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Jun 1

The science of love 🌙 ch 13

Call of Duty AU ✨ Poly!141 x Nikolai x hybrid!Reader (König x reader) ✨ MDNI ✨ Explicit ✨ ao3

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Nikolai had to carry you away as Simon walked the opposite way, ignoring your howls though you could see he wasn’t unaffected by them, his hands clenched and walked fast.

“Do not worry, little one,” Nikolai attempted to calm you, easily carrying you despite your wriggling, “Simon will be back soon.”

You whined before more or less just mashing your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of the Russian, like he was a drug. He would be back soon, it was only a matter of moments. Nikolai was here, he was okay, the others were there - right?

“The others?” You asked, needing to at least know what to expect.

“In our room - Kyle is getting a cut cleaned but he will also be back soon, he is okay.”

You nodded into his neck, tail wagging a bit at the idea of them all being alright.

“Do you want to wal–”

The idea of not being pressed against Nikolai like this made you cut off his question with a small growl and the chuckle leaving him made you lick his neck a couple of times. Sweat. Salt. Gun powder. A few more licks. Blood. Another rumble left you.

“da - I am okay little one,” sometimes you wondered how the fuck Nikolai sometimes knew your thoughts, a hum leaving him as he continued walking towards the shared room, “I just need a shower - want to join me, Kitty?”

You growled, nipping at his neck - Nikolai laughed. A moment later he sat you down, the door opening to the bedroom.

Excited barks left you, tail wagging and you bolted inside, finding Soap first.

“Kitty!” You were lifted up and Soap twirled around with you in your arms while you barked, hugging him tightly.

Then you darted to greet Price who chuckled, his hair and beard still a little damp after the shower he had been in, not smelling of violence like the others. You felt unable to speak from the happiness of seeing them again, your tail wagging like crazy, your body shaking.

“Hi, princess,” he mused, scratching you beneath your chin before leaning forward and giving you a soft kiss, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Miss you,” you managed in between a couple of happy sounds, holding onto Price’s shirt, as if afraid he would disappear again.

“Got somethin’ fer ye on the way home, Kitty,” your eyes instantly flickered to Johnny as he pulled something from his bag, “here ye go, we dinnae ken if ye was–”

You had grabbed the plush out of his hands at such a speed it almost surprised yourself, the small bunny teddy in your mouth as you darted to the couch, ignoring Soap’s “hey!” on the way, your tail wagging as Nikolai laughed.

When settled in the couch you took a look at it; it was a soft blue color, with long ears. You hadn’t had anything like that in the bunker. Something soft and nice, just for you.

“Thank you,” you finally said, smiling at Johnny who stepped closer, giving your head a pat.

“Ye’re welcome, Kitty. We dinnae ken if ye like plushies.”

“Never had one,” you answered absentmindedly, pulling it into a hug, tail wagging even harder as the bunny gave a small squeak, like a proper dog toy, “Not that I can remember. It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You politely waited for all of them to take a shower, kissing and snuggling close with them, tail wagging constantly.

You had almost fallen asleep on top of Kyle, when the door to the bedroom opened, Simon stepped in - any sleep in your body left in an instant and you got up. Simon made a motion for you to come over, the door closing behind him.

Your ears tipped down a little.

“I’m sorry I misbehaved,” you hurried to say, “I’ll be good, I promise, I just–”

Simon cradled your face, his eyes flickering to the cut on your cheek.

“Graves won’t bother you again, okay?” He said the words in a calm manner, which almost confused you, given how you had just tried to apologise.

“He won't?" you asked, afraid to be too hopeful, feeling your bottom lip tremble a bit, “because when they –”

“He won’t bother you again.” Simon’s voice was more firm before he leaned forward to press a kiss against your forehead, “I promise. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, the other things.”

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You whined, sniffling while you grabbed onto the sheets. You felt Kyle’s hand on your head for a second, which helped a little - only for it to stop when Nikolai told him to stop.

“This is punishment.”

“I know,” Kyle muttered, giving you a little smile while you whined and he pulled away.

“We’ can't leave ya’ behind if you go fightin’ everyone,” Simon pointed out and you gasped as he grabbed both of your ass cheeks, giving them a painful squeeze, “Do ya’ understand that, pup?”

“Yes,” you sniffled, letting go with one of your hands to paw blindly at his hands to make him go away, “understand - I understand - please, sir, stop–”

Finally Simon let go and you took a shuddering breath as the blood rushed through your ass cheeks.

“You also broke another whistle.”

Soap let out a sharp bark of a laugh, making you want to slap him.

“Again?” Price asked and you glanced over at him, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I thought they understood she doesn’t work well with ‘em.”

“I told–”

A sharp slap to your right cheek made you shut up. You moved your hands to hide your asscheeks in a desperate attempt to save them for more spanking, a huff leaving Kyle in front of you, resting on the bed. You sent him a pleading look and he just raised his hands in surrender to prove he was of no help.

“You shouldn’t attack it and bite it into pieces,” Nikolai commented, “It is bad behaviour, puppy.”

They returned home and you wanna fuck like crazy - and then they wanted to correct your behaviour first? You hated their priorities right now.

Slap.

The next spanks were just as painful as the first ones and though Nikolai held your wrists to keep you from trying to stop Simon from spanking you.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!” you whimpered after he hit the tenth mark, “I won’t do it again.”

Simon’s hand touched your ass again, this time gently, resting on your burning skin.

“We’ll have to work on your food aggression at a later point,” Simon warned, though he didn’t sound as angry any more, his hands sliding up to touch your tail and run through your fur, “but if you promise not to attempt to break more stuff, then you’re good for now.”

“Promise,” you hurried to say, Nikolai letting go of your wrists and you hurried to crawl out of Simon’s lap to avoid more spankings, making the big man chuckle.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Kyle offered, sitting on the bed with open arms, his upper body bare and you almost barreled into him, making him fall backwards onto the bed, laughing softly before he kissed you gently a couple of times, “I got you.”

Your hands were grabbing onto the sheets again, but it wasn’t a pained sound that left you now, instead a pleased, relaxed one. Kyle’s tongue and two of his fingers gently fucked your pussy as you were on your hands and knees, tail wagging a bit, your face mushed into the bed.

"Missed us, eh?” Johnny asked with a grin laying next to you, a huff leaving Nikolai who was between his legs.

“Am I not doin’ enough, since you can chit chat?” the russian asked the scot, making you snicker, until Kyle hit that spot, making you moan louder.

“Naw, Nik, just missed our lassie, you - AH!” you could hear Nikolai slurp obscenely loud around Johnny’s cock, shutting him up.

Kyle fucked you gently. It was missionary, it was simple, but it was perfect and slow. You were pressed against each other, you could nip and kiss him, as he hit that sweet spot inside you. Words of praise dripped from his mouth, only interfered by his groans and moans.

He was warm, his cock filling you perfectly, your chests pressed together, bodies moving in a synchronic rhythm. His name was like a prayer, you groaned and moaned it into his skin again and again, pleasure rising inside you. It was what you had needed, that closeness, even as the desperation took over and his thrusts quicked, the two of you were still so impossibly close.

You were quickly pulled away, a chuckle leaving Kyle who made out with Simon instead.

“Pretty girl,” John whispered into your neck, nipping at your jaw, your back pressed against his chest, his dick so deep it felt like you could feel him in your stomach, “so bloody good for us, huh?”

You let out a deep whiny moan as you rolled your hips, the pain from the spanking not mattering one bit any more. They were home, they were here with you, all of them.

His hands were on you, guiding you and when your legs began to burn, his grip tightened on your hips. He moved you like a doll almost, grunting into your skin, as you held onto his arms, trying to keep your balance. He didn’t let you fall, one hand moving to rest between your tits that bounced with each thrust, muttering at you to look at Johnny as he rode Nikolai, cockring around his member.

John came like that, fucking up into you, using you while you whimpered a tiny “daddy”, cum slowly dripping around his member.

Even as Johnny slid into you, the cockring wasn’t taken out, the scot’s moans loud, almost deafening yours. Nikolai slid into him at the same time he was into you, Kyle holding onto your collar to ground you, as each of Nikolai's hard thrusts sent Johnny hard into you. It wasn’t until Johnny was almost crying with pleasure and you begged him to come inside of you, that he was allowed to take the ring off.

His cum joined the others, your body feeling incredibly hot. Almost like you were in a heat, but not quite. Nikolai licked it from your cunt like he was a starving man, only removing mouth from your heat, to leave sharp bites onto your inner thighs to keep you alert. He ate you out in what felt like forever, your thighs over each of his shoulders, his hands on your hips; he forced another two orgasms for you before he let you go, his hair messy from you pulling at it.

Simon took you from behind, looming over you, dominating you with his hard, fast thrusts. Your head rested against the bed, turned so you could look up at him while his hands grabbed the bed on each side of your head. As he spit down on you, you eagerly licked it up, bending your back so he could fuck you even better, howling his name. How you belonged to him, to all of them.

You didn’t care if anyone on the base heard you.

You slept much better that night, body tired and slightly sore, but in between the snoring men. They smelled so good, all of them. Musk, sweat, sex. It was perfect. You curled closer to Soap, as if you could merge your bodies together, his large arm sliding around you, keeping you there. Safe, warm and protected.

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You squinted as you heard them, ears tipping back. You didn’t like how you instantly felt anger at the idea of them already leaving again - didn’t like how you felt pain at the idea.

When you came here first… the mere idea would be another opportunity to run away. But now… you didn’t know why you would run away. Where you would run away to…

You remembered the faces of the others in the bunker, their voices - everything they mentioned about their life outside the thick walls of your shared prison. How you would all continue your lives afterwards, how everything would be okay. Angus, kind Angus, who had promised to bring you along home to his fiance so you could have a happy life with them.

A part of you wondered… what if Angus had never died, what if none of the others had ever died, would you still end up like this? In a life with your owners having to go on constant missions or could Angus and his fiance have offered you a more simple life? Slow. Kind. Boring. The kind where your biggest worry would be whether it rained outside so you couldn’t go out to play.

You sat quietly as they talked, absentmindedly gnawing on your finger, not listening to their words.

You never got to go to Italy, like they had talked about back then, to Beatrice’s hometown. The pictures that had been painted in your then teenage and later adult head, about long beaches with cool water. About finding stones to skip, about chasing the waves. Sand that would be everywhere. How Agerdrup mentioned he hated sand in his shoes, wrinkles appearing as he told you about how it would get everywhere, even though you tried to avoid it – how it sometimes got into your mouth. You remembered how the thought had made you frown.

Kenny had told you he was going to push Angus into the water - that you could help him in succeeding, but you were honestly more interested in the seagulls that Beatrice mentioned you could chase. That sounded fun.

“Pup?”

You looked up at Price who squatted in front of you, pulling your finger away from your teeth.

“Lost in thought?”

He didn’t sound judgemental so you nodded, scooting a little closer to nuzzle against him.

“Don’t want you to leave,” you murmured, “I want you to stay. You just came back.”

“I know, luv,” his voice was gentle, hand soft as it caressed your cheek, “This is a short one though, yeah?”

You didn’t like the idea of them leaving already, long or short mission but you still nodded. They had only been back about two days, barely - it wasn’t long enough. It wasn’t long enough for you to prove how you loved them…

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You stared at the malinois hybrid, her scent hitting you like a brick wall – she merely smiled at you, tail wagging a bit even taking a step towards you, clearly wanting to greet you, after just having greeted Price together with her handler. The two men were talking while the malinois let out a happy sound, clearly excited at the prospect of meeting the taskforce’s hybrid.

You on the other hand, wasn’t taking it, not one bit. Why was this.. this bitch better than you? Why could she join their missions when you couldn’t? As the hybrid sniffed, you saw her pupils dilate a little, no doubt from the scent of you having sex with the others not too long ago… not with Price though.

The exact second the fact that Price might not smell enough of you, that the other hybrid might think he was up for grabs, a switch flicked inside your mind.

A growl from deep within you escaped you before you could even consider it, your legs spread a bit and you exposed your fangs, knowing the metal one looked a bit scary. The other hybrid looked surprised, taking a step back and you considered if you should snap out at her, to make her understand that–

“Kitty.”

Your name was said in a low tone, not loud in any way. You instantly looked at Simon, his eyes locked in on you.

He knew what you were doing. He knew what you were going to do, you just knew it. For a couple of seconds you considered defying him as he pointed down at his feet, not looking away from you. The hybrid was right there, clearly on her way to try –

You saw how he frowned despite the balaclava.

Nah shit. Your ears tipped down, mouth closed and your feet moved before you could stop yourself. You could feel how the conversation had died but you didn’t argue with Simon, instead slid onto your knees when you reached him in the common room armchair, settled between them. You didn’t even complain when his finger looped in between

“Sorry bout that, sergeant, she isn’t used to other hybrids yet,” you heard Price explain before the conversation continued. You sent the other hybrid an angry look, ignoring how the hybrid smiled, a little sad even. Then you pressed your face against Simon’s leg, his other hand coming to scratch you behind your ear.

Why was there even a hybrid who could smell things like USB sticks and hard disks? It sounded stupid.

The moment the hybrid and her handler left the common to pick up some papers and such, you felt the tension for a moment.

“Kitty, what the fuck,” Price said but you didn’t look at him, merely stared into Simon’s leg, “What the fuck was that about?”

You let out a little growl. Simon gave your collar a tug, a wordless warning.

“Our pet is feelin’ threatened, cap,” Johnnyhappily chipped in, that fucking traitor, having caught at least some of the vibes, “aren’t ye, luv?”

You growled again, tipping your head out to stare at him with one eye.

“That's absurd, she didn’t do anything threatening.”

“I just ken what ah saw myself.” Johnny shrugged but didn’t elaborate - and you didn’t want him to.

“Well, can you behave during the meeting? Or we’ll leave you here.”

“yessir,” you mumbled into Simon’s leg.

“Can’t hear ya.”

You finally looked at him properly, no longer hiding, ears drooping.

"Yessir - I’ll behave.”

At least Simon didn’t out you, because you had a feeling that he knew it wasn’t in a violent way. Still, he kept scratching you behind your ear.

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You didn’t listen to what they were even talking about, staying close to them - you had rubbed against them all like crazy the moment Simon had let go of you, the big man just huffing but dutifully bending down so you could leave some scent on his neck.

It was weird to remember how he had been the one to scruff you all those months ago. By now you merely stalked every movement of Price. He hadn’t wanted you to hump his legs - rude - before the meeting, so you merely kept your eyes on him as he pointed onto the maps and explained the situation.

Waiting for the right moment. You were under the table, the other hybrid sitting at a chair, occasionally looking down at you - whenever you caught her doing so, you didn’t growl, merely tipped your ears down.

She didn’t seem mad. Didn’t smell aggressive, it just seemed like she was a little confused. But she listened to every word Price said, following his every movement just like you did. It was something instinctual, you knew that, something stupid and hormonal, but you needed to prove to her that Price was yours. The entire team belonged to you.

The moment Price moved towards his chair, the meeting almost done, you moved, carefully sliding off your underwear, making it as discreetly as possible to not be caught, for once happy that you were wearing a comfortable skirt. Then you made your body ready and as he sat down, you jumped, ready to do your.

“- we will leave at 0600 tomorrow then and - woah, Kitty-” he suddenly had a lap full of you, and you instantly spread your legs to make sure you would hit your target.

“Cap, ya’ better get ‘er–” oh Simon definitely knew what you were doing, but you dug your fingers into Price’s shirt and turned your head, ears tipped down, staring the malinois hybrid directly in her eyes.

Then you pissed.

When Simon got to you and pulled you off John, it was too late. You had already soaked his pants and both Kyle, Nikolai and Johnny were howling in laughter.

You on the other hand, didn’t look away from the other hybrid, staring at her - proving your ownership to her. Your ownership of them, Price included.

Before Simon dragged you out of the meeting room, she gave you a nod.

The shower was a little on the cold side but you didn’t care. You hadn’t expected the stunt would make you popular, but you hadn’t cared about that either - it was about making your point clear after all. Still… the muzzle was a bit much.

“I was just–” you finally said, being cut off by Simon as he sprayed the cold water on your legs, making you instinctively try to crawl further away in the shower, a small bark leaving you.

“Pissin’ on Price to prove a point?” Simon asked dryly, hand moving to hold onto your collar to keep you there, “you are able to speak.”

You let out a huff - then the door opened and Kyle slid in, a hint of a smile on his face as your eyes met.

“Well, we’re ready to leave for tomorrow but uh - you’re not that popular right now, Kitty.”

You looked away.

“Hold ‘er collar.” Simon grunted.

“I’m able to shower myself,” you mumbled.

“I don’t doubt it. But this is also saving you from an instant spanking.”

You rumbled a little, pawing at the muzzle’s lock for a moment. Kyle gently took a hold of your collar to keep you in the tub as Simon used the shower nuzzle to wash the remnants of piss off you. It really wasn’t that bad, but you didn’t feel like having Simon to give you a spanking too, so you allowed it, only growling now and again.

You were fresh out of the shower and so was Price clearly. He rested against his desk in the office, arms crossed, watching you closely as Simon dropped you off and locked the door. He merely retreated to the little couch in the office, leaning back to watch you and Price, while you stayed.

Your ears tipped down, tail between your legs, barely able to meet John’s eyes, fingers fidgeting. At least you didn’t have the muzzle on any more.

“Well?” His voice was gruff, like he had been growling ever since Simon pulled you away earlier. A part of you was displeased that he didn’t smell like you as intensely as before, but you also knew it wasn’t something you should point out right now.

“‘m sorry,” you managed, voice small, looking at him a few seconds at a time, then looking away, then back at him.

“Well, that's not a proper explanation, is it?” he asked, tipping his head down and you wanted to lower your gaze again but you found the courage for once.

“She was looking at you.”

“I’m the Captain of the –”

“-- and you didn’t smell of me!” you hurried to add, ears tipping backwards a bit, voice even raising, “and I had to make sure she understood.”

Price looked at you with a look of slight confusion.

“Understood what, Kitty?”

“That you belong to me,” you snapped, fingers curling together to fists at your sides, taking a step forward, “that all of you belong to me! You didn’t smell of me, the others did! She gets to go on a mission with you all and I wouldn’t be there to claim you in case it was needed!”

Price… was blushing. Staring at you, with slightly wide eyes as if that was the last thing he had expected.

“Heh.”

The two of you instantly looked over at Simon, who just looked amused and smug, mask resting on the table.

“Did you know that was why?” Price hissed accusingly.

“‘course. ‘m a handler,” Simon answered, not even ashamed, shrugging. You huffed at him and he winked at you, “didn’t know she was gonna piss on ya’, but eh.”

Price sighed and you dared to look back at him. He uncrossed his arms, running a hand over his face, before opening his arms.

“C’mere pup.”

You instantly moved into his arms, snuggling close. The fact that you didn’t even hesitate made a part of your brain scream that you were giving up on your freedom, truly getting too attached, but as he gently caressed your back, you were too distracted.

“No more pissin’ on us - don’t care who ya’ need to prove that we’re yours and the other way around, got it?” He gave your ear a soft tug and your tail slowly wagged as you began to lick his neck, ignoring the huff from him and the second tug that followed.

You nodded, letting out a soft sound.

“Need you to promise it, Kitty.”

You pulled back, pursing your lips.

“But she –”

“Nope. You use your words.” His tone was a little sharper.

“m’kay,” you finally agreed, “no pissin’ on ya. Got it.”

“Good girl.”

“I would like you to bend me over the desk then and fuck me hard, so that you smell of me and the other way around before you leave tomorrow.”

“Heh.”

“Christ, pup,” Price muttered - though he did spin you around then, bending you over said desk.

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Being dropped off in the kennel again, so fucking early in the morning that it was almost night, wasn’t fun. You weren’t as loud, Johnny carrying you, since they had more or less just pulled you from the bed.

You were barely awake, crying as they gave you the usual stuff. Things that smelled of them, rubiks cubes and now your bunny plushie too. Simon promised you they would be back soon and though you knew he meant it, you still cried. They hadn’t been home long enough.

True to his words, Graves wasn’t there to bother you. You didn’t ask about him - you didn’t really go out, not wanting to. Ignoring the staff when they asked or just fighting against them when they tried pulling you.

You just didn’t have the energy, too upset about them leaving this fast, your body almost painful with how you yearned for them to come back. A doctor came to check on you every second day, but you technically weren’t sick physically, it was all mental.

The few times they managed to get you out, you just stayed in the shadows, not wanting to talk to anyone.

They returned after a week and the exact moment you smelled Simon and Johnny as they picked you up, you felt like your mind was going crazy. You hadn’t even seen them but you heard and smelled them as they got near your spot in the kennel and you almost felt insane with excitement, barely able to speak, your entire body shaking.

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Simon had expected you to be excited for them all to be back, yes. But something was off, almost immediately - just like last time you were happy to see all of them, but at the same time, you began to become intensely snappy and almost howled if one of them went to leave the room.

You even attempted to herd him back to the common room, trying to nip at him and bark, eyes almost a little glassy as you tried to be dominating towards him. As if he didn’t tower over you. A quick grip onto your scruff and a sharp word and you were whining, but it didn’t stop or calm down.

Sex and closeness calmed you down or at the very least in the beginning. It was on the second day that Johnny, of all people, came to him.

“Si, she is too horny.”

“Usually isn't an issue for ya, is it?” he asked dryly, though he did note it wasn’t just something he had noticed.

“Nah - but she is constantly tryin’ tae hump me and bite mah fingers at the same time,” Johnny answered, “‘nd she keeps drippin’ like a faucet.”

Simon hummed, before getting up from his desk.

“Olright’, lets catch our little demon,” he opened the drawer, pulling out one of the leashes he had scattered across their rooms in case they were in need of them, “‘nd get ‘er to med bay.”

Oh, you were not happy about med bay. Even with attempts at bribery and promises of any kind of treat you wanted, you were struggling and fully tugging back on the leash with your hands - resulting in Johnny losing his patience and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Flash heat.”

“Wot?” Johnny asked, brows furrowed as Simon let out a little groan. You didn’t seem convinced either but Simon wasn’t sure how he had just fully ignored all the signs. The sudden snappiness, the urge to keep you all together and constantly scent them - the need for sex that was even more intense than last.

“- a couple of days, at most. Most likely from the sudden return, leaving and then returning once more. Her body is trying to show she missed you and still wants your pups.”

“I’m right here.”

“Right. It will be over in a couple of days. It’s probably since your heat hormones are out of balance and still trying to catch up with everything.”

“Why can't we just scoop my uterus out,” you whined, instantly leaning into Simon’s touch as he petted you. Only a few seconds passed and then you were licking his fingers, ignoring the doctor, nipping at them too.

And in that exact moment, Simon made a decision.

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Simon took a slow drag of his cigarette, watching the duo. He had abandoned Johnny with a very horny you, not explaining himself as he told him to bring you to the room.

He needed to at least check if this was a possibility. Not a permanent solution, god no. But if it could work, especially this time, then it could be a help along the way.

Valeria Garza was far from a small woman. She carried herself with a confidence that scared most away, though Simon was also pretty sure that a lot were scared away by her constant shadow. Said shadow had just run a course quite well - a behemoth of a hybrid, even a tad taller than Simon himself.

But the big brute looked at Valeria with stars in his eyes and seemed well trained, eager to prove himself again.

Valeria smiled as he approached her, a sharp grin.

“Ah, yes - it is your puppy that makes my König horny, eh?”

“It is,” he agreed, looking over at König for a moment, taking him in. So this was apparently the König who got you going in the kennel, that you had to be pulled away from. You didn’t go for a small hybrid that was for sure, because he was a Great Dane mix if Simon remembered correctly. You, apparently, also had a thing for masks.

After a few moments of talking, Valeria let out a sharp whistle and the big hybrid came immediately, like a happy puppy, tail wagging until he looked over at Simon, a little uncertainty in his eyes.

“König, this is one of Kitty’s handlers,” Valeria introduced him with a smooth voice, a slight amusement in her voice, “you remember Kitty, don't you, carino?”

The needy sound that left the hybrid, barely muffled by the fabric and the way he stepped back and forth for a second, told Simon everything he needed to know. He felt a grin forming beneath his own mask.