Nox wrapped her legs around her lover, pulling him as close into her as possible, her nails digging into his back as she used it to lever herself up.
For some reason, she just couldn't get enough of him today. For some reason, she had woken up feeling more sexually charged than she had ever in her life. She had reached for Shadow, needing him to fill her, to assuage her need, but he had already left their shared bed.
She had turned instead to the man on her other side – the one she recognized as a constant lover, who she had enjoyed many times in the past and he had responded just as eagerly. She knew that this blonde man could be a gentle and very considerate lover, but this morning, her mood was wild, and she needed him so badly.
Their loving eventually woke Blade, who, after grumpily giving and receiving kisses, said that he would leave them to play and would go and annoy Shadow.
Nox then seemed to find herself free to give herself to this other lover without constraint, and had delighted in his response. As he had delighted in hers.
And now, as they reached a final climax, both sensing that the urgent need that had filled them both had stilled, they collapsed together on the bed. He winced a little and she kissed the marks on his back that her nails had made. He kissed the bite marks on her breasts and she stroked back his sweaty hair.
He rose on one arm and looked down at her, smiling and stroking her body. "I would have expected the others to come barging in here by now," he said with amusement in his voice.
"No," she said softly. "They knew I needed you." She drew his head down and kissed him. "I don't know what came over me, Zoltar."
He frowned. Why did she call him by name? It wasn't that he minded – in fact he had dreamed of his Beloved calling his name when they were alone. But they never had. Why now? She looked concerned and he kissed her gently. "I don't mind," he said. "I always need you, my beautiful one." He bent and suckled her breast. "But the concerns of the day call, and after last night's incident, I am sure that Mala will want to inform me of her progress."
He rose and held his hand out to her. "Shall we see if there is any hot water or breakfast left?"
Nox smiled as she placed her hand in his. It was like she was in a dream. She knew that she loved Mark, was bound to him, but also knew that she adored this man who seemed to be the centre of her existence.
"We can hope," she said as he opened the door, laughing.
"Good morning, my Beloved," said Zoltar, his eyes resting lovingly on the two young men in the sitting room.
He held out his arm and Shadow and Blade came willingly to his embrace, Shadow fiercely holding Nox and whispering his private good mornings to her, Nox stroking his freshly shaved cheek.
The Beloved were confused. They couldn't understand what had happened the previous night and this morning. Who were these other people who seemed to be trying to take over them?
All they knew was that the Master was adored by them – was the centre of their universe.
These other people inside doubted him. Said he was the enemy. Said he must be killed.
Zoltar shuddered as he picked up their confusion, shuddered as he saw the change in their demeanor as soon as he spoke, calling them Beloved. Saw their eyes change until they were the eyes he had known for five years.
He felt safe now – especially since they no longer looked at him with the eyes of G-Force.