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He increased the speed of his thrusts. “No, you’re not an animal, but you do belong to me.”
Her fighting turned to meeting his thrusts. “I dare you to try breeding me, warrior.”
Her sheath was tightening around him. She was close.
“It’s already happening, female. Can you feel me invading you? I’m opening your womb to take all that I’m going to pour into you. After my seed is inside you, I’m going to watch our child grow and change your shape. You’ll become more and more beautiful as the baby gets bigger. Maybe if I keep breeding you, I’ll get two babies out of you.”
That last comment might’ve been a step too far because Palathum sounded half a rumble of amusement. The rumble was cut off when her back arched. He felt her open her mouth against him and thought she was about to bite down, but instead she sucked in air like she was running at the limit of her body.
Her body convulsed around him, squeezing his shaft like a fist. She couldn’t hold out any longer. Hugging her as tight as she was gripping him, he shuddered and climaxed.
Panting and locked together, they shivered as the pleasure slowly disappeared from their bodies. When Palathum went limp in his arms, he let go and sat up, scared he’d accidentally hurt her. He shouldn’t have worried. She gazed up at him with clear, focused eyes, although it was obvious he’d worn her out. Maybe she’d even sleep tonight.
If she became restless, they could also do this again. He was willing to make any sacrifice for her!
She brought her arms up to pillow her head and closed her eyes. “I know we can’t sleep here, but can we wait a moment? I don’t want to move yet.”
“Anything you want,” he agreed. He felt something trickle down his chest. Looking down he saw blood. She managed to make him bleed during sex.
Best female ever!
Chapter 7
Nataly
After a night of not sleeping, Nataly spent most of the morning fixing mistakes instead of doing any real work. For every problem she attempted to solve, she made it worse and had to start over at least once.
All the tea she’d drunk trying to wake up only made her feel shaky and wired, not focused. No matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept going back to the night before.
Daxus staying by her side. The sound of his purring. The feel of his hand held in hers. With him at her side, the night air had smelled even more crisp and sweeter than normal. The smell of him lingered long after he’d left.
After her mind wandered onto the topic of Daxus again, causing her to mess up for the fifth time in a row, she threw up her hands and looked up at her ceiling.
“Fine! I give up!”
What she really wanted to do was go for a long walk, or even better, a hike. She’d wanted to do that for days, but the moment she opened the door the outside world felt overwhelming and she retreated again.
She didn’t feel trapped; she loved her little domicile too much for it to feel limiting. But she missed the way long walks would help her clear her head and feel more centered. Back when she’d lived on stations she would walk the perimeter of one of the levels. The scenery wasn’t as nice but the walk still had the same effect.
“I need to figure this out,” she grumbled, looking over at the door again. “Obviously the way I went about it last night isn’t going to work.”
Standing up, she stretched and headed for the food preparation area. Her body probably couldn’t handle any more tea, but soup out of the reconstituter sounded good.
“Maybe I need to handle this like an endurance test,” she mused. “You don’t run an entire race on the first day. You work up to the distance.”
Yeah, that sounded good. Each night she’d work on only walking to one spot. She’d make the trip back and forth until she didn’t feel scared or panicky anymore.
That sounded like a scientific way to handle an emotional mess. It appealed to her!
Her door chimed at the same time the reconstituter pinged. Ignoring the machine, she called for the door to open. It revealed four friends with excited faces.
“Nataly, the supply ship is here early!” Dalia said, doing a little happy dance in place and bumping into her sister Riff.
Riff gave her a little shove that did nothing.
“They have the new stationary comms array assembly,” Sima said. “And more domiciles.”
“I can’t wait to have a place of my own,” Decard grumbled. “I’m tired of Cassius complaining about my snoring. He’s got a room all to himself. How can my snoring get through that many walls?”
