Page 53 of Quick on the Claw

“Congratulations, both of you,” Bella said warmly, embracing Tiffany. “Welcome to the ‘Human Queens of Nova Aurora’ club. It’s a pretty exclusive group.”

Tiffany laughed, returning the hug. “I’ll do my best to uphold our reputation.”

Alyx shook Zak’s hand firmly. “You’ve chosen well, my friend. May your reign be long and prosperous.”

“Thank you,” Zak replied, his arm wrapping protectively around Tiffany’s waist. “We hope to follow in your footsteps.”

A familiar voice cut through the chatter. “Well, well, well,” Gerri drawled, sauntering up to the group. “Looks like my work here is done.”

Tiffany turned to the matchmaker, gratitude welling inside her. “Gerri, I can’t thank you enough for everything. If you hadn’t suggested this crazy adventure...”

Gerri waved her off with a wink. “Just doing my job, dear. And I must say, I’ve outdone myself this time. Two matches in one go? I deserve a raise.”

Everyone laughed, the joy of the moment infectious.

“But as much as I’d love to stay and bask in my success,” Gerri continued, “I’ve got to head back to Earth. Plenty more lonely hearts waiting for their perfect match”

Tiffany felt a pang of sadness at the thought of Gerri leaving. “You’ll come back and visit, right?”

“Try and stop me,” Gerri grinned. “Someone’s got to make sure you’re not messing up my hard work. Plus, I expect to be godmother to at least one of these alien babies you’re all planning.”

As the reception continued around them, Tiffany leaned into Zak’s embrace, contentment washing over her. She gazed up at her husband, still marveling at the love she saw reflected in his golden eyes.

Zak lowered his head to whisper into her ear. “How about we get out of here?”

She smiled and raised her brows. “We can’t go far…”

“I’ve got just the place.”

She followed him down a hallway and into what looked like a meeting room.

The door closed behind her and he immediately pressed her up against it and kissed her. The kiss was deep and sweet. A brand new claiming between a man and his wife.

“You’re so …” he hesitated, almost stuttering, his beautiful eyes running up and down her face. “So stunning.”

“You’ve got me, baby,” she whispered, running her lips along his jawline. “You can have me here. You can have me anywhere. I’m yours.”

She felt Zak’s hands relax, then run along the curve of her ass. She moaned as he pushed her pelvis into his and realized that she was getting incredibly wet. The feeling rushed through her like a spell, melting her body into his.

He leaned his head back as he welcomed her mouth along his neckline, kissing his chest and then all the way down his torso. She moved to the desk and pulled him in to her body.

“Take me, My King. I’m all yours.”

She maintained eye contact as she undid his pants, watching his arousal rising along with his cock. He kissed her hard and fast, leaving her breathless, wet, and panting.

“I plan to.”

He turned her to face the desk, her palms splayed on its surface. Zak gently lifted her skirts, allowing the cool air to kiss her thighs. She wore a barely-there piece of undergarment that was supposed to tantalize him.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

A smile spread over her lips. “Do you like what you see, Your Highness?”

The feel of his fingers caressing her ass made her moan. “Like it? I love every inch of you.”

Tiffany was breathless and feeling savagely aroused. She glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze. He leaned in and kissed her lightly. Her undergarment came off with a soft tear.

“I need to feel you,” Zak growled as her lower body was bared to his sight. He curled his arms around her and cupped her breasts. She moaned, her skin tender and her nipples swollen.

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