Page 43 of Saving Lauren

We move towards the dining table, she ushers us both to sit. Kepti talks a mile a minute while she cooks. Explaining what she is doing, I hang on her every word.

After a lot of eating, cooking, and talking we say goodbye with promises to return in the morning. D’Var has his arm around me as I hold on to his harness.

“I loved spending time with your mother, she is amazing!”

D’Var smiles. “She is. I am very blessed that she is still around, many of us lost their entire family when Arracate was destroyed.”

I shiver at the thought of how much loss the people here have experienced. “How are things now, with the Sternotheri? Obviously, you hate them, but are they all the same? Are they all evil? I mean, you can’t just kill any Sternotheri you encounter, can you?”

D’Var is silent for a while, and I feel how conflicted he is through our bond. I want to comfort him, tell him that he doesn’t have to answer me, when he starts speaking.

“It is complicated. Very complicated. I have not yet encountered a Sternotheri that did not try to kill me on sight. So, I have always killed every Sternotheri I encountered. I do not know about their females, or their children. Maybe it is different if I ever encounter one of them. Their High Commander hates us so much, I do not think he will ever stop hunting us, and he will only be happy once every Warrior of Arracate is dead.

I am silent after that declaration. I just don’t know what to say. It’s a sad, sad story and the answer he is giving me is not an easy answer. I touch his mind with mine to reassure him.

“It’s a sad story, D’Var. I just don’t know what to say.” He tugs me against him for a moment.

“It is indeed a sad story. My people do not have their happy ending yet. But I do believe I have found mine.”

This man and his undeniable talent to leave me speechless. I just smile holding onto him as we walk back towards the ship in silence. When we enter the docking station, D’Var goes to the airlock to enter the access code.

“Are T’Rak and O’Rec at the ship as well?” I ask.

“Yes,” D’Var answers. “We always sleep on the ship. Warriors who go out do not have living chambers at the Ring. My mother has an extra bedroom, but I prefer the familiarity of the ship and my crew.”

I nod. I understand. The Ring is amazing, but I am glad to be back on the ship. Despite me being kidnapped from it, it still feels like the safest place I can ever be.

We enter the ship and walk towards the Command Center. T’Rak is in his chair, as always, and O’Rec is not there.

“Did O’Rec not return yet?” I ask and T’Rak shakes his head. I look at D’Var but he just shrugs before he gives me a wicked smile.

“Goodnight T’Rak!” he says in a loud voice grabbing me and lifting me in his arms as he stalks towards the hallway.

“I am going to spend some time with my mate and her lovely cunt.”

I blush fiercely and hope T’Rak hasn’t secretly heard any of that.

“You can’t say those things to me in public, D’Var!” But he just laughs.

“Nobody can hear those thoughts but you, little one.” He stops walking for a moment and gives me a hungry kiss. I shiver when he smirks and starts walking again.

“I am going to worship your body, my Zarra. I will lick every piece of it until you cum and cum and cum all over again. I am going to mate you in front of the stars, while looking at our spark. I will take you so deep you will never wish for me to leave your body.”

I squirm, absolutely certain I just ruined these pants with the wetness flowing from me. I can totally see myself dying of pleasure in the near future. What a way to go.

The minute we enter our room, he sets me down pushing me back against the door. One of his arms is leaning on the door above my head as he bends down to kiss me with a hunger that melts my core. I clench my legs together and I moan. Touching his big body, caressing the sensitive skin of his abdomen, tracing the lines of his harness. He rips his mouth from mine and starts undressing. The harness is thrown in a corner and within seconds his trousers hit the ground.

I grab the hem of my shirt to undress but D’Var growls as he stalks towards me like a hunter stalking its prey, tail flicking behind him.

“I will take care of that, my mate.” He crowds me, his fingers disappear under the hem. Slowly, oh so slowly he is pulling up my shirt. His fingertips grazing all the skin that appears when he lifts my shirt up towards my breasts. I am not wearing a bra and the minute his gaze hits my already hard nipples they ache for his touch.

“Touch me,” I beg. My voice hoarse as I arch my upper body to get closer to his touch.

D’Var gives one hard yank on my shirt and it’s flying. His hands span my waist as he is moving them up, painfully slow.

“Are you torturing me, D’Var.” I breathe. Feeling close to shamelessly begging already.

“This is all for your pleasure, L’Ren. You are wound so tight you will have no choice, but to give me your cum. Over and over again.”

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