Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

aching dick while Rhys tended to Sin. As Rhys went through standard decontamination procedures, Von stroked himself. He imagined the beautiful Dychiiop in human form bent over before him. He imagined taking Sin's ass. In one full thrust, he would take him, tighter and hotter than any other, having him writhe and buck underneath him. And Von's release drew tight in his belly.
    Sin was exhausted, bent and broken on the floor of the cold room, and Rhys knelt before him. He tentatively reached out to touch him, not wanting to startle him. "Oh, Sin. It's me, Rhys."
    "Oh, Sin," Von cried as he pumped his cock, squeezing and pumping, harder, faster. He imagined being buried inside him. "That's it, take me. Take all of me."
    "Take me away," Sin whispered. "Help me, please."
    "I will," Rhys murmured. "I swear it on my life."
    Breaching major protocol, Rhys picked Sin up, like a parent would a child, and laid him on the padded cot. The feel of Sin in his arms, against his chest, filled him with something he'd never felt. He'd never felt anything so right. "Just a few more days, Sin, yeah?"
    "Yes," Von groaned. His head fell back as his orgasm surged through him, spilling onto his hand and stomach. He convulsed as pleasure wracked through him, and he smiled as bliss settled into his bones.
    Rhys ran his trembling hands over Sin. His body shivered and shuddered from the latest molecular manipulation he'd endured, and Rhys could do nothing to ease his pain.
    Though Rhys had no idea how even the simplest gesture of his hand on Sin's skin was the only comfort, the only kind and gentle contact, the only warmth Sin had had in months.
    Rhys was the only hope Sin had to cling to, his only reason to endure this hell, to take the next breath, to live.
    Sin had almost given up, lost his will to fight, but then Rhys had held his face, and he'd looked into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. He saw him. The one. Light years away from his home, from all he'd ever known, here in this hell, was his one true mate. The one his soul searched for, was here, sent to save him.
    "Just a few days, Sin," Rhys vowed again in a whisper. "I promise. I need you to stay strong."
    Sin nodded, and as much as Rhys ached to hold him, to trace his fingers along his face, to pick him up and run away with him, he didn't. He simply told him, "Sleep, Sin. Dream of seeing your family again."
    Sin's eyes opened slowly, sleepily. "My… family?"
    Rhys smiled. "You used to talk of them… in your sleep, in your peaceful dreams. You'd talk of Auhin and your family." Then he told him quietly, "You've not mentioned them for some weeks."
    Sin's eyes closed again, and a single tear ran to his temple. "I want to go home."
    Rhys touched his hand to Sin's cheek, and he wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb. "And I will take you."
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    Von was preparing for his next auction. He had at least three genetically completed units to sell, plus a large quantity of harvested serums. He'd need to take his two strongest men with him, as he always did, which would leave Sin in the sole care of the man in charge of Sector Seven.
    Rhys.
    Von didn't know what to make of Rhys Delacroix. All his security clearances checked out, and Von didn't particularly care for intelligence or how highly his references spoke of him. The deal clincher for Von to hire Rhys was that he was human.
    Human, like him. He knew the anatomy, the physical limits, the capabilities of humans. For their intelligence and dexterity, humans were above everything else, mortal.
    Fragile.
    Expendable.
    Von certainly didn't have to worry about secrecy. He wasn't concerned about the facility staff selling secrets or informing authorities once they left, because once their time working for him was over, they were simply harvested.
    So Von had rarely given much thought to his staff. But Rhys was intriguing.
    He was good looking, tall and dark. He moved fluidly. If Von hadn't have seen the test results himself proving Rhys was indeed human, he'd have had his doubts. Rhys was smart, obedient, subordinate. In short, he did what he was told. There was the odd eyebrow twitch or infrequent surprise at certain orders, but he was generally compliant.
    And Von expected nothing less.
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    Rhys' body ached. Being in human form was comfortable enough, but as a shifter, his body ached to change.
    He longed to be in an open space where he could transform and run for miles. He needed to stretch, to iron out the kinks. He could only