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With his other hand, he touched her cheek softly. She looked up at him and he slowed his movements. “Open and relax, you can take it, Rowan. Take my cock into your throat.”

She nodded and he resumed, going more slowly at first until she adjusted and he thrust harder and faster and when he came in her mouth, she swallowed without hesitation, looking up at him, her pupils dilated so that her eyes looked almost black, a sign of her own arousal, and when he pulled out of her mouth, she reached for him, licking again.

Silas lifted her to her feet by her hair and kissed her hard, his own taste strong on her lips. He then turned her and laid her on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor between her legs, he pushed her backwards.

“Pull your lips open for me. Show me your pussy, Rowan,” he said.

Her hands slowly moved to either side of her sex and she spread herself wide. She was beautiful, all pink and wet, her scent sweet.

He made a sound from deep inside his throat. “Hold yourself like that, wide open for me,” he said, lifting her legs over his shoulders. He devoured her pussy then, tasting every inch of her and finally, sucking on her clit hard enough that within moments, she was bucking beneath him, begging him to stop and to continue all in the same breath, until finally she came long and hard, and, her energy spent, lay limp on the bed.





Chapter Seven





Silas woke early, as he always did. He looked over at Rowan who slept quietly beside him. Her chestnut hair was splayed out over the pillow, the long tresses curling slightly at the ends. He pushed the few strands that had fallen over her face aside and studied her features. Her skin was a pretty bronze, her eyes set wide apart with thick eyebrows to accentuate them. High cheekbones, a small nose, and the fullest, reddest lips he had ever seen, even on a breeder, set her apart from other women. There was something else too, something not physical, that called to him. Breeders had somehow evolved over the last century to give off some sort of pheromone that was said to be irresistible to some. Perhaps it was only this chemical; his body knowing she would be a good match to him in order to continue the human race.

Rowan stirred, her lips working but saying nothing he could understand. He watched as she rolled over onto her back and settled back into sleep, her mouth slightly parted, her breath quiet. Her shoulder and one arm were exposed and he looked at the lines of it, the length, the lean muscle, the delicate, fragile wrist that was marred by the mark Commander Norrin had lasered into her, a tracking device set inside the major artery so that its removal would be impossible, if one wanted to live that is. He reached out to touch the slightly raised spot. He could perhaps override it with his own mark. They had some technologies the colonies were not aware of after all. It would be painful and not as delicate as Commander Norrin’s, but if he marked her with his own tracker, it would at least interfere with that of Commander Norrin’s, scrambling the signals.

His tablet sounded, distracting him. It wasn’t time to think of saving Rowan. It was time to think of why he agreed to doing this in the first place. It was time to see his son.



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Rowan woke when she heard the sound of talking, of loud talking coming from somewhere nearby. It took her a moment to remember where she was but when she did, she sat up and pulled the quilt around her naked form. Early morning sunshine poured in through the windows and she climbed out of the bed, the bare earth cold beneath her feet. Carpet covered some of the living area of Silas’ home, but beneath that was dirt. That was one difference with where she had come from. Breeders lived in housing that was, compared to this at least, luxurious. The temperature was controlled and breeders lived comfortably. But there was something to this simplicity that she appreciated. It felt more honest.

“I want to talk to him. It was our agreement!” It was Silas’ raised, angry voice coming from outside.

She went to the backdoor, which wasn’t fully closed, and peeked out through the small crack into the backyard. But when Commander Norrin’s voice came next, she shrank back.

“No. Our agreement was that you would only see the boy until I had some proof the breeder had been impregnated. Once that is confirmed, then you’ll be free to talk to your…”

Silas’ fist pounded into the wall of the house then and Rowan jumped back with a gasp.

“Fine,” Silas said through gritted teeth. “I see him again in a week’s time.”

“Yes, of course, Silas,” came Commander Norrin’s mocking tone.

Rowan dared to pull the door just a bit wider. When it creaked, Silas turned immediately and their eyes met through the crack. Startled, Rowan quickly pushed it closed and went back to sit on the bed. But a moment later, it opened again and he entered, setting the tablet on the nightstand. Rowan glanced at it, then back at him. He stood naked watching her and she couldn’t help it when her gaze traveled down along the powerful length of him, his skin a dark bronze from the sun, glowing with health, muscle tight beneath that sheath of flesh, his tattoo giving him a frightening air.