Aiden and Ky

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An Excerpt From: AIDEN AND KY

The last message was unsigned and contained only one sentence.

Enjoy your dreams.

Brianne’s fingers grew cold as she darkened the console.

Was this seduction? Or stalking? Maybe it was one and the same with Shareem.

Brianne moved to her research terminal and brought up the public database of the Ministry of Non-Human Life Forms. Nothing on Shareem, although much on a sand mollusk thought to have been extinct that some biologist had just found in the southern deserts.

The Shareem are a part of Bor Narga’s history, and all anyone can talk about are mollusks.

Brianne used her codes to tap into the non-public databases. There she found the Shareem, locked away behind several code walls like dirty laundry. She could pull up only the most general information about them—more was hidden behind doors she could not open.

What she found was a brief description of DNAmo and profiles of the Shareem themselves. Short blurbs of information accompanied a holo photo of each, probably provided so the patrollers could keep tabs on them.

Brianne moved through the database to find the Shareem she’d unintentionally gotten arrested. Aiden.

Oh my.

Even the slowly rotating Ministry holo shot could not disguise the perfection of this man. A tail of golden hair reached all the way to his backside, swept back from a square forehead and a symmetrical face.

Face-sculpting was not unusual, though considered the height of vanity, but this man was an art form. Most people got face sculpted when they were adults and tired of their original looks, but Aiden had been created to be beautiful before he was born.

His makers had programmed his bones to grow to exact proportions, his muscles to fall over them in perfect patterns. His Shareem blue eyes were of the exact size to be sensual, not too big, not too small.

A woman could feast her gaze on this man and never grow tired of him, which was the point.

Brianne’s quim was filling again. She thought of the way he’d lapped cream from his coffee, the way his tongue had curled it into his mouth like he’d never tasted anything so good. She suspected that every woman in that coffee bar had thought will he smile like that when tasting me?

Mmm.

If she thought of him when she went to bed, she’d enjoy her dreams indeed.

Maybe that’s what the message had meant.

She started to sign out of the database, then had another thought. A second Shareem had come to find out what happened to Aiden and had been arrested by her bodyguards as well.

Would an animal be that worried about his friend?

What had the second Shareem’s name been? She’d seen it on the report her head bodyguard had reluctantly showed her.

Ky.

Brianne tapped in the codes and another Shareem rose from her screen. She dropped back in her seat, breath rushing from her lungs.

Holy mother goddess.

Ky had not been face sculpted or body sculpted. He nowhere near as handsome as Aiden—he was not even as handsome as Dranis.

What he had was raw sexuality that singed her like heat lightning in the desert. He was built like a god—one of the brutal warrior gods that no one, not even another god, wanted to mess with.

His arms held strength, muscles bulging as though the skin just contained them. His shoulders were broad and powerful, his waist tapered. The modest holo photo did not show his hips and below, but from what his torso looked like, his lower body was sure to be fantastic.

Brianne touched her hands to her face and found her cheeks burning. What was the matter with her? Aiden hadn’t had this much of an effect on her, even in person.

Ky’s face was hard and powerful, his eyes so burning blue that they seared her even from the holo photo. It was as though he looked right at her instead of at whatever patroller had burned the photo long ago.

Gods, what it must have been like to take his picture.

She knew now who’d sent the messages. Not Aiden, who’d enjoyed a sensual moment with her in the coffee bar. Not the Shareem who’d known she liked watching him lick cream from his cup.

Not Aiden at all.

Ky.

The words seemed to leap from his image, coupled with his burning stare. Enjoy your dreams.

Brianne moaned softly. She wanted to touch herself. No, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to watch Aiden run his tongue around the inside of his coffee cup while Ky stood behind her, pinning her in his strong arms and dipping his fingers into her quim.

Gods, why did she want something so depraved? Not only one Shareem, but two? Had she lost her mind?

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