Free Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I by Stacey St. James

just
didn’t see any sense in having plain bread when he could sink into
a delicious piece of cake only by waiting just a little longer. It
was as much a matter of proving to himself that he had the
discipline to wait as it was the desire to anticipate rather than
capitulate and settle for less than what he wanted.
    He wasn’t in the habit of settling for
less than precisely what he wanted.
    If he wasn’t entirely happy with the
decision, he had no one to blame but himself—and possibly fate—that
capricious bitch that supposedly controlled random odds and yet
always seemed to stack the deck against everyone, especially when
they were at their lowest ebb.
    He didn’t believe his
reasoning was faulty in any way or adversely influenced by his
interest in Emerald. He’d made it a point to remove himself as far
from that distraction as possible and consider every angle
carefully.
    He fully intended to load
his ship down with purebloods before he returned to Nibiru for the
simple reason that failure wasn’t an option as far as he was
concerned—and returning without them would not only be a failure
for him personally. It would be a disaster for the Anunnaki.
They needed the
purebloods. As badly as everyone hated to admit it, they all knew
they were doomed without them. It didn’t matter that it was their
own poor decisions that had brought about the disaster. They had to
deal with it, and the purebloods were their only option of doing
so.
    He had to consider the possibility,
though, that his ship might make the return trip to Nibiru without
the numbers he’d anticipated and fewer purebloods meant severely
limited supply to demand. Those with power and position would get
first choice, as was their right. Those directly beneath them would
get their castoffs and so on until supplies trickled down to the
lowest levels. Except supplies wouldn’t be trickling far down the
scale if they were as limited as what he’d discovered so far and
there were too many in the ranks above him, as it stood, for him to
get more than a whiff of a pureblood.
    He’d decided to take what he wanted
while he had the chance—right of conquest plus most superior rank
present—and handle any consequences later. He was sure there would
be consequences, possibly very unpleasant ones, but that was
immaterial as long as he ensured his own lines. Assuming he was
successful enough to appease those of higher ranks than he was,
he’d also decided to include Koryn for the simple reason that he
didn’t want anyone of superior rank to his to look too closely at
his prize and run the risk being usurped.
    And they would exercise their rights
if he made it too obvious that he considered Emerald a prize. The
only way he could avoid that pitfall was to make it clear that he
wasn’t obsessed with her or even particularly possessive—in short
to make it clear that she was of no particular importance to him at
all beyond her breeding capabilities and the only way to do that
was to make her available to others—or at least one
other.
    It was a logical conclusion. He knew
it was. Unfortunately, it was also the only thing about his
decision that had caused him any revulsion.
    He didn’t want to share his prize.
The sense of possessiveness that twisted sickly in his gut at the
mere thought of sharing did disturb him, but it also strengthened his
resolve. He had to share to protect his own interests and that being the
case, who better than Koryn, who was almost more like a brother to
him than a friend?
    He could trust Koryn not to try to
stab him in the back by trying to win Emerald’s
affections.
    He thought.
    Except he didn’t trust the fucking
bastard! He just trusted him more than anyone else he could think
of.
    He didn’t need her affection, he
assured himself, trying to shake the sick feeling that twisted in
his gut every time the thought crossed his mind. He’d claimed her
and he was absolutely determined no one’s seed would prosper in her
belly but