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Mine. She’s all mine.
My mate forever.
After years of fearing I would never have a female to call my own, the Star Gods have finally blessed me with Ellie. There are very few Darrvason females left, so few that there was a point in time where my people believed in the impending extinction of our race.
Ellie is hope incarnate. All the human females are. But she alone ismine, the woman I will keep and protect until the end of my days. I still can’t shake the intensity of the calling I’d felt when I first laid eyes on her. Aknowingdeep in my soul that said,this one. She’s yours.
As I reach for her slick, plump folds, she arches toward my hand with a needy whimper. She makes a frustrated noise soon after that I suspect is a result of her embarrassment over her inability to control her desires. Her delicious wantonness. I bite back a grin as I remember the hormone suppression shots and realize she’s probably experiencing arousal for the first time.
I probe her gently, dragging one finger through the seam of her nether lips. She undulates her center with a moan and grasps onto my shoulders for support. I growl and lean closer to her sex, taking deep inhales of her delectable essence. The intoxicating slickness that tells me she’s ready to be claimed. That she’s aching to be filled up with my shafts.
“How do you feel right now, sweet human? I want to know what you’re experiencing. Describe it.” I continue stroking her lightly, though I don’t penetrate her. Not yet. I’ll save that for when she’s over my knee with her thighs parted wide, her nether area fully exposed for my inspection.
She whimpers and gives me a pleading look. “I’m achy. So achy. And breathless. I never knew… never knew…” Her voice trails off and she tightens her grip on my shoulders.
I find the tiny button hidden within her folds and swirl her moisture overtop it, applying increasing pressure as she squeals and jerks against my touch.
“I think it’s time for you to go over my knee, sweet human,” I say, eventually withdrawing my hand. “If you’re cooperative while I frisk you, I might be inclined to rub your clit until you shatter. Would you like that? Would you like me to stroke you to a release while you’re draped over my lap with your center spread wide?”
Her only response is a whimpering moan.
I pull her down over one knee and get her situated to my liking, with her bottom lifted high, her thighs parted enticingly. I don’t place my free leg atop hers yet—I’ll save that for if she struggles.
Heat pummels me at the prospect of restraining her as I frisk her and swat her ass, a heady rush of power tempered by a protective desire to guide her in the proper ways of being a wife.
I reach for her bottom and boldly splay her cheeks apart. Her pussy lips are now spread open, revealing the sweetness hidden within, but my gaze is also drawn to her tiny puckering hole. It winks at me as though begging to be explored.
“Will you be an obedient wife as I search your orifices for contraband, Ellie?” I tap at her engorged clit. It’s grown noticeably since I first touched it while she was standing in front of me.
“Yes, please, I-I’ll be good.”
“For your sake, I hope so. It would be a pity if I had to withhold an orgasm from you. Be a good little female and I’ll allow you to come very soon.”
Chapter5
ELLIE
Blissful agony sweeps through me.All I can think about is the fervent aching in my core. Why won’t it stop? Is it because I haven’t had arelease? I’ve heard of orgasms and the various names they go by, though I don’t quite understand what they are.
Will stroking my clit truly help me feel better?
God, I can only hope.
Not to be dramatic, but it sort of feels like I’m dying.
My face heats as Tornn spreads me even wider. I try to remain still as he begins to insert one thick finger into my center, gliding in with careful, slow pumps, in and out, then deeper with the next drive. I gasp for air as he swirls his digit in a futile search for a hidden weapon or hypospray.
His touch elicits a quaking rush of pleasure, but it soon builds to more frustration because something hovers out of reach. A sensation that tugs at me but won’t quite come. Desperate to quench my desires, I wiggle slightly over his lap, inadvertently grinding my center over the hard bulge in his pants.
His two cocks.
Well, I think there are two of them. He never specified how many he possesses, just that there’s more than one. God help me if there are three or four.
A deep vibration reaches me and rushes through my center. And holy fuck—it’s coming from his pants. I’m no expert, but I don’t think dicks are supposed to vibrate. A wave of apprehension jolts through me.
I’m in way over my head.
I hope he’s patient when it comes time to bed me. I hope he doesn’t become angry when he realizes I’m utterly inexperienced. I know the mechanics of sex from reading banned books I’ve gotten my hands on over the years, but the descriptions in the illicit romance novels always left me with more questions than answers.
