I’d be surprised if my brother’s simulator even works. Az’s pro-athlete status as well as being a prince means he has females practically throwing their permissions at him wherever he goes. He’s had to upgrade his simulator twice in the past five years and even though everyone jokes that it’s from overuse, there’s definitely some truth to that. This ship hasn’t had any such upgrades, so I assume he’s been going without on this trip. Which is… surprising.

But that’s beside the point.

The point is that the thought of my Niska using another male’s anything makes me want to break things.

“I will have your own simulator commissioned when we arrive home. For now,” I say, reaching into my pocket for two new neuro-patches, “you may use mine.”

Niska holds her breath as she stares up at me while I carefully attach the patches to her temples, watching as the tiny blue lights come to life. “Now, with your mind, think the command ‘access my acquired permissions’. There will be only one; mine.” And I would like for it to stay that way.

Instead of following my instruction, Niska steps away from me and asks, “how many permissions have you ‘acquired’?”

“More than one,” I shrug. Is she jealous? My lips almost twist into a smirk at the thought before I’m reminded that she’s not Xaviann. She’s human. Suddenly, my mood plummets. “How many males have you…” I can hardly fucking say it, my voice hoarse when I finally do push the words out, “…let touch you.”

Her gaze holds mine and it’s like she knows exactly what she’s doing when she echoes my own damn words back at me. “More than one.”

More than one.

My fists clench of their own volition, and in an effort to calm the fuck down, I clear my throat and tell her, “access my permission with your thoughts, Niska.” I can’t allow myself to dwell on the fact that other males have not only touched her, but they have pleasured her, and been allowed to mount that gorgeous body of hers. I try to quell the hot, angry feeling for now. Maybe I’ll find something to break later.

There’s a few seconds where I wonder if she is defying me because nothing happens, but then, in front of us, an exact holographic replica of me appears in the white room. I’ve never seen one of myself - it certainly is an odd experience, but I’m more concerned with what Niska thinks of it.

I hear her suck in a breath as she takes a half-step back. My hologram flickers a little in front of us. “Try to hold onto that image of me in your mind,” I tell her. “It gets easier once you are used to it.”

“I don’t really know if I want to get used to it,” she comments out loud, as she starts to move tentatively, slowly walking in a circle around the second Kiahn in front of her. She has conjured an image of myself that is exactly as I am now, without a shirt and with my pants still hurriedly pulled up to my hips. My holographic clone turns his head to smirk at Niska as she comes back in front of him. “He moved,” she breathes, seemingly in awe at this very small gesture.

“He moved because your mind must have requested that he acknowledge you somehow.”

My hologram suddenly disappears. “Where’d he go?” Niska looks at me, her expression almost laced with accusation, like I was the one to banish the other me.

“Concentrate on wanting me,” I tell her.

And Goddess above, I know how that sounds. And, I know how I want her to take it.

Concentrate on wanting me, my pretty little Niska.

Her gaze drops to my mouth as her lips part. For a second or two, it’s just me, her, and that rising heat that seems to appear whenever she looks at me this way.

Then, my clone flickers into existence once again.

And this time, he’s naked.

And fully erect.

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Chapter 21 - Niska

“Oh, my God!” I squeal, throwing my hands up to cover my cheeks. My skin feels burning hot with embarrassment, but I can’t look away from… that. I’d kind of felt it beneath me last night, but Kiahn had mostly been keeping that monster concealed under the water in the lagoon.

Kiahn - the real, Kiahn, the one still wearing pants - chuckles.

“What’s so funny?! Why is he naked?!”

“Because your mind clearly wanted to go straight to business.”

My mind did that? I know I’m feeling all kinds of confused and horny right now, but this is ridiculous!

I’m finding it difficult to tear my gaze away from the thick, swollen member standing proud before me. Hologram-Kiahn’s cock is the same darker gray as his hands, with ridges and the slightest tinge of lighter purple at the head.

“It is completely accurate, if you are wondering,” Kiahn comments, amusement lacing his tone. “We can compare, if you’d like?”

“No! No, it’s fine,” I practically yelp when I see his hands moving as if to shove his pants down his legs and let the other ‘elephant in the room’ spring free. “I believe you.”

For a moment or two, I don’t say or do anything. I mean… my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but apart from that, I feel too overwhelmed to even attempt to speak. So, I try something in my mind, instead; I try to put clothes back onto Kiahn’s clone.

The loose pair of pants he was wearing before flicker into existence.

“You…” the real Kiahn starts, drawing out the word, “do not wish to view my cock?”

Hologram Kiahn’s pants swiftly disappear again, as if my stupid brain couldn’t hold onto them tightly enough. “What kind of question is that?” I snap, the words coming out harsher than I’d intended. This is all so damn strange. There’s another Kiahn that apparently, I can dress and undress like he’s an anatomically correct Ken doll, and I’m meant to… do stuff with him.

And Kiahn has one of me?

I smell the scent of sea salt and vanilla before I even properly realize that Kiahn - the real Kiahn - is moving closer. “You can do anything you wish to my permission, Niska. I gave you my permission in full.”

I look at him, my breath hitching a little at how near he has managed to get. The man moves like a silent assassin, and something primal in my brain should probably be scared of that. Except, I’m not. “Do…” my question trails off as I glance from one Kiahn to the other. “Do people not normally give their full permission, then?”

I can feel the warmth of him now as he stands to my side, looking down at me like my reaction to this whole weird scenario is peaking his interest. “It depends on the individual,” he tells me. “But a lot of people do add restrictions to their permissions, yes. Some will not allow you to undress them fully, some do not want certain areas to be touched,” Kiahn’s intense green gaze falls to my lips. “Most will not let you use their mouth.”

It suddenly feels hard to breathe. “Most?” I hear myself ask.

Kiahn nods. “It is not a common Xaviann custom like it is for… other species. Intimacy is for breeding.”

“But you-” I stop myself from finishing that sentence, but my hand had already gestured to where I’d seen him, kneeling, with his face buried between the legs of what was apparently… me. This conversation is insane.

Kiahn’s jaw works and he takes a breath while rubbing at his horn again. “I was… curious.”

My eyes slide down his form. He’s so imposing. So large. Taking up a lot of space wherever he goes. And he’s a freaking prince. He’s used to commanding a room and being the head of his people. But he doesn’t know this. He doesn’t know what the push and pull of this… thing we have between us is. He’s not used to it. So, it’s kind of adorable the way he can suddenly seem a little embarrassed.