Page 34 of Possessive Alien Mate

Her vision blurred as her climax rushed over her, causing her insides to clench and pulse around Rem’s enormous length. She cried out and raked her nails down his back, arching her center outward to accept him as deeply as she possibly could while she rode the waves of blinding ecstasy.

“Say it,” he said, staring her down with a feral look. “Tell me who you belong to, Tyra. Say it!”

“I belong to you!” She gasped for air and jerked as the remnants of her orgasm started to fade, though he was still buried deep within her, as he hadn’t found his release just yet. “Now you say it,” she countered. “I want to hearyousay it, Rem.”

He leaned down, until his face was but an inch from hers. His visage was so serious that for a moment she feared he might chastise her for going too far, but then his eyes lit with a playful smile, even as his fingers dug into her hips and his cock pulsed huge and hard within her aching depths.

“I. Belong. To. You,” he finally said.

He erupted within her, pounding her hard as he filled her with his seed, the warm liquid coating her insides. Dizziness assailed her and she remained almost entirely still beneath him as he finished. He pressed his lips to her forehead, kissing her with a gentleness that belied his recent savagery.

“I belong to you, my sweet mate.”

Epilogue

Fifteen days later…

Tyra lookedup from her book as Rem entered the sitting room. He had the day off work and she was looking forward to having him home all to herself. His green skin was gleaming from a recent shower and she thought he looked especially handsome today. She closed her book and grinned up at him.

“Is that one of the books you bought the other day while out shopping with Princess Esmay?”

She nodded. “Yes, and I’m almost finished,” she said, holding up the thick fantasy novel and waving it around briefly. “I can’t seem to put it down.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He walked closer and gave her a warm smile. “Oh, I meant to tell you, I have some good news,” he said, tapping at his wrist comm. “I received a communication from Zone 15 this morning. The new governor wanted to extend his thanks to you for the list of criminals you provided. He says the entire zone, particularly the area of Bismarck, will be a much safer place for humans now.”

She straightened as excitement raced through her. She had given Rem the list a couple of days ago, hoping it would be helpful, considering that King Vaath wanted to improve circumstances on Earth, as well as human-Marttiaxoxalian relations.

“I’m so glad to hear it,” she said. “Thank you for passing my message along to the new governor, Rem. I truly appreciate it.”

He nodded and gazed out the window as a flock of birds landed in the yard outside their home, a hundred bright yellow splotches in the green grass.

“Just so you know, I am also excited to have you all to myself today.” She waggled her eyebrows at him, but a second later the doorbell rang. She groaned. Who was interrupting them now? They had specifically told his parents, as well as Jav, that they were busy today.

“He is earlier than I expected,” Rem said, appearing uncertain. He sank down onto the sofa next to her. “I just got off the video comm with the doctor, I did not expect him to arrive so soon.”

“Doctor?” she asked. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“No,” he said. “The doctor is here to treat you.”

“I’m feeling perfectly fine,” she said. “I don’t need to see a doctor.”

“Let me ask you something. Do you have any idea how old I am, Tyra?”

She stared at him, wondering if this was a trick question. She’d heard Marttiaxoxalians had a longer lifespan than humans, but she had never really given it much thought. She was simply happy to be with him, for as long as the fates allowed.

“Umm… forty-five?” she ventured, recalling that he’d fought in the war against Earth, which had occurred about twenty years ago, when she’d been but an infant.

“Not even close,” he said with a grin. “I am ninety-seven.”

She felt her eyes go wide, and the book she’d been holding slid from her hands and dropped to the floor. “Did you sayninety-seven?” Disbelief swirled through her. How could he be so old and look so young and healthy? She was a bit miffed that she couldn’t spot a single wrinkle upon his handsome face. And his parents were still alive too, which meant the Marttiaxoxalian lifespan was clearly a great deal longer than she would have ever suspected.

The doorbell rang again, but he made no move to admit the doctor just yet.

“Wait a second. What is the average lifespan for your people?”

“Marttiaxoxalians usually live to the age of four hundred.”

She gaped at him, stunned into silence by his admission.

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