MIYAs POV...
Pleasure rides my body as wave after wave of ecstasy crash into me. Nibbling on my lower lip, I squeeze my eyes shut and run my hands up my physique, stopping at my heavy breasts. I pinch my erect nipples as sweat glistens off my feverish skin and I dig my heels into the mattress, arching my back off the bed.
"Zion.." I pant hoarsely.
Running one hand down my torso over the dips and curves of my abdomen. I comb my fingers through his thick hair, moaning, sighing and whimpering as his velvet-like tongue licks, sucks and nibbles at the folds of my sex.
"Please, don't stop..." I moan, squeezing my nipple harder. "So good..."
I spread my legs wider, losing myself in the abyss of rapture giving him more access to feast upon me like a starved man devouring his last meal.
Grinding my sex against his torturous lips, a violent growl vibrates against my clit as it exits his lips. A delicious pressure begins to form in the pit
ZIONs POV... One Day Later... As I stand in the middle of the flight deck going over the co-ordinates of where the Scourages ship was last seen docking, I swear I can hear Miya's voice in my head. My mate is screaming. She sobs with terror. Wails with torment. Fuck... I need it to stop. It won't stop! It's crippling, almost paralyzing to listen to as it takes over my senses and overrides my entire body. Agony, despair, and misery sweep over me. I fall to my knees, my left knee hits the hard surface first, then my right as I cover my ears with my hands. Leaning forward, my forehead rests upon the cold surface and just when I believe I can't take it any longer... An overwhelming scent of terror, confusion and shock slams into my large body like the rough waves of our rivers crashing into dunes. "Zion!" Sylvans' voice booms across the deck matching the s
MIYAs POV...I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to open them on demand while I try to concentrate on my breathing.On the rhythm my heart is generating through a sea of emotions that have me wondering, what the fuck I did in my past life, to end up here."Open your eyes and look at me, little one." Maddox chimes with amusement.I shake my head, "No, you're not him." The sound of my restraints clanking as metal strikes metal surges through the ship.My body shudders with fear.Sweat beads my skin."Who?" He sneers, "I'm not who?""Zion," I breathe out in a whispering tone. "The face you don doesn't belong to you," The words leave my mouth bitterly."No matter what face I parade around in, little one. It will never truly belong to me." He hisses. "A shapeshifter bears no true face of his own. We wear what we like to our advantage."I snort, "So, you're a thief?" I titter. "You will have to pluc
ZIONs POV... Walking down the crafts corridor on my way to meet with Sylvan for a mind-blocking sparring session, "Zion..." Miyas' sweet voice fills my head I come to a standstill, bracing myself against the corridor wall with my hands placed above my head and my chin touching my chest. "I'm here, bonetta." [fated one] I mutter hoarsely as I squeeze my eyes shut. Her voice is full of panic and it causes my throat to close up. "I'm sorry..." She whimpers. "Please, please don't give up on me...." Clenching my hands into tight balls of fury, "Never!!" I growl fiercely. "Hang tight, bonetta. We are coming!" I hiss and I slam my hand into the wall, causing it to crack around my fist. I take a moment to gather my composure, straightening my posture, I run my trembling fingers through my hair. "Brother," I mind link with Jaja. "Please tell me you have their location?"
MIYAs POV... "Miya.." Through the tenebrous haze that surrounds my shell-shocked body, I vaguely hear my name being called. "Miya, don't fall asleep." I exhale harshly, feeling like I've been hit by a freight truck as I struggle to keep my eyes open. "Listen to the sound of my voice, sister in-mate." I turn my head to the side, fluttering my eyes open long enough to get a glimpse of Nova. She is on her knees, hands shackled above her head as purple, blue and black bruises tarnish her beautiful features. I turn my head to look the other way, the sight of her being held against her will hits a soft spot in my heart that causes my blood to ignite with resentment. Every inch of my body tingles from my head to my toes, my eyes burn with unshed tears and my soul feels like it is trying to flee my body. Is this what it feels like just before you cross over to the other side? Will my
ZIONs POV... EARLIER... As I watch Tyber working his magic on the Scourages ship entry, manipulating the code to their security system with his mind. I steel my nerves, twirling my wide-bladed daggers between my fingers. I look over my shoulder, my eyes drinking in the faces of my warriors who have joined me in my battle to recover Nova, Miya, and our females. Their bravery, honour and courage will not go unnoticed. Some of these noble and fearless warriors will return, walking, back on the craft with me. The rest, unfortunately, will be returning in body bags and it strikes a chord in my twin hearts knowing that this will be their last dance. Their last crusade. A battle to the death. It is only right, that I face these spirited warriors and say something encouraging. I turn, tapping my blades together and in response my warriors do the same with their weapons, creating a glorious beat for me to speak
MIYAs POV... Zion... The way his name rolled off the tip of my tongue felt completely natural. As I continue to foolishly stare into his captivating eyes, the deeper I fall into a chasm of emotional awe. A fever of curiosity licks my skin. "Don't you dare kiss him, Miya, that male is my brother..." Nova growls. Bringing me back to the harsh reality I dream to leave behind. Heavy footsteps, hammering with intent, erupt unexpectedly throughout the chamber. I look up and realise it is Sylvan who blesses us with his presence. His eyes are jet black, and they make him look like a mean son of a bitch. His angry looking face is splattered with blood and he has a shit scared, looking Maddox in his grasp. Maddox is a spitting image of Zion and instantly my blood runs cold. The fever of curiosity is quickly replaced with a vicious chill. "Maddox is the imposter, remember, mate of my brother?" Nov
ZIONs POV... I shake my head, clearing the blinding spots prancing in my vision. Maddox is a slimy fighter, and I should have known better than to align myself with him. He is attempting to buy himself extra time to heal. Seeing him in my skin makes me furious, and it tastes hellish bitter to look at him donning my face. Especially when he has my special gift, sizzling through his loins. I will make him pay for everything. The trauma he has bestowed upon me and my siblings. The suffering and misery he has etched into the roots of my peoples' twin hearts. "NO...!!" Nova screams at the top of her lungs which has my head snapping up. Sylvan rushes towards us, throwing his body in front of me. My twin hearts cease, "Sylvan, NO!!" I roar, lurching forward to catch him as he lets out a grunt, swaying side to side with his hand resting on the dagger. I collapse alongside him,
MIYAs POV The fever brought on by the star Maddox intended to infect Nova with. Runs through my veins like a wildfire out of control, annihilating all it touches. And all I can do is wait patiently for Zion to find me a cure before I succumb to the darkness. Do I regret jumping in front of Nova? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes, I believe I would. A selfless act comes from a pure heart. After everything, I have gone through since stumbling upon the Kindreds headquarters back on earth. I desperately need to believe that I am good. That I am worthy, and not an ounce of darkness consumes me. As I stand in the garden of wisdom on Zion's home planet, I have so many questions. And I can see why he is fighting to keep his species alive. Mahji is a magical place and I can't help but feel like I've been here before. My soul feels like it knows this place. This garden. But that's impossible.