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But he’d shown mercy to a male who’d wronged him. And then he’d returned to her and helped mend her broken heart, speaking his truths and listening to hers with an open mind.

“Sleep, sweet Tyra,” he murmured into her ear. “Sleep while I hold you.”

She closed her eyes and drifted off, a deep sense of contentment sweeping over her, for she was securely ensconced in her mate’s loving embrace.

Chapter 27

“I love you and I vow to trust you from now on,” Rem whispered in Tyra’s ear. She was fast asleep, but it seemed his constant whisperings weren’t disturbing her. Her breathing continued, steady and deep, and a sense of peace spread through him while he watched her sleeping.

Thank the Gods she had forgiven him. Thank the Gods they were getting a second chance. He promised himself he would not ruin it.

When he thought of Bethamma now, he didn’t feel the flash of hurt he normally experienced. Instead, he felt a calm acceptance take root, a wisdom that told him there was nothing he could’ve done to change the female’s mind or to save her life. He hadn’t known what the Xieandans were planning until it was too late.

He pressed a kiss to Tyra’s head and inhaled the fragrant scent of her hair. His cock began to stir when she shifted in his lap, but he ceased whispering to her in hopes that she would remain sleeping. After recent events, she needed her sleep.

He considered his promise not to have her uncle killed. He still raged at the knowledge that the man had been planning to sell her innocence. Gods, he wished he could travel to Earth and make her uncle suffer. But Rem would keep his promise. And he wouldn’t leave Tyra’s side.

The sun rose higher in the sky and it wasn’t until late afternoon when his sweet mate stirred again on his lap. He kissed her cheek and then watched, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, she blinked up at him with a soft smile gracing her lips.

“Good morning, Rem,” she said through a yawn.

He chuckled. “It is late afternoon.”

She sighed and wiggled around in his lap, freezing when she rubbed over his hardness, the evidence of his building desire for her. “Well, good afternoon, then.” In the next moment, she shifted around again, deliberately rubbing her bottom over his hardening cock. Her gaze turned heated and she parted her lips on a quick inhale.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Like a log,” she replied, then grinned when he stared at her in confusion, as he didn’t quite comprehend her meaning. “But I’m awake now, and it seems you are too.” She wiggled around yet again, and he repressed a growl as his length thickened and his balls drew up tight, desire heating his blood as the scent of her sudden arousal hit him. He marveled that she could be growing so wet between her thighs so soon after waking, though he wasn’t about to question it or complain.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to get something to eat?” he asked after her stomach suddenly growled, her well-being at the forefront of his mind, even though he would love nothing more than to claim her right now, to push her down upon the bed and worship every little part of her body before he sank himself inside her tight, welcoming depths.

“You can feed me later,” she said, a glint of mischief entering her eyes. “Please, Rem, I-I need you right now. I can’t explain it, but I must feel you in me, I need to feel that we are still a mated pair.”

“We will always be a mated pair,” he reminded her. “Marttiaxoxalians mate for life, in case you have forgotten, and you, my sweet Tyra, belong to me. For as long as I live, you will be my most precious possession. The love of my life. The mate of my heart.”

Her visage brightened. “Who would have thought that my big, bossy, grouchy mate was capable of uttering such poetic phrases?”

For a brief instant, he wondered if she could understand the Marttiaxoxalian tongue, for he had uttered many flowery and heartfelt phrases to her while she was drifting off to sleep, as well as when she’d been deep in her slumber. But her next words revealed she hadn’t.

“The mate of my heartis quite possibly the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She reached for him and ran her hands down his horns, then lifted her face to his and parted her lips. “I am yours, Rem, and you are mine. Remember, we belong to one another. Now kiss me, kiss me before I explode.”

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Tyra’s centerthrobbed and whenever she squirmed upon Rem’s lap, she felt the heat of her growing need rubbing between her thighs. She was wet for him and that empty space inside of her ached to be filled up. She longed for him to press her down and make her feel as though she truly belonged to him, as though his heart only beat for her.

He deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers as he growled into her mouth, causing her insides to vibrate and her pussy to clench. He proceeded to strip off her clothing, then rose from the bed just long enough to divest himself of his own attire.

A second later, he pressed his naked body to hers and resumed kissing her. He entered her in the next moment, shoving his cock deep inside her, and she parted her thighs wider, inviting him to shove even deeper. This was exactly what she’d wanted. She didn’t need any lengthy foreplay this time, she simply wanted to feel him deep inside her, pounding away as he claimed her.

She moaned and then whimpered as he withdrew slightly from her center, only to plunge straight back inside, harder than before. He gripped her hips and set a rapid pace of driving into her, and she lifted her center as she eagerly met his thrusts.

“So wet,” he murmured against her lips. “It makes me wonder what you were dreaming about.”

She grinned. “Only about you.”

He growled, a noise of resounding pleasure, and proceeded to plunge into her faster, in and out, claiming her, loving her, taking her as his. All the hurts that had driven them apart during the previous day faded under the intensity of their mutual desire.

They were joining together, their hearts connecting as one.

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