Page 18 of A Mate for Haax

His nostrils flair, and the amethyst irises of his eyes flash brighter for a minute.

“Mate…” He growls at me. “I can sense your desire and smell your arousal for me.”

This frosted door is not normal. It seals oddly in the middle instead of like a normal sliding door. Unlike a typical shower with soap and water, it appears to be some type of mist and foam. I lick my lips as I watch misted water droplets caress his skin, and, dear Lord, I wish I was in there with him.

Moments later, the shower stops, and he opens the door, holding out a hand. “Join me, mate.” My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I have not yet been completely naked with him, and all the lights are on. He will see every bump and roll that encases my chunky body. I should not think this way, but I can’t seem to help it. I’ve always been a bigger girl, and while most days I’ve accepted it, some days it’s hard.

Chapter 10

Esme

A moment passes, and his jaw grows tight, pulling his lips into a firm line. Large hands encase my face as he holds me “Do not feel this way, my mate. Every inch and curve was made to perfection just for me. You are mine, forever, and I never plan to let you go. I shall worship you until the Goddess takes my soul from me. Maybe not even then.”

Tears build up in my eyes. No one has ever said something so sweet to me before. I nod with tears leaving tracks down my cheeks. I’ve been called thunder thighs and many other names in my lifetime that were hurtful, so I always expect that treatment when it’s all I’ve ever known.

I sniff, trying to keep my nose from running. “Will you… will you at least turn around, for now, while I strip?”

His lips tip into a grin, and he does as asked. He turns to the back of the shower, and I get to once again enjoy the sight of his firm butt. God, I can’t wait to touch it. He’s an alien Adonis.

Cold air kisses my skin as I grip the hem of my shirt and start to pull it over my head, followed shortly by my pants, leaving me standing there in just a lacey black bra and panties; full thighs on display, along with my voluptuous breasts. I shoot a glance to the left, and I see a mirror showing off my not so flat stomach and thighs that touch in the middle. What will he think? God, I enjoy way too many snacks during the day.

Losing weight has always been incredibly hard for me. I’ve been battling it all my life. I’d lose weight only to gain more back. I’d always wonder what people thought about the fat girl when I went around in public. I’ve heard the snickers. All my fears and insecurities flair to the foreground.

If he is my mate, he will love me regardless, right? I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves running through my blood.

With one deep breath, I gather all the courage I can and strip the rest off. My eyes turn back to Haax, and he’s still facing the wall like a gentleman. So, I sidle up and step through the bathroom door, running my fingers along his muscular back, which twitches from the simple touch.

Turning away from Haax, I attempt to start closing the shower door, but it’s in vain. “Haax… I can’t get…” my breath is stunted as I try to close the door.

The atmosphere changes as he shifts around. My eyes find him as a gorgeous smirk creases his lips. “I will get it, my mate.” His eyes trace over each unsavory dip of my body, and I lift my hands to try and cover myself. Chills scatter up my spine. “Do not cover yourself. I want to see the beauty of your body. Because you are beautiful…” I open my mouth to comment, but he continues, cutting me off. “If you continue to feel like you are not enough or too big, then I will take it as a personal insult. I do not find you either of those things. I will love every delicious inch of you.”

He reaches around me, encasing me in his arms as he closes the door behind me. My skin heats in reaction to his touch against me, and wetness pools between my thighs. Every single time we have gotten intimate, something has interrupted us, and, I swear, I have the lady version of blue balls.

The door clicks closed, and I spin in his arms to look up at him. He’s tall, probably a whole head and a half taller than I am. The top of my head just barely reaches the top of his neck. Every inch of him is muscular. I allow my eyes to trail down his body and land on those incredible cocks hanging between his legs. Both were flaccid but appear to be having some moment.

Using his forefinger and thumb, he tilts my chin up so he can look me directly in the eye before he says his next words. “You are stunning, Esme.”

I’m completely honest when I say, “I do not feel that way.”

He rubs his thumb against my cheek. “Then whenever you feel this way, you need to tell me, and I can make every assurance that you feel nothing less than love and have everything you have ever and will ever deserve.”

My heart jerks against its tethers, beating for him. He moves his hand away from my face before sliding it down my body; over my collarbone and to my breasts. There, he pulls my hands away so he can look his fill at me. His eyes darken with desire, and his cocks come to life between us, twitching, well, almost thudding, against my bare stomach.

He turns the shower back on, and mist hits us. It’s weird but not unpleasant. Too bad my thoughts are not on getting clean. In fact, I’m thinking the very opposite.

I can feel the ribbing of his cocks, and my core tingles as I wonder what they will feel like inside me. Without a second thought, I reach between us and feel the top one. Silky hardness greets my hand, and Haax lets out a moan. “Don’t stop.” He begs as I start to stroke him. My fingers don’t touch as I wrap them around his girth. It’s official, I’m pretty sure that weapon will not fit inside me.

As I’m rubbing him, his hands snake down my body; from my breasts to my mound. His fingers find my wet slit, and he groans his approval. “You are a tease, my sexy little mate.” His fingers leave a trail of fire burning down my body as he caresses me.

“Haax.” I beg, his name slipping from my lips breathlessly. I love the way he touches me. It feels so right, so good. I want him to know how much I enjoy it with the way my hands caress his body or with a simple touch to his cheek. My hands roam over him, enjoying how firm he is everywhere. His muscles ripple as he strokes my slit over and over again. My eyes roll back into my head in ecstasy as he works me into a needy mess.

A heavy thudding hits my hand, and I realize that his cock has started to vibrate, and, holy shit, I am going to enjoy this. His eyes are soft as the scent of rain as he looks down at me, trying to assess which motion of his fingers makes me beg for more the most.

I say his name in a whisper, barely audible. “Please, Haax. I want you. Do not make me wait any longer.”

“We do not have time to do all the things I wish to do to you right now. No, when I take you for the first time, Esme, we will be alone, and I will have all of you to myself. No worries about being interrupted by anyone or anything.”

My lips tilt down into a frown. I’m horny as all get out, and he’s denying me the dick, well, dicks. Disappointment poisons my blood, and that high I was feeling earlier has dissipated. “Do not give me that sad look. I didn’t say I was skipping breakfast,” he wiggles his eyebrows, and with the agility of a tiger, he dips down to the floor of the shower and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, so I’m completely open for him before plunging that thick, also ribbed, tongue into my cunt. He pushes in and out for a few minutes and returns to tease the hell out of my clit.

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