Page 22 of Joven's Bride
She gave him a wry smile and caressed the back of his head, looking him in the eyes. He smiled back at her, and his eyes sparkled with affection.
There really was no hurry. Their mating frenzy had only just begun. Carly sighed and kissed him, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of his body in her and against her. He. Felt. So. Good.
Joven teased her on the brink of orgasm for at least an hour so that she was mindlessly euphoric when he finished, hard and fast. Carly screamed in rapture as her body writhed in the hardest climax she’d ever known. It wracked her body for long after Joven’s ejaculation.
Carly was pleased that he stayed inside her the whole time pulsing his cock after her inner walls contracted around it. By the time it finished, she was limp and in a blissful stupor as Joven hugged her to him.
At some point, he had stopped the water, but he started it up again when he pulled out of her to clean off the bodily fluids on his cock and dripping from Carly’s pussy.
Warm air dried them, then Joven carried Carly to the bed and sat her at the head of it against the wall. There was a tray on the shelf beside it with two meals of meat, vegetables, and fruit. Carly could hardly keep her eyes opened, but Joven made her stay awake and fed her from her plate. She had gone too long without nourishment already. With days left in the mating frenzy, she needed to keep up her strength.
When she had eaten her entire portion, only then did Joven allow her to sleep. Not long after she had gone to sleep, Carly started to moan. When she cried, “Please no, no more…”
“Carly, wake up,meomee.You’re safe, no one is going to hurt you.” He gripped her upper arms and gave her a little shake.
Carly’s eyes opened wide, and she stared unseeing for a moment. Then she focused on his face. “Joven, oh god, Joven!” She started to sob, great racking sobs. “He hurt me.” She cried brokenly, telling him how Crazell took pleasure in torturing her.
He didn’t have to ask her why she didn’t tell him before. The bonding pheromones and hormones had taken over their minds and bodies, making them oblivious to nearly everything but the need to breed. As those receded to normal levels, the backlash of Carly’s ordeal came back full force.
Joven howled his anguish, and his eyes welled with raw, heart-rending emotion like none he had ever felt before. He regretted that he had killed Crazell so quickly. The bastard must have learned Carly was his mate and rained his hatred of Joven on her.
“Meomee, meomee, I am so sorry. He will never hurt you again. I killed him. He’s dead.”
“Good,” she said but started sobbing again.
Her pain broke Joven and tears spilled down his cheeks. He held her stroking her hair and murmuring endearments. In those moments, he understood why cyborgs had emotional dampeners. He would have been paralyzed by all the horrible things he’d seen in the wars he’d fought.
Most of the soldiers without cybernetic and genetic enhancements had required cellular gene therapy to overcome the emotional damage they suffered in battle. Joven knew how to use the technology, and he could do it in the ship’s well-equipped medical bay.
Joven didn’t want to leave her, even after she’d cried it all out and drifted back to sleep. He wasn’t going to wait, and he wasn’t going to ask permission. No way would he let his mate suffer one increment of time longer than she had from the traumatic backlash of Crazell’s torture. The treatment wouldn’t erase the memories, just recede them and reduce them from haunting her.
After he got what was needed from the medical bay, he swabbed some cells from her cheek as she slept. Then he took them back to the medical bay to be programmed to reorganize her memory sequence. Joven would tell her someday what he had done. Just then, he had to take away her pain. It was the only way he could ease his own.
Worse, this had happened to her when she was on that passenger freighter coming to be with him. On top of witnessing what the Drayids did on Earth, being tortured by that pirate was more than she could bear.
Joven wasn’t a medic, but he had the medical knowledge in his memory core. The auto-medic programmed the cells, and Joven used a special syringe to inject them into her nostril as she slept. Crazell was dead, and he wasn’t going to let him hurt Carly anymore.
