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I stroked her clit gently with my fingertips. She moaned. “Mikas…”
“If you want me to stop, you can say the word,” I said, my mouth still on her ear, as I circled her swollen bud. “In all things, I obey my mate without question.”
She whimpered. “I don’t think I could come again.”
“Oh, I think youcan.” I closed my teeth gently on her earlobe. “Would you like to place a wager?”
“No.” It came out breathless. “No, I know better than to underestimate you.”
I moved my slick fingers to the little bite and caressed her delicate skin. She shivered hard. “Oh, that spot is so sensitive now,” she gasped.
I stilled immediately. “Pain?”
“No.” She took my hand and guided it back to her clit. “But this is where I want you to touch me. I want to watch us in the glass while you make me come one more time.”
As did I. “Computer,” I called. “Lights off.”
The cabin plunged into darkness other than faint glow from the comm panel near the door and the starlight outside the window. Now our reflections were easy to see.
Her gaze on mine in the glass, she hooked her leg behind my knee so I had total access to her sweet clit, and we had a perfect view of my cocks buried inside her.
“Heaven has nothing on this moment,” I said, my head resting against her as her chest heaved. I curled my arm underneath her and cupped her breast in my free hand. “Do you see us, my beautiful mate?”
“Yes.” She gasped, her fingernails digging into my thighs in what had rapidly become one of my most favorite sensations. I wished my skin was not so thick and scaly so her nails would hurt more and she could leave marks on me as I had left on her. “Gods, Mikas, I’ve never watched myself come before,” she breathed.
“I do not mean to spoil the surprise,” I said, trailing my lips along her neck. “But you are beautiful and perfect when you come.”
Her laugh dissolved into ragged gasps.
When I took her over the edge, her orgasm was soft rather than hard, and her breathless moan and the way she clenched around both of my cocks made my hips jerk.
I could have made love to her again, perhaps twice more, but she was tired now and sated.
“My mate,” I said, and licked her sweet juices off my fingertips. “This will be how we spend our journey to Aloris. Do you object?”
“No.” She drew me down for a kiss. “Not in the least,” she murmured against my lips. “Not in the least.”
Other than ourfirst night together in Onat’ras, the three-day journey to Aloris were the best hours of my life.
As pleasurable and satisfying as it was to make love to my mate without worrying about our safety or interruptions, it waspure bliss to simply hold her and talk—about ourselves, our pasts, our hopes for the future. We talked about inconsequential things too, from the gourmet food delivered to our suite to the planets we passed as we lay on the lounge in the main room, in the bed, or on the luxurious, almost throne-like basking stone in the bedroom.
“We’re officially spoiled.” Isla sat sideways on my lap facing the floor-to-ceiling bedroom window with her head on my chest. The radiant heat from the stone and the warmth from the overhead lamps could not compare to the summery contentment of my hearts.
“I’m sure whatever accommodations we have for the rest of the trip won’t be anything close to this,” she added wistfully. “And Brae won’t have nearly as big of a ship to explore either, or a beautiful rain forest conservatory that reminds him of home.”
“It has been far from a tent on a barren moon,” I agreed with a chuckle, my chin on top of her head. She smelled strongly of me, and I of her, and I could not get enough of those scents. “To me, the real luxury is having you close every moment of these past few days. A smaller cabin simply means I will bemorespoiled.”
She kissed my chest. “You’re not the only one of us spoiled by all this closeness. But if our next cabin doesn’t have a basking stone, you may be cold and singing a different tune.”
“I do not anticipate being cold,” I murmured into her hair. “I will simply put you on top of me and we will generate our own heat.”
“I like that plan.” Isla laced her fingers through mine. “We could probably book our travel now if we wanted to, rather than waiting until we get to the port on Aloris.”
“We could,” I allowed. “I have never been to Aloris, or any ice planet, and thought we might do some sightseeing before continuing on our journey.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun.” She wiggled happily. “We can be tourists. I’ve never been a tourist.”
I grimaced. She laughed and kissed the soft skin at the corner of my jaw. “We’ll begoodtourists,” she amended. “Not the ones who came into Zaa’ga and made us miserable by being loud and demanding and not tipping.”
