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He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips again. “You are my mate Caan, and I love you too.”
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
GRADEN
My Omega loves me.His words repeated in my mind. I knew how he felt; whether my confidence failed, or I wanted to hear his voice, I couldn’t say.
I stared into his ocean-blue eyes and sighed with sadness for all the Soturi and Dara who would never experience this connection. Balo said I was quiet when I should go out into the galaxy and find one of my own. He circumvented the system, and his Femeni was with a child as was mine. I didn’t agree with his decision, but I understood how special they are.
I wish I could go back in time and tell my people what a treasure we had with them. The third sex gave us children, and pleasure in the bedroom, but they were the heart of our culture. Our technology and warriors kept us strong, but they kept us Volardi.Even those not from our race.
His accented voice drew out. “I can smell the dust on you. What’s got you so curious?”
“My people,” I said. “Also wondering what else can I do for my love.”
He looked at me as if I were insane. “What morecouldyou do?” He held his hands out wide to the cabin and then directed my hand to his stomach. Right now, it was soft like the skin from a simulacrum before it changed appearance. When he stood, it was firm and hard. I liked both, but with the softness, he seemed extra fragile as if he needed protecting.Something I’m all too happy to do.I spent the next few minutes slowly massaging his feet while the fire died down. Reluctantly, I got up and added another log. There were other ways to heat a room, but this matched the mood and enhanced his attractiveness. Quick shadows and lights created subtle variants of his beautiful face with every passing second.
His lips smashed hard together in a big grin, and I saw the raised, playful eyebrows. I didn’t have to ask, as his sweet musky scent overpowered the smoke and food aroma. I didn’t speak but rather choke the words out. “Yes?”
His fingers patted the mattress, and his gaze wasnoton my face but lower. I sensed the playfulness in his voice when he spoke although there was something more to it; hunger or I projected my own thoughts on him. “This is my first, and I wonder if I can stillenjoy youlater. I might be too big for you to take.” His eyes widened. “I might not be able to get in position.”
I believe he could, but I wouldn’t argue. My voice deepened. “Yes, that is a concern.”
“Concerns are an enemy,” he said. “Isn’t it true the Volardi conquer their enemies?” I swallowed hard while the smaller man wielded his immense power. An invisible hand of love and lust gripped around me. “Remove your kilt. Now.”
Back in the old days, some Soturi never listened to a Femeni – mostly to assert their dominance. I didn’t care what orders he gave, especially when they involved a mattress or us naked. My thumbs hooked around my kilt’s waistband, and I ran the edge down over my already hard cock. I was close enough to the fire to feel the heat and I imagined what it looked like to him; long hard and bathed in light and shadow. I inhaled loudly while I thought about going deep into him. I bit my lip until it hurt while I smelled the new wave of his sweet musk flow into the room.
Oh, my Omega’s ready.
His mouth opened in silent admiration as he stared low and I did the same to him. There’s no time when Omegas and Femeni are more attractive than when they’re with child. The full stomach proclaimed they were proud to carry our seed. That added to it, but it was the invisible aura as paradoxical as it sounds. As if he were giving out the light I couldn’t see but knew was there. I thought the stereotypical ‘glow’ was an old Oma tale, but now saw how accurate it was.
Quickly I arranged the pillows on the mattress. Caan preferred to be on his back, but now he got on his hands and knees and thrust his already slick and smooth ass back to me. I couldn’t see my face, but I’m sure I gave off a pained expression while his stomach drooped down. Soon he would grow larger, but he never looked more like an Omega than he did now.
Once satisfied he was comfortable, I leaned in and kissed him on his head. I nuzzled his neck and tasted him more with every second. He sweated more than usual but was still delicious with salty-sweetness. I wasn’t sure if it was the fire, me or an internal burn. Down I kissed over his spine while my fingers caressed his stomach. It was harder than before, but I still ran my hands up and down.
There was a desire to thrust my cock deep into him, but there would be time later. Muscle memory led my fingertips to his nipples, and he moaned as I went back and forth. Caan is fond of stating he’s not fragile. I took him at his word as I firmly but gently squeezed each. He yelped in pained pleasure. Again I fought the evolutionary desire to bury myself within him.
NO! Not yet.
For over a minute, I kissed around his waiting ass to send as much tingling pleasure as I could. I believed he would still be able to ‘enjoy’ me as he said in the future, but why test fate? My hand went down between his legs, and I found his impressive length. It wasn’t uncommon for Femeni to be large, but he was gifted. Back and forth my hand went, and I knew the answer before I even asked. “Do you like that?” Either it was the sensation or because his face was away from me, but he nodded several times, and I smiled. “I’ll give you more.”
“You give me so much already,” he whispered.
“There’s no such thing as enough when it’s with you.” I stroked his dick more while the skin grew sticky before I moved my lips closer to his wet valley. Quickly I thrust my tongue in and moaned as I tasted the sweet salt of his slippery lubrication.
We’ve had sex before, but every time it was almost new as if I was hungry to experience all of him. Up down, within, and around his hole I licked.
On the surface this was sex, but like saying he was my mate, it was so much more. It was tender and as comfortable as I could make it, especially in his delicate condition, but my face against his slippery hole was more than mere sex. It was hungry, primal and so very Volardi as I fucked his wet valley with my tongue. In and out as if it were my cock, and he moaned with every deep thrust. A delicious flavor I wondered how I could’ve ever lived without grew in my mouth while my hand alternated between his dick and my own.
Two fingers ran up his slick valley, and I rubbed his slippery arousal over my erection quickly. If I gave in, I could have come on his back, but that wasn’t the Volardi way. He couldn’t get pregnant now, but my Soturi natureneededto fill him up with my baby making sperm and made sure he kept every single spurt I gave.
My cock end tapped the end of his ass, and he moved back to impale himself. I almost let him before my lips curled inslightcruelty. I couldn’t deny him or myself for long, but I had to remind him – if only temporarily – how much he needed this too. The moans changed from playful to pained and my will to hold out left. My hands gripped his cheeks so he couldn’t thrust back. I angled my cock to his wet hole while his slippery wetness coated my end. I shifted slightly mixing my pre-cum with his arousal. I leaned in more and I heard another moan with a hint of a laugh. “Yes,” he whispered.
With firm pressure, I spread his cheeks apart and pushed against his first ring. As expected, he kept me out for a few moments, as if the few months hadn’t stretched him entirely. Sex and pain were two halves of the same shell, and I knew he liked it. My firm forward pressure continued, and his ring opened to welcome me while I slipped through.
Caan nodded and slapped the mattress with his palm. “Oh God, he feels so good in me.”
