"Senator, it's a pleasure to meet you," Carol said.
"Doctor," Grant said stiffly. "Don't tell me you believe in this technology?"
"I do," Carol said. "Justinian and Trinity have worked at Saint Catherine's hospital in the inner city. Their results are incredible. The diagnostics alone are beyond anything we have. As for the healing devices…"
"You've used these devices on patients," Grant said. "They have not made it through our approval process."
"Patients were made aware of the risks," Trinity said. "Releases were signed. We got permission to do a case study from the hospital, city government and even the governor."
"I'm sure you did but those people aren't exactly in the best of condition," Grant said. "How could it be a fair test?"
"We allowed patients with mild conditions up to life-threatening conditions to participate in the study," Justinian said.
"Do you know Doctor Alexander Wykes," Carol asked recognizing the senator trusted a man before he trusted a woman.
"I've heard of him," Grant said knowing the doctor was well known and upper class.
"He ran the study," Carol said. "He volunteers his time at the hospital twice a week."
"Pity he isn't here," Grant said.
"Oh, but he is," Mycos said looking across the room for him.
"He is over there," Justinian said nodding to a small group of doctors.
"Shall we go speak to him," Carol asked.
"Will you join us," Grant said looking at Lydia.
"Duty calls," Mycos said. "It is time for us to say goodnight to her sisters."
"Surely your sisters can wait," Grant said reaching to take her arm.
Mycos held her in place even as she stepped back. "Family always comes first," Lydia said. "Excuse us."
Mycos led her away from the others. "We cannot offend him," he growled.
"I won't," she said trembling and not in a pleasant way. "Mycos?"
"What," he snapped at her.
"Did I mess up," she asked. He dragged her out of sight. Pushing her against the wall, he invaded her mouth, claiming her with his touch.
"You are mine," he growled trapping her between him and the wall.
"I don't want him," she said tears gathering and she wasn't sure why.
Mycos took a deep breath, closed his eyes and touched her silky soft hair. "I know," he said. "We will say goodnight and return to the party."
“I don’t like him,” Lydia said. “He reminds me…”
“Who,” Mycos asked.
“Remember the boys in the alley,” Lydia said with a shiver of revulsion.
Mycos felt himself settle, relax. “We will keep away from him as much as possible,” he said.
***
Lydia wanted out of the shoes she wore and away from all the people. She hadn't stopped talking since they returned from saying goodnight to the girls. She enjoyed a lovely conversation with Sally Harris, the social worker who helped get the guardianship through in record time. She dated Gregor regularly.
The rest of the conversations were tedious. Many of the women gave her sidelong looks and asked her snide questions. Several asked who her designer was. Lydia stepped into a small sitting room when she heard high heels clomping down the hall. She didn't want to face anyone else.
"Did you see her," a woman with a gravelly voice said. "That dress leaves nothing to the imagination. She doesn't have much of a figure. I don't understand what he sees in her."
"She's young," said her companion with a slight southern drawl. "Apparently, even aliens are stupid about age. I heard he got her off the street with the intention of breeding her. You know there are rumors they take the women back and keep them pregnant."
"I mean sex with him was dreamy, but a belly full of a baby? I don't think so. Most sophisticated women wouldn't be willing to be full of a brat all the time," gravelly voice said.
"She's probably grateful to not be spreading her legs for the street gangs," southern drawl woman said.
"I'm sure he had to have her tested for all sorts of diseases. It's a good thing they have their medical machines," gravelly voice said.
They both laughed as they continued down the hall. Lydia put a hand to her mouth, fought anger and shame.
She stepped into the lounge. Gregor saw her, started towards her. "Ms. Witter," Grant Weatherton stopped her. "You have a lovely home here. Did you do the decorating?" His words slurred slightly as he took her arm in a firm grip.
"No," Lydia said trying to step away from him. "
"Don't run away, little girl," he sniggered. "Let's step out on the patio."
"It's too cold," Lydia said standing her ground. Mycos said they couldn't offend him. Every instinct in her screamed to flee from him but Mycos worked so hard to get him there.
Stepping in close, he rubbed his body against hers. "I'll keep you warm," he said. "You can do what all you street girls do, spread your legs and let me jet into you."
"Senator, step back," Lydia said the ice in her tone not getting through his drunken stupor. He pushed her back out of the room. She kept stepping back to prevent him from touching her.
His arm snaked out, grabbed her wrist to drag her close to him. His mouth aiming for hers but she backed away. He grabbed her hair, dragged her head back. "Your fucking alien lover wants things from me," he growled. "You better do what I want or he won't get anything but booted off this planet."
Lydia swallowed, pushed against him. "Let me go," she demanded in a clear precise tone.
His hand moved towards her breast. She blocked him, pushed against him. "Senator Weatherton, let me go," she said. His face came in for another attempt at a kiss. She brought her knee up as he was jerked away from her.
"You do not touch my mate," Mycos spoke softly. His tone dark and foreboding, it sent shivers through Lydia. She saw the fury on his face. Senator Weatherton stumbled back.
“You want the sale of your alien machines to go through, you better get used to sharing your little slut,” he slurred his way through the words.
Mycos drew back his arm. Lydia pulled him away from the Senator. She ordered, "Gregor, see the bastard out of our home."
Gregor took the senator by the arm and escorted him out.
“You choose him,” Mycos growled dragging her close to him. “You protect him?”
“No, I protect you,” she argued softly. “If you hit him, it causes an interplanetary incident. If he leaves drunk, it doesn’t.”
“Do you want him,” Mycos said not hearing her words.
She grabbed his face, pushed her lips against his, and sighed. She pushed her body against his, and trembled. He pulled her close, molded her body to his, and crushed her lips. “I choose you,” she said breathlessly. “You’re always saying I’m yours. You claim me every chance you can. You’re possessive and demanding. I’ve endured looks from half the women here tonight. I’ve listened to them call you a good lover. What could you possibly see in me? Well dammit, you are mine. MINE. I could no more…”
His lips cut off her words. His hands cupped her bottom, kept her body against his. She felt his desire rigid against her. “Say it,” he demanded.
“What,” she asked in the dreamy tone she got when he aroused her.
“You know what,” he demanded.
“I love you,” she said. “You’re mine. I’m not sharing. If you take another woman, I’ll kill you.”
“They were experience only,” he said. “Once I held you in my arms, no one else mattered.”
A knock on the door interrupted them. “I hate all these people,” she grumbled.
He laughed and kissed her forehead. She put her hands on his cheek. Her wrist darkened where the senator grabbed her.
"Did he injure you," Mycos asked pushing her sleeve up, kissing her wrist.
“Just bruises,” Lydia said.
“Do you require Justinian,” Gregor asked immediately concerned.
“Yes,” Mycos said. “Privately.”
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sp; “It’s a bruise,” Lydia said.
“I will not have you reminded of him even with a bruise,” Mycos said. She saw the distress it caused him.
“If it will ease your worries,” she said. “There are two women I want gone.”
“The two who proceeded you out of the hall,” Gregor asked.
“Yes,” Lydia said.
“They left with the senator,” Gregor said curling his lip in distaste.
“Can we do this quietly,” Lydia said relieved they were gone.
“Do you want their names,” Mycos asked.
“Are you looking at them,” she demanded.
“You are the only one I want to look at,” he said. “The only one ever, from this day to the end of time.”
“Good,” Lydia said. “If you look at them again, I’ll kill them and then torture you.”
“Very Hylatian,” Gregor said grinning. “I believe your mother threatened something similar to your father at one point.”
Mycos chuckled, “I better be on my best behavior.”
***
“Why your bedroom,” Lydia asked as she toyed with the tie on her robe. While Justinian tended to her bruises, Gregor moved her things to Mycos’ rooms.
“Because it is not near the girls,” Mycos said holding her hand. “They know all but my office are off limits unless they are told they can come in. They burst into your room regularly. I find I want privacy. You want privacy, yes?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Anything you do not like in here, we will change,” he said not taking his eyes off her.
“Mycos, I’m really nervous,” Lydia said.
“You have complete control,” he said. “Absolute and complete control.”
“Does this mean I get to order you around,” she asked giving him a nervous half-smile.
“Try,” he said going with it.
She took her robe off, lay it across a chair. Mycos groaned on seeing a short silk nightgown. The deep vee of the bodice showed off her breasts and the lace revealed her nipples. “You bought this for me,” she said. “Do you like it on me?”
“Stunning,” he said. He stood in his silk sleep pants. His arousal obvious.
“I’m nervous but excited,” she said twisting her hands, running them down her stomach. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Shall we start with a kiss,” Mycos asked. She reached for him. He swept her up into his arms. Their mouths met. Her scent overwhelmed him. Desire, no fear, only desire.
“Mycos, I love you,” she said against his lips. She rested her hands on his hips, kissed his chest right above his heart. “I know it will hurt,” she said. “I understand…”
He led her to the bed and lifted her into the center of his bed, their bed. He followed her on the bed. Pushing back the covers, his hands shook as he ran a hand up her leg. “We will take it slow, discover what we both enjoy,” he said. “You will tell me if anything scares you.”
Since they started touching, he said this to her and she trusted him. Smiling she asked, “You’ll tell me if I frighten you?”
His chuckle rippled through her as his mouth came back to hers. She reached for him, pushed his pants off his body. She looked her fill. “You’re very big,” she said.
“Does it worry you,” he asked.
“No,” she said meeting his eyes. “Maybe. I’m a little worried I won’t satisfy you.”
He brushed a gentle hand against her cheek, kissed her nose. “Every day you amaze me,” he said. He kissed her forehead. “Every day you show me how brave you are.” He kissed her mouth. “I am satisfied you are here,” he said. “I am yours.”
“Forever,” Lydia said. He teased the thin strap off her shoulder
“I plan to kiss you everywhere,” he said. “Shall we see how far that takes us.”
The room filled with her sighs as he caressed and kissed his way down her body. He worshiped her breasts. She buried her hands in his hair and felt the tenderness and love each caress communicated. She felt heat in her core, felt a burning need for him to be closer.
He went lower, touched her hips, her belly. His tongue traced a line from her breasts down. When the silk of her gown was in his way, he rubbed it off her making her purr. He looked up, “We have not done this before. You ready?”
“Yes, Mycos, oh yes,” she said. He kissed her knee, her thigh, and then slipped his tongue into her channel.
She gripped her hands in his hair, moaned as his fingers teased her. She felt her body tighten and let the sensuous sensations drive her over the peak of desire. His tongue traced her. She jerked even as she expected the sensation which shot to her womb. “Mycos,” she gasped.
“Hmmmm,” he said. Slipping another finger into her, he sucked. She trembled, shuddered as she gave him more access to her.
Another suck, another stroke, his fingers and mouth urged her from aroused, to needy, to over the top. Her hips pressed against his invasion. Her channel milked his fingers, dragged them deeper into her. “Mycos,” she whispered his name, panting.
Her core wept with her arousal. The scent of her filled him as he pleasured her. He ached to join with her, needed to make the final connection, needed to complete the mating. He kissed his way back up her body, slipped his hard shaft into her welcoming channel.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she said.
“Too much,” he asked watching her for any discomfort.
“More Mycos,” she said. “I need you.”
“Lydia, my lovely Lydia,” he pressed deeper into her, wanted to touch her womb, wanted her to writhe beneath him. Linking hands with her, he joined them, intimately, delicately to allow her a chance to adjust.
“Hmmmm, oh Mycos. Hmmmm,” she pulled his mouth to hers, feather light kisses turned to needy demands for fulfillment as their bodies rocked and jerked.
“Lydia, oh Lydia,” he moaned her name, felt his control slipping.
“Mycos,” she pulled his face so she could look him in the eyes. “Myc, please, give me all of you. Make me your mate in every possible way.”
Gray eyes met green ones, pinned them as he took. He plunged deep into her demanding core. Her hips met his as she made demands of her own. “I love you,” he murmured as he felt fire run through his veins, knew he was close to completion, wanted her to not feel the pain.
“Mycos,” she murmured his name against his lips. “My love, please, oh Mycos.” Their hips met her channel quivered. “Myc,” she moaned as her body clenched around his, pulling his own completion from him. “Myc, oh, oh,” she moaned.
He covered her mouth, tasted her as he pressed her hard, jerked his body even as he tried to be gentle. “Lydia,” he bellowed her name and gave her all of him.
***
Lydia lay in his, their bathtub. Smiling, she watched as he brought her food and drink. “Mycos,” she murmured. “Join me.”
He set the tray next to the bathtub. “Are you sure,” he asked.
“I need you,” she said sliding forward so he could sit behind her. “Your arms aren’t around me. I need them to be.”
“Temptress,” he said smiling. He joined her, pulled her tight against him.
“You’ve kept me up very late,” she said.
“Lydia, are you sure you are all right,” he asked, turning her head so he could see her eyes.
She turned, ran her hands the length of him. “You were very gentle,” she said.
“There was blood,” he said.
“It’s normal,” she said. “Didn’t you know?”
“No. I made you bleed,” he said.
She pressed her body to his. “It hurt for a moment,” she said. “It’s normal. It’s what’s supposed to happen. It was only the first time. The other times I didn’t bleed. I feel giddy and loved.”
His arms encased her. “You are sure,” he asked.
She shifted her body, took him into her. “Hmmm,” she said. “Do I look like I’m in pain?”
“When you do that,” he growled.
“What,” she said. “My Mycos, what does it do to you?”
“I do not want you to stop,” he said. “I want to be inside you always. I feel bereft when I am not.”
“You get me till midmorning,” she said. She rubbed against him. “We have to spend time with the girls.”
“Midmorning,” he mumbled he cupped her breasts. “Can I make you scream as you climax,” he murmured as he sucked in her nipple.
“Oh, oh,” she gasped. “You might… oh don’t stop.”
***
“Where’s Lydia,” Abby asked as Gregor held her hand while they walked to breakfast.
“She and Lord Mycos are having a private breakfast,” Gregor said.
“Are they making babies,” Abby asked.
“They are having adult time,” Gregor said.
“Is he hurting her,” Abby stopped suddenly, her chin wobbled.
Nic saw the meltdown start. “Mycos wouldn’t hurt her,” she said. “He’s sappy in love with her.”
“But adult time means hitting and banging and awful things,” Abby said.
Gregor went down on one knee. “For who,” he asked.
“Mama,” Abby said. “I don’t want Lydia to be hurt.”
“You saw your ma having sex,” Nic said. “Well your ma had shitty taste in men.”
“Did she,” Abby asked.
“They threw you away, right,” Nic said. “Would Mycos ever throw you away?”
“No, he promised,” Abby said.
“I am betting,” Gregor cleared his throat. Nic grinned, “Their adult time is enjoyable for Lydia because he would make sure it was for her.”
“Do I have to have sex,” Abby asked shuddering again.
“Well yeah, but not till you want to and you’re a lot older,” Nic said. “Now, Landros and Gregor are eating with us this morning. Are you making them take a bite of everything?”
“Nope,” Abby said. “Cook got a new shipment of measan orins in and we get them with whipped cream.”
“You can’t have mine,” Nic said. “Come on, kiddo. Lydia’s a woman now. You gotta give her time to be with her man.”
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