Page 15 of A Mate for Haax

A sweet aroma of honey wafts from her hair, and I realize it must be from the shampoo that she uses. I breathe heavily and close my eyes to remove all other scents surrounding me. I realize in this instance that I’ve not turned out the lights, so, yet again, I softly get out of bed and head towards the light switch by the automatic door. My extra sensitive vision will not be hindered by the darkness left behind when I turn off the light.

I fear the light, if kept on, will disturb Esme. In my research, I learned that most humans sleep with the lights off at night. The interesting thing I also read is that human females prefer to mate in the dark, and I have to wonder why. I wish to see her body, every square inch of it. Will she do this to me?

Instead of going back to bed, I redirect myself towards the bathroom. The resonance of a squeak from the door has me gritting my teeth. As I stand there, everything becomes muffled except for the rhythmic pounding of my heart in my eardrums.

My cocks are still aroused for her. My sexy, curvy little mate.

I look around my small bathroom, taking note of all the little details I’ve added over the years. The rejuvenator sits in the corner across from the fluid repository, what Esme calls the toilet. The floor is covered in shining tiles, and towels are hung on the side wall. The oddest thing is the color. Unlike most of my life, and the rest of the spacecraft, it’s sterile, not brightly colored. My chest puffs out at my own ship. I am proud that I own it and have done many upgrades.

Esme seems to like it as well. Well, no time like the present…

My clothes fall on the floor as I remove them one by one, placing them in the clothing regenerator. It is similar to what humans would call a washing machine on Earth.

Such strange creatures; humans. Even though they have a similar appearance to a Grekarian, they are, indeed, very different in many ways. It will take time to adjust. Esme is not like the females of Grekaria. She is sweet and shy. Grekarian females tend to bully their mates, whether it be for protecting the family or needing a male’s seed.

I step into the cleanser, and the door slides up so that the steam and water do not escape me. Instead of using typical soap and water, the cleanser is much like our ponds on Grekaria. The water cleanses one using the magical purposes of the elixir.

My head rests against the side of the cleanser, and I sigh, enjoying the feel of the warm water against my skin while the tiny bits of elixir coat my scales, giving them a layer of protection from the atmosphere. Just as my cocks are finally relaxing, I hear it in my mind; a moan. Confusion strikes because when I left my mate, she was sleeping peacefully.

But the notion comes again, and my cocks jump back to attention, reading the desire of my mate. I hurry my shower along so I can return to her. The door to the cleanser shifts downward, and I don’t wait for it to open fully before hopping out and quickly drying off. There is some water still lingering under my scales, but I will worry about that when I do not have a horny mate.

Opening the door to our room, a smile breaches my face. I am ready. It is finally time for us to mate. I walk softly across the room, the excitement mounting as my mating heat rears its ugly head again. I slip beneath the covers this time. I do not normally use the things humans call sheets. Grekarians are able to maintain their body temperature all on their own. It is a unique feature from our DNA that changes with the generations.

As I take in the scene before me, ready to satisfy my mate, I realize that Esme is still asleep. She is moving around restlessly, her legs twitching along with her eyebrows as she has a dream. I watch her for a few minutes as desire floods my mind. Gritting my teeth, it takes all I have to fight the urge to take my cocks in hand and work them until I find relief. I yearn to slip into her mind and watch the obviously erotic dream she’s enjoying without me, but I resist, not wanting to encroach on her private thoughts.

I roll onto my side and pull her back to me, my thick cocks jerk against her back. She moans again, and I swear I may just die a very slow death tonight. There is no hope of sleeping, so I just lay and listen to her soft snores. My arm is wrapped tightly around her midsection, and the underside of her breasts rest against it. It is complete and utter torture, but a sweet torture I will never turn away.

My eyes drift closed, and I breathe in her scent, placing my nose in her hair. My mind is clear from everything other than the fact that I’ve found my mate.

Something I never thought would happen in this lifetime. She is perfect. Now we just need to get back to the compound so I can determine the amount of threat the Necorium is to us. If they are bombing Earth, there is an issue. Before, they were always sitting on the outside looking in, sometimes trying to sneak in and steal the females, but they’ve gotten bolder recently.

The compound was attacked only months earlier, and the former commander's mate was almost taken. His fierce protectiveness swept in, and he was able to save her, killing most of the Necorium in the process. He did, however, leave one alive for questioning.

This alien was tortured to within an inch of his life, yet still did not give up anything about their kind. As a matter of fact, I believe this alien is still at the compound, and I have to wonder if the Necorium are really trying to bomb us or if they are just trying to get their fearless leader back. We did not realize initially that it was a higher member of their army that we captured.

Traxx was exuberant about his take. After the capture, he spent two days locked in the room with his mate, making sure they were completely one. I cannot wait for that moment with my own mate. Only a little while longer. Once I get home and assess the damage and determine what to do next, I will also lock ourselves in a room for multiple days.

Chapter 9

Esme

A horribly loud alarm wakes me from my peaceful slumber. I’m now wide awake searching for Haax, but he’s not in the room. Scrambling to find clothes, I then throw them on and head out to the control center.

Haax stands there stone still, his shoulders rigid, as if he’s preparing for a battle to the death. He doesn’t hear me as I approach, and it's probably because he’s so focused on what’s in front of him. When I reach his side, I look up to see his lips in a firm line as he runs his hands through his hair. His eyes have a certain wildness to them. Stress. I’ve seen this look many times before.

“W-wh-what’s going on?” I stutter; something I haven’t done since I was in elementary school.

He turns towards me; a grim look painted across his face. A sigh slips past his lips as though he feels defeated. “It appears we have been hit. One of my engines has failed, and the other does not have enough power to run the whole ship.”

My eyes track his face as my heart thuds in my throat. “Holy shitballs! What do we do? Do we need to land, or can we make it back to the compound?”

“We are close to Earth. Near the compound but will not make it there. I need to try and land us safely. I need you to sit down and buckle in. It’s about to get rough.” He rushes over to help once he realizes my hands are shaking too badly to buckle my own seat belt, and then returns to his own seat and follows suit.

Taking hold of the controls, he tries to level out the quickly falling airship, but it’s no use. The ground creeps closer to us with each passing minute. Adrenaline pumps through me, and I’m fighting the bile crawling up the back of my throat as my skin grows clammy.

My stomach gives a sickening lurch. Please, dear God, tell me I’m not going to die today. I’m too young to die. There’s so much I haven't done yet.

I will be missing out on so many things. A future with Haax. The knowledge of what it’s like to finally be intimate with my mate. Raising kids together until we grow old. My life is essentially flashing before my own eyes with the descent.

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