Page 3 of Zimon's Bride
“YourmeomeeZimon Arnav has requested permission to see you. Do you wish to see him?” she asked.
“He’s here?” I wondered.
“Yes, he’s been pacing the waiting room for an hour, waiting for you to be seen. You understand that bonding will begin almost as soon as you are exposed to the feline pheromones.”
I nodded. “I know. Zimon and I were supposed to meet on the day I was abducted. I realize agreeing to that meeting meant agreeing to become his mate.”
She smiled at me. “Then I guess congratulations are in order. I know some very fine felines. I hope you will be very happy together.
Chapter Three
Abby
An attendant guided me to the room where Zimon was waiting to meet me in person for the first time. I stood outside the door for a full minute, contemplating what I was about to do.
This wasn’t just a casual meet and greet. Exposing myself to Zimon’s pheromones was the start of a lifetime commitment. It meant I could be having sex with him in a matter of minutes. Otherwise, we would become ill as though we were in a kind of drug withdrawal.
I reminded myself that I had applied for this mating. After all, we were guaranteed to be 99.9% compatible because we are soulmates. Thus far, there was no antidote to a feline meomee’s pheromones. I also reminded myself that I agreed to move to Narova with Zimon if we mated. Humans and felines lived there in harmony.
All of the information I was given from the matchmaking service indicated that marriage to a meomee would be the most satisfying relationship I could hope for. We may not love each other now, but we would. Sex was the first step in bonding, giving, and receiving pleasure. The stages were erotic, emotional, and intellectual bonding.
I tried finding love like humans normally did, which didn’t turn out well. Mark was a narcissist, so skilled at gaslighting me that I started to believe I was the problem. If I would just change, we would be happy together.
I lamented my inability to please him until I realized I would be more unhappy if I changed to suit him. Then I knew I had to end it. But I was too late. The next day the Drayids attacked, and I never saw Mark again. It all flashed through my mind in seconds.
Remembering Zimon’s admiring gaze during our vid call and my attraction to him made me open that door and walk through.
I saw relief and joy in Zimon’s feline eyes when I entered the room. He was even more handsome in person. He was looking at me like I was fulfilling his fondest desire. The longing in his gaze made me want to be that for him.
He already told me he would strive to make me happy in every way possible if I became his wife and mate. The sincerity in his eyes as he said it made me believe it.
But a nagging voice in my mind warned me nothing could be this perfect. Surely, we wouldn’t agree on everything.
Zimon just smiled and waited for me to come to him. While my sense of smell was nowhere near as sensitive as Zimon’s, I felt the first stirrings of desire shimmer through me. There was no turning back.
I walked steadily toward him. As soon as I started forward again, he held out his hands, palms up, and waited for me to stop in front of him and put my hands in his. It almost felt like a zing of energy surged through me when I did.
As I looked up into his eyes, I knew he would fuck me sooner than later.
“May I kiss you?” he asked politely.
I could only nod.
I knew Zimon was tall but also big with muscles like a bodybuilder. At 5’7”, the top of my head fit under his chin.
I looked up at him, my lips parted, and he bent to press his mouth to mine in a poignantly tender kiss. A surge of arousal shot through me that must have hit him simultaneously. He pulled me against him and deepened the kiss, teasing and caressing my tongue with his.
Sliding my arms around his neck, I ran my hands through his exquisite blue hair. It was as soft and silky as it looked. I was surprised the Defense Force allowed him to wear it that long past his shoulders, but it looked sexy as hell on him.
Our kiss was long and lingering, panty-melting if truth be told. My nipples tightened, and my pussy clenched as my clit throbbed. The pheromones had much to do with my desire's intensity, but Zimon was pure hotness. I wanted that sizable erection pressed against my belly inside me.
Finally, he reluctantly ended the kiss. “I think we should retreat to my quarters,” he rasped in a soft, husky voice.
“Yes, I think so,” I whispered, surprised that I wasn’t embarrassed that I was about to get naked with this alien feline male I had just met.
The Narovian-based Interstellar Matchmaking service thoroughly explained the pheromone effect, so I wasn’t surprised by my intense need to fuck him. That’s part of being genetically matched to a Narovian feline.
It was all arranged, and I accepted the terms. The counselors at the service were very specific in explaining the phenomena. Earth humans unexpectedly exposed to their felinemeomeeswere sometimes very upset because they weren’t expecting it, and their bond was irreversible.
