Page 53 of Warrior's Purpose

9 Bonded

Ashtoret de Origa

“Fuck me, Ash,” Abby moaned. “Take it out. I changed my mind.”

“I’m sorry it hurts so bad, Peanut.” Ashtoret grimaced.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” she panted, holding her head.

He wasn’t sure why the language implant hurt so bad when assimilated as an adult. Jorg their medic explained it, but he still couldn’t fathom why they couldn’t solve the issue.

Every one of his senses was heightened and focused on Abby since he gave her the conjugo mark. It wasn’t just that he hated seeing his bonded in pain, he could feel it. It radiated from her with every tremor. The acrid scent of it burned his nose.

I should’ve waited. It would be good having Abby understand him without his handheld doing the translating, but this was not the glorious aftermath to their reunion he desired.

“It’ll pass soon.” He gently rocked Abby while rubbing her back, helpless to do anything else.

Abby’s head popped up, her eyes impossibly wide.

“What is wrong?” Fear suddenly filled him.

She traced his lips then squeezed his cheeks. He sighed in relief when a smile cracked her mouth. Abby’s expression was still pained, but there was also awe in her eyes.

“Say something else,” she insisted.

“What would you like me to say, my beautiful bonded?” He smiled at the happy wonder replacing the pain in Abby’s eyes. He wanted the first words she heard from his lips to be memorable. “I could tell you how unbelievably sexy you are. That the hot way you writhe impaled on my shaft is unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined.”

Abby straddled his lap, her eyes drifting to a seductive half-lidded stare as she leaned in close to his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s just as sexy as those delicious growls.” She brushed her lips against his and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Or I could tell you how unbelievably lucky I am to have found you. I never imagined bonding with someone who is not only gorgeous, but funny, resilient, and brave. I am humbled and overjoyed you’ve agreed to be mine and will come home with me.”

“Oh, Ash. I’ve fallen pretty hard for you, too.” The catch in Abby’s voice spoke volumes.

Ashtoret gripped Abby tight as their lips met. Their kiss was passionate and sweet, conveying the emotions they couldn’t begin to express in words.

“I’m going to mount you if we continue this,” he groaned, loving the way Abby felt in his arms.

“You are a sweet talker,” she laughed.

“Are you hungry?”

“I think I could eat.” Abby nodded.

He picked Abby up and carried her out of the room. They reached the mess hall to find a few Cadi, Hope and Aculus still relaxing after the evening meal. Abby’s sister was busy scrolling through human music being transmitted by the Earth satellites. The cacophony blared through the sound system.

“Is this going to be okay?” he asked, worried it would aggravate Abby’s lingering headache.

“Yeah, the headache’s mostly gone. Hey, stop here, I like this one,” Abby declared to Hope as he set her down.

“The Rolling Stones are pretty classic.” Hope nodded. “I think this is a German station.”

Abby did a little twirl as she shimmied toward her sister. He admired the way his bonded moved to the music. Her hips swayed seductively, hypnotizing him. She lacked a tail, but that didn’t make her ass any less sexy. The way it bounced in those tight blue pants made him salivate with the desire to bite it. Hope laughed and did her own dance, meeting Abby in the center of the room. He wasn’t the only one who was smitten, the females had the attention of every male there.

“Hey. I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” Abby gave Hope a big hug.

“Christ, Abby, you’ve got just fucked hair.” Hope thought she spoke quietly enough only Abby could hear, but she forgot the rest of them had better hearing than a human.

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