Page 61 of Radakk's Mate
“Once the heartbond finishes forming between us,” I say, “we’ll be able to sense one another’s emotions. We’ll also be able to share thoughts with each other. If you are lying to me, I’ll know it. If you’re trying to deceive me in any way, I’ll know it. There will be no secrets between us.”
“No secrets? Not a single one?” She appears horrified, and her reaction takes me aback and rouses my suspicions.
I must rut her soon. The sooner I take her, the sooner I spill my seed in her depths, the more rapidly our heartbond will finish forming. Among the other Darrvason-human couples, the average bonding fever lasted for five days. Five days of nonstop copulation. Five days of claiming my mate over and over.
“Not a single secret,” I finally reply. I raise an eyebrow. “Is there something you wish to confess, little empress?”
She pales further, and her breaths increase, drawing my gaze to her bosom and the bio monitors she still wears. Meanwhile, the scent of her slickness intensifies, drawing yet another growl from my throat.
“In the beginning,” she says, “I had no wish to mate with you.”
I cock my head at her. “That is no secret. I knew you didn’t want me, I knew you feared me, but I took you anyway.”
“It’s more than that.” She shakes harder, and I step closer and press my erect shafts to her stomach, wrapping my arms around her petite form.
“Tell me, Thalia. Tell me.”
“I wanted to escape you. I wanted to stow away on a smaller vessel and leave you, assuming I found a way to escape your quarters first, that is. I-I planned to go searching for my mother.” She shudders. “Captain Warren knows what happened to her. He promised to tell me, but only if I was a good mate to you. Only if I made you happy. He said it was important for the alliance.”
A low snarl leaves me, and I decide I must have an audience with the worldship captain soon. “You’ll never escape me, Thalia. Never. I would hunt you to the ends of the universe.”
“I-I know you would, Emperor.” She steps back slightly to peer up at me, her eyes brimming with understanding. And longing. I’m not the only one who’s burning with desire.
“Radakk,” I say. “When we’re in the privacy of our home, when it’s just the two of us, I want you to call meRadakk.”
Her breath catches, and moisture gleams in her eyes. “Radakk,” she whispers. “Radakk. My mate.”
Finally hearing my name on her lips causes the final thread of my control to snap. I spin her around, bend her over the bed, and retrieve lubrication from a nearby drawer. I draw her cheeks wide apart and apply a copious amount of the lube to her pucker. Then I lift her bottom high and thrust my appendages deep in her holes.
Chapter40
THALIA
I’msore between my thighs, and with every little movement, Radakk’s seed trickles from my core, coating my inner thighs in a layer of translucent blue. I turn over in bed and snuggle into his arms. We’re enjoying a rare, quiet moment, though several days have passed and the bonding fever hasn’t yet abated.
All but one ancestral mark has appeared on my arms, and I can’t stop glancing at the glowing purple symbols with pride. The markings that will show I belong to Radakk.
How many more days of nonstop mating can we endure? I suppose I'll find out. It’s my understanding that the fever won’t subside until the final ancestral marking appears on my arms.
I don’t know much about Darrvason heartbonds, but I suspect ours is forming a little differently than what is considered typical. Now that I can sense his emotions, as well as some of his thoughts, I’m aware that the dreams I had while in the Founder’s quarters were shared dreams. I can’t explain it, and I don’t think Radakk can either, but I suppose it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is we finally share a heartbond, and with that bond comes a sense of peace unlike anything I’ve ever known. A deep intimacy. A sense of belonging.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel out of place. I’m right where I’m meant to be. Home. Radakk is my home.
He settles his body atop mine and nods toward the lubrication. I pass him the bottle. His eyes spark with lust and his nostrils flare as he pours a large amount of lube onto his hand. He growls, and his instructions for me echo down our newly formed bond. It’s the same tether I felt between us months ago, only amplified. Solidified.
Following his unspoken orders, I hug my knees to my chest, giving him unhindered access to my private parts. I doubt he needs the lube because my ass is already filled with his seed, and I suspect he just wants an excuse to shove a finger inside my bottom. His dark chuckle ripples down the bond, and I flush with the knowledge that he’ll always be able to sense my thoughts.
No secrets. For the rest of our lives, there will be no secrets between us. I suppose I have the bond to thank for helping me out of the mess I’d gotten myself into with Captain Warren and the video comm. If the bond hadn’t begun forming between us at the right moment, Radakk’s anger and betrayal would’ve festered.
I shudder to think how he would’ve continued interrogating me. The strap. He would’ve probably taken a strap to me.
But as the bond started forming and we shared in one another emotions, he’d realized I wasn’t lying. He’d realized I wasn’t spying on him, and he’d eventually apologized for jumping to conclusions, for being so suspicious of me. Although in his defense, Ihadspent weeks entertaining thoughts of escape. I’d spent weeks trying to convince him to allow me out of his quarters so I might scope out the small vessels in the docking bay.
You’ll never escape me, Thalia. Never. I would hunt you to the ends of the universe.The words he’d spoken after I confessed my escape plans resonate in my psyche, a comfort to my soul. A promise of his devotion, a bit twisted though it might be.
I’d always known he was possessive of me, but feeling the sheer depths of his ownership over me, his unyielding belief that I truly belong to him, is still a shock to my system.
