Tycho

by Stevens, Madison

  Tycho stepped back into the room wearing gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, his chest bare to her. For a moment, she lost all the words that had previously been in her head, and she almost licked her lips.

  “I went to that Indian place you like,” he said before sitting on the couch. “I thought it might have been a while.”

  “It has. Dmitry was worried about the feds everywhere.” Mia noticed Tycho had toweled off his hair, but little droplets of water fell from his dark brown hair onto his face. “But, still, that place is halfway across the city.”

  Tycho shrugged and started to open the bag. “You haven’t been eating well, and I know you love it there. You deserve a treat.”

  She placed a hand on his arm and shivered at how cold it was. “You’re freezing!”

  Mia took the blanket off her and stood to wrap it around his body. She could feel Tycho tense as she pulled the blanket over his taut muscles. Her eyes found his blazing back at her.

  “You need to take care of yourself,” Tycho rumbled.

  She nodded timidly and sat back down on the couch. Tycho handed her a container with yellow rice, tandoori chicken, butter chicken, and naan bread.

  Mia couldn’t really remember the last time she’d eaten more than a few crumbs and certainly couldn’t remember the last time she’d even wanted to eat. With her believing Tycho was dead, almost nothing had really mattered. If it weren’t for her sister, she wasn’t sure if she’d even had been able to hold on without losing it. And he was right, she had lost weight. Even her favorite pants didn’t fit quite the same.

  She scooped a bit of the butter chicken into her mouth. The flavor explosion was so good she could hardly stop the groan that followed. She kept returning for more until it was all nearly eaten. It’d been a long time since she could do something like enjoy the simple pleasures of food.

  When at last she glanced up, she noticed Tycho had been watching her and blushed. He probably thought she was a pig the way she’d been attacking that food.

  “It’s good to see you eat,” he said quietly, then shook his head. “It’s good to see you do anything. I know how hard this has been on you, and my only regret is that I wasn’t able to come and save you earlier.”

  Mia set her now empty carton on the table and scooted into the crook of his body. The heat from his body warmed her own as she snuggled next to him. It was so comfortable, so perfect. It’s the comfort she’d always wanted, craved, and needed. A true connection.

  Tycho didn’t just want her as a trophy like Dmitry. He actually cared about her.

  “I called the Luna hybrids,” Tycho said. “They are sending a team tonight at eleven. It’s all going to be over soon.”

  Mia lifted her head. “And my sister?”

  Tycho nodded. “We’ll get her out. I have their word.”

  Mia snorted. “And what good is their word? You’re not one of them, so do they even care? I still don’t know if I can forgive them for letting you get captured.”

  Tycho reached a rough hand down to her chin to tilt her head up to look at him. “We’ll save her,” he said. “Even if you can’t trust them, you can trust me.”

  Mia nodded. Her eyes drifted down from his beautiful amber eyes to his lips. Had she really become so needy? They had kept themselves in check, but here they were alone and free finally. All she could think of was how much she wanted him.

  There wasn’t even a point of stopping anymore. There were no guards downstairs they risked alerting. Dmitry wasn’t going to kick open the door any second.

  Free from danger, and free to do what they wanted.

  Already Mia could feel the blush as it spread over her face, but she still shifted her face to his in a soft kiss. Things might not be certain right now, but she didn’t want to waste any more time. She wanted Tycho. and that was all that mattered at the moment. Being free was pointless if she never followed her feelings.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tycho growled into her kiss as Mia opened to him. He would never get tired of the way she tasted in a million years. Every time he kissed Mia, it was like the first time all over again. He couldn’t believe he’d been resisting this for so long and didn’t know how he’d managed to live without it. His need was all-consuming.

  His strong arms reached down and pulled her over his lap. Her legs straddled him as she settled over him. A soft moan fell from her lips as she shifted her center over his now fully erect cock.

  Mia pulled back. Her lips were pink and slightly swollen from their kiss. The sight of it only turned him on more, like he’d been able to place his mark on her permanently. She was his.

  His woman. His Vestal.

  She stared directly at him as she shifted again. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air around him, the intoxicating aroma clouding his mind.

  Mia wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head back, her long hair trailing down her back. Tycho leaned forward and kissed along the tender column of her neck, nibbling and soothing.

  She moved freely in his arms now with his arms around her. Her hips swiveled over him, driving him wild with the need to be inside of her. She let out soft little huffs of breath the faster she moved.

  More. He needed more.

  After a moment, Mia shivered in his arms, and Tycho let out a low growl at the sight of her becoming undone.

  It took everything in him not to rip off her clothes right there and plant himself deep inside her.

  No. No matter how much his cock demanded entrance, he wanted to go slow their first time. Wanted to take his time and make sure that she enjoyed it. The more she enjoyed it, the more he would enjoy it.

  Mia’s doe eyes fluttered open, and a blush spread across her face.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, and looked down. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  Tycho placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head to look back at him. “You don’t ever need to feel sorry about anything when you’re with me. That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. You can do that whenever you want. I want you to be happy, and I want you to feel pleasure.”

  A small smile played on her lips. “Okay.”

  Timidly, Mia reached out and traced the muscles on his chest. Her small, thin fingers trailed softly along the rigid lines there. Tycho’s cock pulsed between her legs the lower she got, and yet he didn’t move, no matter how much his instincts told him to.

  It was a sort of torture to see just where she would stop. In the shower, she’d surprised him. Never in a million years did he think she’d jerk him off. In fact, he’d had trouble thinking about much else since she had. As much pleasure as he wanted to bring her, if he let her make some effort, she’d bring him the same.

  Mia drifted lower and lower until she reached the band on his pants. She teased the band, one finger brushing against the hairs just above his cock. She was almost there.

  “Fuck,” Tycho grunted.

  It was only then that Mia slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her small fingers around his length. Tycho growled as she began to stroke him. He stared into her hooded eyes as she worked his pants down enough to expose him fully.

  Mia moved her hips forward a little and rubbed his length along her center through her tiny satin shorts. He hissed, gritting his teeth. It felt too damned good.

  Fuck, he wished more than anything there wasn’t a barrier between them. He wanted to feel her soft skin against his. He wanted to plant himself deep inside and watch as she came undone around him, moaning.

  Mia watched Tycho as she moved with him, stroking him with her hand. Although she’d already come once, she could feel her climax starting to build again. Never had she felt like this. So completely turned on.

  She expected to be sexually attracted to Tycho. It was more than a little clear how amazing his body was, but this was different. As she stared into his eyes, it was like they were connected. Moving as one.

  Mia never knew if she believed in some of the things she’
d been told about Vestals, but now she knew everything was true. She truly shared a deep connection with the hybrid, one that went beyond simple physical compatibility.

  She reached up and lifted the small blue tank over her head, letting go of his length for just a moment. Tycho leaned forward and ran his tongue over her hard nipples. The sensation spread through her.

  Mia gasped at the cool air in contrast to his warm tongue. So good. A small nip and her hips jerked forward, clearly seeking something on their own. Not that she disagreed with their plan since it matched hers.

  The hybrid’s warm hands circled her body as he leaned back and pulled her chest flush against his, the warm, hard surface of his body in contrast to her own softer form.

  She could feel his cock centered over her now. Her panties were slick with need, and the friction only added to the frustration of not touching him. She wanted more. She wanted him deep, deep inside her.

  A small huff of frustration escaped her lips. Just as it did, she felt his hands tugging on her shorts. In one swift move, they were gone.

  Mia pulled back from his mouth and watched the torn shorts drop to the floor. “Those were new shorts!”

  Tycho’s large hands grasped her ass and pulled her hard against his length. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he grunted. “I’ll buy you fifty new ones.”

  Although Mia was still wearing her panties, there was so much more movement this way. Mia’s breath picked up. She could feel every ridge on his cock as she moved.

  She wrapped her arms back around his neck and moved her hips over him. She watched as his glowing eyes beamed back at her. It turned her on to know that she was turning him on as well.

  The more she moved, the slicker her panties became.

  Tycho gripped her hips as she shifted over him. Her body moved on its own, seeking her next release. Greedy.

  After a moment, Mia reached between them and slid her panties to the side altogether. Now they were skin on skin. The new contact sent a shiver through her body, and she inhaled sharply.

  She wanted more. Not greedy. No. Insatiable.

  Mia slid back a little more and nudged his head just at her opening. She watched as his eyes snapped open.

  “Wait,” Tycho grunted. “I thought we might use the bed. I want to be gentle.”

  Mia frowned. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted him now.

  She leaned down to his ear, sliding him just slightly inside of her. “I’m tired of waiting, and maybe I don’t want gentle.”

  Tycho stared at her, his eyes glowing, his hands firmly on her ass but never pushing, letting her decide just what she wanted. If he didn’t want to take the invitation, then she’d meet him halfway.

  Mia slid herself over him until she was fully seated on his lap, his large cock buried deep inside of her. She let out a long moan as he filled her.

  She shifted her hips slightly. He was large. There was no question about that. But it didn’t hurt. Although she might be a virgin, it didn’t mean she hadn’t helped herself out on more than one occasion, but something about it went deeper. It’s almost as if he couldn’t hurt her.

  In the end, having Tycho deep inside of her just felt…right. Perfect. Complete.

  Mia slowly moved over him, her breathing picking up. His hands tightened on her ass.

  “You’re killing me here,” Tycho growled.

  Mia grinned down at him. “Good. You have to pay for those shorts somehow.”

  She was surprised when he chuckled. All those times they had been together, she couldn’t say she’d ever heard him laugh. Not really. Now he had twice in one day. She liked the more carefree man that she was seeing and only wanted to see more of him.

  Tycho grinned. “Now I want to go tear up all your shorts if this is how I’m going to have to pay.”

  She leaned down to kiss his lips. His tongue delved into her mouth in the same way he pressed into her body.

  They were soon moving together in perfect sync. His hips help thrust his cock into her as she leaned back and bounced against him, panting in time with her movements.

  Mia gasped when his rough thumb found her clit and worked it as he pumped inside of her. Her body grew hot, and she knew what was coming. She was surprised she hadn’t come again already.

  “I’m so close,” she whispered.

  The words came out of her mouth before she even knew why, but then it dawned on her. She’d told him because she wanted him to come with her.

  Mia leaned against him again and put her mouth to his ear. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Make me come.”

  A low rumble came from Tycho’s chest as his hips slapped hard against her. Mia wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as he fucked her the way she’d always dreamed he would.

  After a few hard thrusts from Tycho, she moaned as she came, her entire body shaking. Her insides milked him as his cock twitched his release deep inside.

  Mia slackened in his arms, planting small kisses along his neck and shoulder. It had been everything she’d expected it to be. Amazing.

  A few moments passed when she felt his cock growing inside her again.

  Mia pulled back in surprise as he stood with her in his arms, still firmly planted inside of her. And she thought she was the insatiable one.

  “But I thought…” she began.

  Tycho grinned at her. “I’m a hybrid. We’re far from done.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Never in his life had he felt so whole. Tycho had waited so long for this feeling, a sense of belonging that he’d never experienced before. With Mia, all those dreams of something more were becoming a reality.

  He couldn’t even say how many times he watched her come undone in his arms, but he was certain she would be feeling it later. Still, he couldn’t help himself around her. She brought out something in him that made him want more.

  Of course, it didn’t help that she kept pushing him, urging him further than he intended. She was a woman full of surprises. He’d always viewed her as the quiet woman he needed to protect, but Mia wasn’t some delicate flower. She was a tiger.

  His tiger.

  In half an hour, Maximus and his team would be there. They would save Mya and the other Vestals. Then the whole nightmare would be over. They could finally be free.

  He still wasn’t sure what that meant, but if it meant Mia was there, that was all that really mattered to him. Given what was happening in the government with Woods, soon even the Horatius Group wouldn’t be a threat.

  Tycho leaned down to kiss Mia once again as she sat on the couch tying her shoes. Through her kiss he could feel her smile and couldn’t help but pull back to stare down at her, content.

  “I love you,” he declared. He didn’t care if it seemed sudden. It was what he felt.

  Mia’s smile only spread as she reached a hand around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

  “That’s good,” she whispered. “Because you’re stuck with me now. I lost you once, and I’ll never let you go again.”

  Tycho chuckled as he pulled back and stood over her. “I just have a couple more things to grab from the closet,” he said. “Make sure you have everything. I think these guys might be the super-punctual sort. Something about them makes them seem even more uptight than the rest of the Luna hybrids.”

  Mia nodded as she finished folding her clothes to put into her purse.

  Tycho had just made it back to the bedroom when he heard the thump and crack of the front door bursting open. He breathed in deeply as he raced back toward the living room.

  Nothing. No scent at all. He didn’t understand it. Then, he caught a whiff of a pungent odor. He’d heard about this, chemicals to hide people from hybrid senses.

  Tycho skidded to a halt. Two of Dmitry’s men had Mia sandwiched between their meaty arms.

  Dmitry stood at the door, a smug smile on his face. “Surprise. You thought you could get away so easy?”

  Anger coursed through Tycho. The rat bastard had found them, and t
he hybrid was going to end it. He didn’t have drugs slowing him down this time.

  Tycho took a step forward but stopped at the sight of the gun at Mia’s head.

  He gritted his teeth. He’d been depending too much on scent to warn him if anyone was coming. He should have been paying more attention to sound. It could be hard in the apartment with all the noise from the building itself and the street, but he’d let Dmitry get the drop on them. Worse, he’d assumed they were safe.

  Somehow the man had found his way there, but Tycho couldn’t figure out how. The Luna hybrids might not help him out, but they wouldn’t betray him to Dmitry.

  “How?”

  The arrogant man was probably spoiling to tell him.

  “It always comes down to same,” Dmitry said, clucking his tongue. “You wanting what is mine. You’re so greedy, but then again, so our suspicious neighbors. Now some of them have much more money because they pass along to my people that strange man is near their place.”

  That explained how he’d found them, but it didn’t make Tycho feel any better.

  The hybrid growled but didn’t move forward. There was no way to kill the bastard without risking Mia as well.

  Dmitry moved into the room and stepped in front of Mia. He sighed. “Although now she’s tainted herself. So unfortunate.”

  The loud slap that landed on her cheek echoed in the room. Tycho had kept himself in check, but that was all he could take. The bastard had to die.

  Not caring about anything but getting to Mia, Tycho launched himself at the thug. In the back of his mind, he could hear Mia scream his name, but it was too late. The animal within him had come out. He would protect his Vestal.

  He landed on the man with a growl, knocking them both to the floor. Tycho pulled back to slam a powerful fist into Dmitry when something sharp poked into his neck.

  A trap, and he’d fallen right into it. The room started spinning, and his muscles grew weak.

  Someone shoved Tycho off Dmitry, and the hybrid fell to his back where he stared up at the smug face of Matt.