Kyros: #12 (Luna Lodge)

by Madison Stevens

  Kyros couldn’t get enough of her. No doubt, no concern, nothing else but his desire for her remained in his mind. All he wanted to do was lick and suck every part of her until she’d come so many times she couldn’t stand.

  Well, until she touched his throbbing cock. Now, more than anything, he wanted inside of her, to feel her soft pussy squeezing him as he moved inside her.

  He stood, stepping away from the bed, his eyes on hers as he did so.

  She watched him now as he flicked the fly on his pants and unzipped. His ready cock sprang out. His head was already glistening with precum.

  Jasmine leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the head, tasting him.

  The pressure threatened his control. For a moment, he thought he might come right there. Her mouth on his cock as she stroked her pussy was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

  He kicked off his pants and stood there staring down at her. She gave a small smile, and he couldn’t help the growl that followed.

  She was his. He felt it deep down, felt it in his very soul.

  His cock bobbed in agreement.

  With ease, he pulled her lower half to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs onto his shoulders.

  Jasmine gasped with surprise, and he loved the sound of it.

  His thick head slipped against her opening. This time it was Jasmine that gave the low groan. It almost sounded like the growl he had given.

  Kyros let the head slip inside and watched her.

  Her pretty pink lips formed a perfect circle as she pressed herself against him. Her fingers grasped his hips, pulling him into her. When he was fully rooted inside her wet pussy, she wiggled her hips.

  He struggled to hold himself in check. Feeling her hot warmth squeezing him, he found the inner animal wanted to take control, to show her she was his in ever way.

  Jasmine wiggled her hips again, and he grunted.

  “You’re killing me,” he said, his voice strained.

  A soft giggle met his ears, and he opened his eyes.

  “You don’t like this?” she said and wiggled again.

  Kyros couldn’t stop the growl that followed. “I like it a little too much.”

  She grinned up at him. “Well, if that’s all you need…”

  He pulled back some and thrust inside.

  The smile slid from her face as she moaned loudly.

  “Not even close,” he said and pulled out a little again.

  In short bursts, he pressed into her, pushing himself all the way in each time, filling her pussy to the max.

  He reached down and moved her hand to her small nub. Jasmine rubbed herself as he moved into her. He watched her fingers as she circled, pinched, and rubbed the hard bundle of nerves.

  Watching her fingers as he moved inside her only pushed him more. He fucked her now with more force. His hips slapped against her wet thighs, and he could feel her inside squeeze him as she continued to rub herself.

  He moved in her faster and faster. Their wet juices mixed as he pounded her.

  He could feel her fingers then sliding over his wet cock as he hammered inside her. Knowing she was feeling him as he moved inside her made something click. He fucked her with a strength he had been half afraid might come out before. But Jasmine met him with each thrust, taking him in as his animal side came out.

  He reached down and lifted her ass to meet his thrust, making him bury himself with each movement.

  Jasmine moaned loudly and shivered in his arms. Her wet pussy squeezed him hard as her orgasm took over.

  It was all he needed. In two hard thrusts, he came with a shout. His cock twitched inside her, shooting hot cum deep inside as she milked him.

  Kyros pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. Jasmine placed soft kisses against his back, and after a moment, he pulled his body fully onto the bed and slid her snugly next to him. Her soft ass molded to his semi-hard cock.

  “I can’t believe you’re half ready to go again,” she murmured.

  He smiled against her ear. “Get some rest,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”

  His hand found her breast, and he gave her nipple a small tweak.

  She nestled herself closer to him as she giggled. Her bare ass moved against his cock in ways that only made him want to start round two early.

  “Sleep,” he said.

  When she stifled a yawn, he knew sleep wouldn’t be far away. After that he planned on showing her all the ways that she was his.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The night had been amazing. A pleasurable ache remained down below, and Jasmine was still on cloud nine from just how good the night had been.

  It wasn’t the most romantic location, but the passion she’d shared with Kyros more than made up for it. He seemed to know exactly how to touch and taste her to make her feel wild, and it helped that the man’s stamina was ridiculous. She’d never gone so many times in one night before.

  She smiled to herself as she drove along the country road.

  Despite how much she’d wanted to stay, they both knew that staying there all day was a huge risk, one that neither of them could take.

  It was fortunate that it had been a weekend, and she hadn’t been expected to show up at the school. She could only imagine the military was keeping a close eye on the school in the day, and she didn’t want to give them any reason to show up at her house to ask more questions.

  Still, it sucked that on a weekend she wasn’t spending time getting to know the most amazing man she’d ever met. Instead she’d had to spend it sorting through the crap in the storage facility holding her things.

  She’d expected the rest of the things to take weeks to arrive, but apparently the driver was a master of the highway. With the daily storage fee, she needed to get things transferred as soon as possible, but the storage company had made it abundantly clear that there was no way in hell they would drive their truck into Luna Lodge.

  Oh well, Apparently mundane life could fight fate.

  Jasmine glanced into the backseat at the boxes of things she’d pulled out of the storage unit. It’d been a good first trip. Now she actually had a wardrobe and some of her cherished childhood photos and memories. Just knowing they were near her made her feel better.

  It’d take several trips to get all of her things, but maybe she could ask Titus if he’d send someone with a truck or something. One good hybrid and a truck could probably make the whole thing one trip.

  She sighed. Of course, she couldn’t get Kyros to help her. She didn’t know the details of why he was hiding, but also didn’t want to press him just yet. He had his reasons, and she was sure they were good.

  A long yawn escaped. She blinked several times. The lack of sleep was setting in as the day wore on, and she knew she’d have to stop off for coffee if she hoped to be able to see Kyros again that evening.

  A frown filled her face. There was only one place on the way to stop for coffee: the weird café she’d stopped off at when she first arrived. It was not her first choice by a mile, but there was no way she’d make it home if she didn’t.

  She supposed as long as she didn’t mention the hybrids, they wouldn’t do anything weird.

  Jasmine turned toward the town and was surprised by how empty the streets and sidewalks were. Being a Saturday, she expected that the people there would be out shopping on the main strip or having some sort of festival. That was what people did in the small towns she knew.

  She pulled up in front of the café and was surprised and a bit nervous to see the same waitress working.

  Last time hadn’t exactly been all that great, and she really didn’t want a repeat. She swallowed and hoped the waitress didn’t remember her.

  Her stomach twisted. Mind control? That might explain their strange reaction the first day. Before she’d thought they were just bigots, but now that Kyros had clued her in to the weirdness of the local situation, she couldn’t discount a more sinister explanation for their behavior.

 
“Small cup to go,” she whispered to herself. “Don’t chat. Chatting causes problems.”

  She stepped out of the car and made her way inside. The waitress smiled widely at her, apparently recognizing her with ease.

  “Tea?” the waitress asked.

  Jasmine shook her head. “I need a small coffee to go.”

  The girl walked behind the counter and frowned at the empty carafe. “It’ll just take a sec for me to make another pot. Sorry about that.”

  Jasmine let out every curse word she knew in her head. This was not at all what she wanted. The longer she stayed there, the greater chance something uncomfortable might happen.

  “So how you liking the new job?” the girl asked as she poured in the grounds and water.

  The fragrant smell off coffee hit the air instantly, and Jasmine could already feel herself waking up some.

  “It’s good,” Jasmine said.

  Keep it short and sweet. That was the best way to deal with weirdos, whether they were being mind controlled or just close-minded.

  “Glad to hear it.”

  The girl moved to fill the sugar jar. “Anything going on up there?”

  She frowned. It was an odd question, but she guessed it wasn’t totally out of line considering the outrage around the hybrids.

  “Not really,” she said. “The hybrids are all really nice.”

  Damn. She’d meant to not mention them directly.

  She noticed an instant shift in the girl. Her back went straight. Jasmine glanced to the sugar bowl, and she noticed that the sugar was piled so high it poured over the side and onto the floor.

  “Um, your sugar,” she said.

  The girl kept pouring. “You can’t trust them,” the girl said. “You can’t trust any of them.”

  Jasmine frowned. This had pushed well past weird now. No way in hell was she dealing with this again, especially if there was a risk that mind control was involved.

  She stepped away from the counter slowly. “You know, it’s getting late. I think I’ll just skip the coffee.”

  She turned around and gasped when she found herself surrounded by several of the customers in the café. All wore the same glazed look she’d seen on the people in the woods.

  Mind control. Her heart thundered.

  “If you’ll excuse me,” she said and tried to push through. She did her best to keep the fear from her voice, but it still quaked.

  The people stood in her way, not moving an inch out.

  “Stay,” the girl behind her said. “Stay with us.”

  Jasmine shook her head. “I need to get back,” she said. “I have people waiting for me.”

  A firm hand grasped her wrist, and she turned to see the girl there. She still had the sugar in hand as she stared at Jasmine with glazed eyes.

  “Stay with us and be safe. You can’t trust them.”

  Something poked in Jasmine’s other arm, and she let out a small yelp.

  “What?”

  The world faded around her into blackness.

  * * *

  It was well into the evening as Kyros paced inside Sol’s house.

  He bit back a growl. He’d expected Jasmine not long after sunset, but she’d never arrived. After some waiting, he’d decided to check with Sol.

  Something was wrong. Damn it.

  “Are you sure she was just going for the day?” Sol asked.

  Kyros nodded as he paced. “She was just going to the storage facility to pick up a few things and then coming back,” he said. “As soon as it was dark, I was going to sneak her out of her house and to the tunnel. There’s no way she wouldn’t be back by now.”

  He glanced over to Sol who didn’t seem nearly as upset as he would have guess. After all, Kyros had potentially placed all of Luna Lodge at risk just because he couldn’t resist his Vestal.

  Instead, though, the other hybrid looked more thoughtful than anything else.

  “You were together,” Sol said slowly. He scratched a light eyebrow. “Did you tell her about being a Vestal? It’s a lot to take in.”

  Kyros shook his head. They had spent most of the night just exploring one another’s bodies. Tonight he planned to explain everything.

  “So you didn’t tell her anything?” Sol said with a frown.

  He shook his head again.

  Sol sighed loudly.

  “Well, hell, no wonder she’s not back,” he said. “Maybe she’s rethinking all of this. Maybe she decided this whole situation is too much to handle between secret hybrids and military people watching her.”

  Kyros stopped to glare at Luna Lodge’s second-in-command. There was no way in hell she’d run off, especially after last night.

  “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice almost a growl.

  Sol shook his head. “I don’t think I do, but if you’re that worried, go to town and look around.”

  He stopped his pacing. “Is that safe?”

  “Nope, but you wearing a hole in my floor isn’t going to do any good. Just don’t be totally fucking obvious.”

  Kyros nodded and jumped back through the tunnel hole. When he landed, he glanced back up to Sol.

  “Be careful, and if anything happens, you come get us,” Sol said. “I’d rather blow your cover than have you die on us.”

  Kyros didn’t bother nodding this time. There was no time.

  He ran like he’d never run before. The town was quite some distance, but with his speed, he could cover it in no time. Even less if he was pushing himself.

  Panting, he made it just to the outskirts of town. All was quiet, but he wasn’t totally surprised. With more and more of them off wandering the woods, it was almost a surprise there was anyone left.

  Keeping himself to the shadows, he made his way along the street but stopped when he spotted her car outside a little café. Kyros peered in the car. Her things were still clearly inside.

  He glanced around the area. Most of the lights were off with no signs that Jasmine had even been there.

  “Pssst.”

  Kyros frowned and glanced back around. An old man on a porch gestured for him.

  Not quite sure what else to do, he went. The man didn’t exactly look like he could cause much trouble, and he didn’t look armed.

  “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” the man said.

  Kyros raised a brow. “Them?”

  The old man nodded. “One of them hybrids. Your eyes.”

  Kyros almost cursed. So much for not being fucking obvious. He hadn’t even thought to grab some sun glasses or colored contacts.

  The old man glanced up and down the street before whispering, “I’m friends with Paige. I’ve seen the craziness some folks in this town are directing your way, and I don’t agree with it.”

  Kyros nodded once. He thought he remembered hearing about an old man that helped Justus and Paige.

  “I’m Mr. Cobb,” the old man said.

  Kyros wondered if this was going somewhere. He appreciated that the man had helped the hybrids, but he didn’t have time for chitchat.

  “Crazy stuff has been going on more and more,” Mr. Cobb said. “Can’t go to anyone. Everyone thinks I’m crazy already, but they’re the ones wandering around like the Devil has stole their souls. They don’t remember much after, too.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I just saw them take a woman out of there.” The man gestured to the café.

  His heart kicked up. “A woman?”

  “Black hair,” he said. “Loaded her up, but they always go the same way. Up near the old mill near the mine.”

  “Why didn’t you call the police?”

  “You can’t trust ‘em anymore. Most of them are in… whatever this garbage is. I’ve seen it before. You’ve got take care of this, son. Something bad’s happening, and only you all can stop it.”

  It all was starting to add up. Mr. Cobb’s evidence pointed to why so many more seemed under mind control recently.

  “Thank you,�
� he said quickly. “I’ll save her.”

  Mr. Cobb eyed him for a moment. “She yours?”

  Kyros nodded.

  The man gave a small smile. “Well, go save her, son,” he said. “Go save your woman.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jasmine groaned. Her head throbbed so badly that opening her eyes was a chore, and when she did, she wasn’t so certain that she wouldn’t get sick from the act. The world wobbled before her, and her stomach lurched, like she’d been on some long weekend bender she was just waking up from.

  Memories trickled in, the café, the mob of likely mind-controlled customers.

  She groaned loudly again and tried to move but found her hands didn’t shift. Initially she wasn’t so sure that they weren’t injured until she tried to move her body as well and found the same.

  It took a few seconds through the pain and confusion to realize that her body was working, it was just that her efforts weren’t leading to actual movement.

  The explanation was simple. Harsh rope dug into her wrists and across her chest. The coat she’d been wearing was long gone. She didn’t seem to be in the café anymore.

  Jasmine shivered from the harsh cold. “Where am I?” she rasped out.

  Around her she could hear people moving around, but no one spoke which only freaked her out more than she already was.

  Moments passed, and she started to regain a bit more of herself, even though the throbbing and wobbling vision remained distracting.

  She lulled her head around and spotted the girl from the café standing off to the side. Though she was still far enough out of sight that Jasmine couldn’t really make anything out.

  Trying to maintain her focus, she could tell from the dim light that wherever they were, it was old and worn down. Sort of like a metal barn, but larger than that.

  Her brain had trouble trying to find something it resembled. Maybe because of the drugs or because she really didn’t have anything to compare it to. Or maybe it was the giant speakers blasting out some weird noise.

  She blinked several times. It didn’t seem like it had just started, but somehow she had just noticed it. Perhaps all the other problems she was having were enough to distract her from the noise.