cock was getting thick and he wondered how he could put the toys to use with Lena.
“I’m going to get food.” She spun away from the basket and faced the door. “I’m starving. I guess maybe the trainer is coming later? Or tomorrow?” She didn’t seem to be talking to him so much as trying to fill the space with noise to ignore the sex basket.
“Maybe.” But he couldn’t be sure. Something felt off about this entire setup. Whatever it was, they’d figure it out soon enough.
THEY HADN’T HANDED out sex toys in Kuwait. Though given how horny some of the assholes she’d been stationed with had been, it probably wouldn’t have been a bad idea. But she couldn’t get the image of that dildo out of her mind no matter how many times she blinked, and she didn’t trust herself to remain in that room for another minute. Best case scenario? Juvenile jokes and tossing the thing at Solan’s head. Worst case? Well... no use daydreaming.
It was another reminder of how different her new home was from everything she was used to. Fraternization was supposed to be frowned upon, not encouraged. Though the rules had to be different when the people were soulmates. Matches. Whatever.
How long was this damn hallway?
Lena’s mind might have been a whirlwind, but it should have only taken a couple of steps to go from the bedroom to the kitchen, and she’d definitely been moving longer than that. She could feel eyes on her, watching her from the shadows. And why was it so shadowy? It hadn’t been when they’d walked in, and the sun never went down. It should have been bright inside.
She shivered. It wasn’t cold, but there was something off about this place.
She wished she had her blaster, but it had been taken from her shortly after the fuck up of a mission. She considered letting out her wings, but clearly she wasn’t in any danger. And she didn’t want Solan to see it and think... she didn’t know what he would think. Some people kept their wings out almost all the time while others kept them hidden. It seemed to be a personal choice, like wearing long hair up or down.
“You don’t need to follow me,” she called back, expecting to find Solan two paces behind her. But she was alone in the too long hallway.
Was that door supposed to be there?
When they’d walked in she’d seen the door to the bedroom and the kitchen, but now there was another one and she didn’t know where it led. She tested the latch, but it was locked. She could try to force it, but something told her she didn’t want to find out what was inside. She left it for the moment and continued to the kitchen. This time she counted her steps rather than let her thoughts get caught on anything.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
And she was through the door. As soon as she let go, the door slid shut and Lena practically jumped out of her skin. She took a calming breath, but she was on edge. She already hated this house and hoped training didn’t last long.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught a flash of green and looked up to see a light above the door lit with the color.
“The kitchen is currently a safe area. No challenges will be given while the light is green,” said a computerized voice.
Lena narrowed her eyes and stared at the light as if it could give her answers. She knew there was no one else in the kitchen with her, but she didn’t see a speaker where the voice could be coming from. “Safe? Challenges? What’s going on?” It felt natural to talk back to the voice, but the voice didn’t immediately respond. Lena was getting used to Synnr voice commands and she wasn’t going to let it slide. “Computer lady, tell me what’s going on.” That should work. Just like Simon Says.
The voice came back. “This is a Class Five facility, fully automated to ensure optimal conditions for remedial Match training.”
Fucking remedial! She didn’t say it out loud, but it grated to know she and Solan were failing so badly.
“Each area of the house is fitted with indicator lights. When they are green, you will not be challenged. If they are unlit, you may expect a challenge at any moment. If the light turns red, a challenge is imminent or already underway. Challenges are recorded by the house and judged by your