shivered, and her nipples pebbled against his chest through the thin fabric of the nightgown.
Tycho was tired of denying his connection to his Vestal. They’d been separated, and he thought he might never see her again, and now he was tired of pushing her away.
“What about them?” She nodded to the door.
“They aren’t coming up.” Tycho grunted. “One already split, and the other two decided they needed to just guard the front and back door. We’re fine.”
He could see her going over all the things that could go wrong in her head.
“Stop thinking,” Tycho said, and kissed down her jaw. “Just be with me.”
When she placed her hands against his chest, he felt a tug deep in his heart. He wanted her, but maybe it was all too fast. Maybe he’d misunderstood. Even with the Vestal-hybrid connection, she’d gone through so much.
In silence, he watched as Mia lifted the black satin nightgown over her head and dropped it to her side, a soft smile on her face.
Tycho stared at her perfect form. So often he’d pictured in his head what she looked like, but it was nothing in comparison to the gorgeous reality now right in front of him. Her soft pale skin was a stark contrast to the black hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
When he hadn’t spoken for a moment, Mia shyly brought her hands up to cover her breasts.
“Did I do something wrong?” she murmured.
Tycho looked into her deep blue eyes and could see the concern there. “Not a chance in hell,” he mumbled before bringing his mouth down to hers in a kiss.
He sighed when her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her breasts pressed against his chest. There was something so right about them together. So perfect. They truly were meant to be together.
Tycho was demanding with the kiss. He nibbled her sweet lips before sliding his tongue into her mouth. He moved his tongue in all the ways he wanted to move his body. Mia moaned in his arms, and he nearly lost himself in the sound.
More. He needed more.
Unable to stand it much more, he slid his hands down her body until he could squeeze her fantastic ass. She gasped when he lifted her onto the counter and pressed his aching cock against her wet center.
The steam from the shower only amplified the sweet floral
scent of her need, intensifying his own in response. Tycho growled as he moved his stiff cock against her.
Mia moved with him, her nails biting into the skin on his back as they moved together.
If he didn’t pace himself, he wasn’t going to even be able to last much longer.
Tycho pulled away from her lips and stared down at her still closed eyes. Her lips and cheeks were pink. It only turned him on that much more, and he let out a low growl.
When he stepped back slightly, Mia opened her eyes to look at him. Just as she opened her mouth, he knelt in front of her. It was time to show her what pleasure could be.
The pink on her face went red as it dawned on her just what he was planning. Tycho linked his fingers around her panties and pulled them off, revealing her completely to him.
He leaned forward and breathed in the smell of her. So many times, he’d thought of how it would be. This wasn’t exactly how he planned it, but he had to taste her. Tycho glanced up to where she was still watching him and pressed his face forward, determined to make her moan.
Mia’s eyes fluttered as his hot mouth covered her aching center. This was nothing at all like she imagined it would be. She’d always assumed it would be awkward or that she would be embarrassed, but at the moment, all she could think was how much more she wanted.
A small gasp escaped her lips when Tycho’s tongue slipped between her folds. It slid over her clit but never entered where she wanted him most. The warmth spread from her center.
She squirmed and was surprised when Tycho brought his strong hands to her thighs to keep her still. Her body burned to move with him.
Tycho moved faster, each time slipping more and more of his tongue inside of her. It was driving her wild, and yet she still couldn’t move against him. She didn’t dare interrupt the pleasure.
He stopped for a moment, and her eyes popped open to look down at him. He watched her as he gently bit down on her clit.
Mia arched backward with a moan. The explosive feeling was amazing. She couldn’t stay still if she wanted. Just as she began to recover from the pleasure, Tycho shoved his tongue deep inside of her.
His tongue darted in and out of her. She could feel herself close to the edge. She was so ready to climax she could taste it.
Sure, she might be a virgin, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to help herself out when she wanted. But it had never been like this. It had never even come close to being this intense, this special.
For a brief moment, Mia wondered just how she would handle the rest of him if just his tongue made her like this.
The pleasure from Tycho pressing deep inside her washed away the thought. His rough fingers pinched her already hard nipples, and that was all she needed.
Mia let out another loud moan as she came hard around his tongue. Her insides twitched as he pulled back. For a moment, all she could do was take long, deep breaths.
Tycho stood in front of her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.
Mia opened one eye. The way he asked, she wondered how he could even think that after what they had just shared. She’d never felt so good in her life.
“Not even close,” she said with a smile.
Tycho smiled back at her, and it struck her with surprise. It had been so long since she’d seen him smile. After everything that had happened, to think that they were together again just made her heart sing. Earlier that day, she was convinced he was dead, and now not only were they together, but they could even share pleasure.
Mia hopped down from the counter and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Tycho squeezed the small woman back. This wasn’t how he wanted her first time to be. It should have been every cheesy romance all balled into one, not desperately clinging to each other in a bathroom with thugs in the building.
He’d made her happy, but he wanted to save the true experience for the future, when he could take his time and give her true ecstasy.
“You should get dressed,” he said.
Mia frowned. “I thought we…”
Tycho leaned down and placed a kiss against her lips. “We have the rest of our lives. We don’t need to rush anything. I want our first time to be special.”
He turned away from her and stepped over to the shower. It was better like this. Besides, he likely really did need a shower. Two weeks without bathing was particularly harsh for a man with such a sensitive nose.
Tycho stepped under the hot spray. It felt good and relaxed all the muscles he’d pushed to the limit while drugged.
The door to the shower opened, and he turned to find Mia standing there naked.
“I thought I could help you wash.”
He cursed his lower half as his already hard cock bobbed in excitement. She reached around him and picked up the body wash on the rack and the loofa sponge. She wetted the sponge carefully and put a little of the soap on it.
Mia leaned forward and ran the sponge across his chest. The water from the shower cascaded down her body, and he stared at her without abandon, taking slow, deep breaths and trying to ignore his hardening cock.
Slowly she worked the sponge over the front of his body, never dipping lower than his waist. Occasionally she would lean forward and press a soft kiss against his skin. Then she moved to his back. Now she had added the used of her bare hand to rub in the soap.
He tensed slightly when she leaned her chest against his back and brought her hands around to his stomach.
“I understand what you mean,” Mia whispered to his back. “And I think it’s really sweet.”
Tycho’s stomach muscles tensed as she dropped the sponge to the floor and moved both hands over the muscles there.
“But it doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one to feel good,” Mia whispered.
One soapy hand dipped down and wrapped around his hard length. Tycho grunted as she stroked him. His willpower was no match for her small soapy hands.
Mia brought her other hand around and alternated her stroking, making sure to include the sensitive head.
Tycho breathed hard as he placed one hand against the cool tile wall. He could already feel himself very close to hitting his limit. He just didn’t have the self-control to resist the effects of her touch on his cock.
“I want you, too,” she whispered, and placed soft kisses against his back.
It was more than he could take. Tycho grunted to keep from growling as he came. He glanced down and watched as he coated her small hands. There was at least some sense of satisfaction in that, in marking her.
The hybrid spun around and kissed Mia. His mouth crashed into hers as he lifted her and rubbed his still hard cock against her bare wet pussy. Fuck, he wanted to plant himself deep inside of her. Romance didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Movement downstairs caught his attention. He couldn’t make out what they were saying with the shower, but given the water had been on for quite a while, they might be worried something was wrong.
Tycho pulled his mouth away from her and rested his forehead against hers. He let out a slow breath.
“Soon,” he whispered. More to himself than her.
He then turned around and turned off the water.
“I think they are getting worried since the water has been on so long,” he said. “One of them will be up soon. You should get dressed.”
Mia’s eyes widened, and she gasped. Tycho quickly leaned in for another kiss.
“It will be fine,” he said. “They don’t know I’m here.”
She nodded, but still he could see the slight shake of her hand as she toweled herself off and got dressed.
Tycho clenched his fists. This was the last night she lived like this. He would make damn sure of that.
Chapter Eight
Mia still couldn’t believe what she had just done. Sure, they hadn’t gone all the way, but the fact that she’d been fooling around with Tycho while there were guards all over was just crazy. She was like some lovestruck teenager
ready to have a quickie in a closet just because her boyfriend had been gone a few weeks.
She quickly wrapped the towel around her head and pulled on the robe by the door. She slapped her cheeks and shook her head. She didn’t regret what they’d done, but she had to concentrate on making sure the guards didn’t decide to search the bathroom. Between the drugs and Tycho’s wounds, he wasn’t ready.
A loud knock came at the door. She glanced to the bathroom, but no one could see anything suspicious from the front of the room.
“Just a moment,” she called. Mia could feel her heart hammer in her chest as she made her way to the door. “Yes?”
The door opened. A man she hadn’t met peeked his head in slightly. Quickly he turned away and cleared his throat.
“You were just, uh, in the shower a long time,” he mumbled.
Mia nodded. “Of course. Tomorrow I’m supposed to be married. I needed to make sure I was clean, and it’s not like I’m going to be able to go to some spa and salon before hand because of everything that’s going on.”
The man cleared his throat again, clearly not wanting to seem like he was making a move on the boss’s woman. Even if he was new, they all knew where something like that landed them, especially given how paranoid Dmitry was in the current situation.
“Well, okay,” he said, and closed the door. “I’ll tell the guys.”
The lock echoed through the room as it clicked into place. She listened for a moment as the man’s footsteps moved further and further away. It wasn’t until she was certain he was on the ground floor that she headed back to the bathroom.
She took a deep breath and put a hand to her chest. That had been too close.
It had been so very quiet that she was surprised to find Tycho half-dressed in the bathroom, the gauze and tape she’d found before over the wound on his side. He’d been taking care of things while she lied their way out of trouble.
Tycho pulled the bloody black hoody over his body. More than anything she wished she had something more to offer him, but none of her clothes would come close to fitting. She bit her lip, realizing the implications of what he’d just done.