Page 16 of Ravenous Alien Mate

In between the frequent, rough mating sessions, she’d seen the sun set twice and the moons drift high in the sky. If she was keeping track correctly, that meant Jav still had eight days left before he must return to work.

Her stomach growled and she looked up as he entered the bedroom, carrying a tray piled high with food. They’d spent the last two days having sex over and over again, only pausing when they needed to eat or drink. She remembered one time in particular when she’d ran off to the bathroom, claiming she needed to take care of some business. She’d decided to take a quick shower while in the bathroom, only for Jav to hurl the door open and join her.

He’d bent her over as the water cascaded down upon them and shoved his hard cock straight inside her, plunging deep and claiming her until he erupted in her depths, filling her with his seed for the umpteenth time.

If she didn’t end up pregnant soon, she would be shocked.

“Here,” Jav said, his eyes growing dark. “Eat quickly, my mate.” Ever since the first time he’d claimed her, his voice always came out deep and strained. It sounded as though he were in pain, though he had assured her he felt fine. “I am simply ravenous for you,” he had explained. “Eager to sink myself back into your tight depths. Eager to claim you over and over.”

Leah tucked into the meal, completely starving after hours of nonstop sex. The food was delicious, as always, even the dishes she didn’t recognize. Jav had a knack for replicating foods she enjoyed.

He sat next to her in bed, also helping himself to the meal. His hands shook as he reached for a piece of bread. Ever since he’d first claimed her, he had been shaking a lot. Sweating a lot, too. His forehead glistened under a sheen of perspiration. Whenever she inquired if he was all right, he would give her a long, heated look, then proceed to start claiming her all over again.

He had spoken to her very little and when he did say something longer than a quick command or a short sentence, he spoke to her in his native tongue.

She wondered how long his mating frenzy would last, but she doubted he had the answers. When he’d told her he was genetically enhanced, he hadn’t been entirely certain what would happen, as he’d mentioned his knowledge of the Vash’arr mating lust came from rumors.

He ate several pieces of fruit and then shot to his feet, an urgency about him. He rushed into the bathroom and started opening and closing cabinets. She gulped down some water and watched him through the doorway, curious about what he was doing. Just as she was about to call out to him, he emerged from the bathroom holding a large jar.

He immediately picked up the food tray, set it on the bedside table, and gave her a pointed look tinged with impatience. “Spread your legs,” he said. “Now.”

After a deep breath, she did as he asked, leaning back on the pillows as she spread her legs. She was surprised when he opened the jar and scooped out a generous amount of clear salve. He spread the ointment upon her tender folds, then set the jar aside and looked her up and down.

“Does that make your soreness feel better, sweet Leah?”

Her heart lurched. It was the first time he’d called hersweet Leahin a while. Perhaps he was starting to come down from the mating frenzy, his rational thoughts returning.

“Yes, actually, wow, it feels so much better.” She looked at him. “How-how did you know I was sore?” She hadn’t complained at all, and really, the soreness hadn’t been that bad, all things considered.

“I’ve mated with you over a hundred times during the last three days,” he said. “It is only logical that you would be sore, though I am certain the nanobots you recently received have helped abate the worst of your pain.”

“Three days? I-I thought only two days had passed.” She shook her head briefly, trying to center herself. She couldn’t believe she’d missed a full day. He really had been keeping her busy.

“Yes, it has been three days since I made you mine, sweet Leah.” He crawled to her and pressed his body to hers, a feral gleam in his dark eyes. “And I’m about to continue making you mine. Bend over the bed. Now.”

With his assistance, she somehow managed to make her legs work. She bent over the bed and he urged her thighs wide apart. He’d taken her from behind like this frequently, but she still experienced a delicious quaking shiver throughout her entire body, as if this was the very first time they would share this experience.

Hell, every time he mated with her, there was that sharp undercurrent of tension to their lovemaking, that same spark of newness and longing she’d experienced during their first mating session. Would the sense of newness ever cease?

Would he always leave her breathless with excitement, as if he was touching her for the very first time?

He gripped one of her hips, then dragged his hard cock through her wet folds. She was already aching for him, whimpering and on the verge of begging him to shove inside her. When he teased her, even for a few moments, she sometimes became so frustrated that she almost yelled at him to just thrust into her already.

He started speaking in Marttiaxoxalian and the foreign words washed over her. Sometimes, when he spoke to her in his own language, she liked to pretend he was confessing his love. She wanted to matter to someone. Did she matter to him? Did he truly hold her in affection?

He’d uttered a few flowery, heartfelt phrases to her in Galactic Common during her first day as his mate, but did he truly care about her? Was he starting to love her?

It was the weirdest fucking thing and maybe she was still on the verge of losing touch with reality, but she still felt as though her heart were opening to him, more and more with each hour they spent in one another’s company. She could easily imagine herself falling wildly in love with him.

Jav finally pushed inside her, slamming into her with a force that took her breath away.

He groaned and growled and set a fast pace of claiming her. His balls slapped heavily upon her with each thrust, crashing against her pulsing clit.

She cried out her release as he pumped his seed into her, but he didn’t allow her to get up after he finished. Instead, he ordered her to remain bent over the bed with his semen slipping out of her pussy to coat her inner thighs.

“I like it when you’re covered in my seed,” he said in a hoarse tone as he stepped back, as if to admire his handiwork. Then he pressed himself into her again, already hard and ready to claim her once more. It seemed he barely needed more than a few seconds in between mating sessions. It was no wonder he’d claimed her over a hundred times in the last three days.

“Jav, please,” she begged. He was teasing her with a series of shallow thrusts that didn’t allow his balls to slap against her clit with much force.

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