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I nod, deciding that the time for waiting is over, and I grab his cock in one hand and lick at the precum coming forming on the top. His grip on my hair tightens, and I suck his cock between my lips, making him moan a low growl.

“Marra…” he rasps, lost in his pleasure as I take him deeper. I can’t take all of him, so when it feels like his tip is hitting the back of my throat, I pull up. His soft groans and the way he grabs my hair spurring me on. Before long, I’m bobbing up and down, doing my best to make him lose all control. His ridges ripple under my lips and across my tongue. It’s a strange feeling, but when I remember how good it feels to have those ridges against my inner walls, I moan around his cock.

“FUCK!” he shouts, pulling me off him. I blink in confusion. Did I do something wrong?

He hoists me up for a kiss, then puts his forehead against mine. “That was way too good, my mate, you almost had me cumming. But the only place I want to cum is inside that sweet cunt of yours.”

I whimper. His words sound crude but only increase my aching need for him and I pant. “Need you, O’Rec. Need your cock, now!”

He stands, lifting me like I’m weightless, then pushes me back on the chair, facing the back. With a growl, he pulls down my trousers, throwing them to the ground after I shimmy out of them. I hold on to the arms of the chair as he leans in and crowds me from behind.

“I am going to take you like this, my mate. Worshipping you, like you should be worshiped. I will show you how a Warrior treats his Zarra.”

With those words, he lifts my hip and thrusts into me in one smooth motion.

I tried, the stars know, I have really tried, but I scream when he fills me up like that. O’Rec quickly clamps his hand over my mouth, leaning in to bite my neck.

“You are supposed to be quiet like the good little mate you are, Marra,” enforcing his words with a sharp thrust. I open my mouth on a gasp, and he slips his fingers in. He thrusts again, and I bite down, doing everything I can to keep quiet. O’Rec groans in my ear, and then he picks up the pace. He is thrusting into me with hard, punishing thrusts. He is everywhere. I feel dominated and worshiped at the same time, and when his tail snakes around my hip to flick my clit I lose all coherent thoughts as I cum, and cum, and cum.

When my body stops shaking, I notice O’Rec has convulsed on top of me. We are both panting, trying to catch our breath. He kisses my neck and nips my shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I wiggle my ass in response. “More than okay.” He slides out of me and scoops up my trousers.

“I am sorry to say your trousers will be ruined, but the laundry bots will take care of it.”

I giggle as I hop off the chair. “It’s okay; I’ll shower and put on some clean clothes. I should bring you new trousers as well?”

He grins. “I will join you and change them myself real quick.”

He gives me a slow, smoldering kiss, and I walk back to his room with a smile on my face.

CHAPTER29

O’Rec

The count-down timer is halfway when T’Rak, D’Var, and L’Ren join us in Command. Marra is snuggled up in my lap while I work. She joined me in the Cargo Bay when she returned from her shower and helped me finish the hiding place. Cargo Bay has been cleaned up really well. Our weapons and spacesuits are safely stored, just like our food and medicine. I am confident that if T’Rak and D’Var manage to mine enough Thealium, we will be out of here in no time.

We have breakfast together, but everyone is tense. L’Ren is silent, and I cannot blame her. We review the time frame once more to ensure everyone is safe.

“We leave in thirty minutes,” T’Rak says. “We should be gone for three days so we will take supplies for four. One day to travel to the caves, one day to mine the Thealium, and one day to get back. We cannot communicate while we travel, but we will take scanners that now have the countdown integrated. It will adjust to our position on the map, so the storms will not surprise us. O’Rec is responsible for making sure the ship is shut down in time and rebooted after 125 seconds.”

We all nod in agreement and then start our tasks in silence. T’Rak and D’Var get ready and dress in their protective gear. L’Ren and Marra prepare their bags. I will keep watch so we do not encounter any surprises.

We say goodbye in the Cargo Bay, and I retreat to Command, leaving Marra with a crying L’Ren. The bond pulses with pride again as I see how well she comforts her friend, strengthening my resolve to claim my place as King with her by my side as my Queen.

When the females enter Command, L’Ren sniffs and silently retreats to her room. Marra hesitates before moving next to me.

“How much time do we have left before the next storm hits?” she asks me, absentminded.

“About 30 minutes.”

She nods, then sighs. “I have something I need to tell you, O’Rec. I have been meaning to bring it up for a while now, but with everything happening… And it’s hard. I don’t know how you will react, and I’m scared.”

A tear leaves her eye, and I swipe my thumb to catch it. “I cannot predict how I will react if I do not know what it is, my mate. However, I can make you a promise not to be angry with you, because I think I know you well enough now to understand that is what you are most scared of.”

She gives me a tight smile. “You’re right. I’m scared you’ll be angry. I’m scared that you’ll hate me. And that’s the last thing I want because… well, because I love you O’Rec.”

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