Page 51 of Scaled Daddy's Secret Heir
It’s slow this time.
So slow.
His forehead pressed to mine. His chest on mine. Every thrust is deep, measured,intimate.
He doesn’t fuck me.
Helovesme with his body.
Even if neither of us will say it.
When I come again, he follows, holding me tight like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
The cot’s still warm when the encrypted alert chimes through the wall unit.
I blink awake, disoriented. Kalev’s gear is gone. So is he.
I tap the console, fingers clumsy.
ALERT: OPERATOR 7A3 PULLED — OFF-WORLD BLACK-OPS DEPLOYMENT. ETA UNKNOWN. CLASSIFIED.
That’s it.
No goodbye. No explanation.
Just gone.
I sit there in the silence, heart thudding like something’s about to break.
The air tastes stale. Metallic.
Eventually, the comm flickers again.
Alliance Command: Surveillance Op now under Lt. Leah Monroe’s authority. Confirm readiness.
I swallow.
Flex my fingers.
Then I type:
Confirmed.
I burymyself in the work.
Recalibrate the sensor sweep grid. Rotate the drone feeds. Rewire the dampener coupling that was starting to glitch.
I don’t think about how he looked at me last night.
I don’t think about how his hand trembled slightly after he came, when he brushed hair off my cheek.
A shrill ALERT rips through the bunker.
I lurch to the console. Red strobes flash across the perimeter array.
“East corridor tripwire triggered,” the system chirps.
The screen lights up with motion scatter—heat sig, but erratic.
