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Moments later, something big and hard presses at my entrance.
Oh God. It’s his upper appendage.
He’s going to claim me again. With his unspent shaft.
I shake my head, prepared to tell him that I’m too sore—yes, my pussy is sore from the hard claiming—but as he thrusts inside and his vibrating balls caress my clit, I choke on my words as my hips jolt back of their own accord.
He emits a rasping growl. “You’re going to be sore and dripping with my seed before the day is over, little spy.” He plunges deep and thrusts faster. “This sweet little pussy is mine and I intend to use it again and again. And when you can’t take another thrust in this tight hole of yours, I’ll use your mouth instead. I’ll hold your head in place and fuck your face, and when I erupt in your mouth, I’ll expect you to swallow everyfluxxingdrop I give you. You’ll swallow it down like a good little empress.”
His words shock me. I whimper and paw at the covers, though I make no real effort to escape him. The truth is, I’m not sure I want him to stop. The fullness of his big, erect shaft is a challenge, but with each plunge I experience a throb of pleasure deep in my core.
“Please please please.” I’m desperate to come again, eager to feel his scrotum pressed to my clit.
“That’s it, Thalia. Beg for it.”
Chapter19
RADAKK
Just as Ierupt in Thalia’s tight depths, she cries out and her insides clamp down on my shaft. A thrill rushes over me that she’s climaxing yet again.Star Gods. My vision goes blurry as I continue spurting into her, pleasure quaking through me.
I withdraw from her center and immediately spread her bottom cheeks wide, eager for another glimpse of my seed leaking from her core. My translucent blue essence coating her inner thighs is a sight to behold. Primal satisfaction rises in my chest. This is what I must do to her everyday—spill my seed inside her and get my scent on her as much as possible. It’s necessary for her protection. To keep other males away.
We’ll never share a heartbond. She’ll never wear my ancestral markings on her arms. Which means the only way to keep an unmated male from claiming her is to drench her in my scent. To erupt inside her everyfluxxingday for the rest of our lives. It’s the only option.
If another male were to steal away with her, my people would think me weak and foolish for allowing it to happen. I would be ousted from power, possibly slain. Exiled at the very least.
Even if I killed the opposing male during alahhkdachallenge—a battle to the death—it would do little to repair my reputation.
Butfluxxhow the idea of another male taking her makes me rage inside. The prospect of another male touching her, scaring her, or hurting her fills me with bloodlust.
She’s mine.Mine.
I’ll never let her go.
To be safe, I decide not to allow her out of my quarters for several moon cycles. She will remain sequestered in these rooms where I know she will be protected, where I know there’s no chance another male would consider looking her way.
Her scent is delicious. Without the aroma of my seed thoroughly coating her, a process which usually takes about three moon cycles, every unmated male who came in her proximity would likely be tempted to steal her or die trying.
I run a hand down her back, staring at her as a strange tightness fills my chest. It’s disturbing, the level of concern I’m harboring for her. It’s gutting. Painful. Yet it’s also warm and brimming with promise.
Tenderness, I realize with a jolt.
I’m experiencing tenderness for the little spy.
It feels like a taunt when my ancestral markings begin to tingle, and not for the first time in her presence. I wonder what it might mean, though I tell myself it’s nothing.
Our top physicians already announced it would be impossible for a human and a Darrvason to share a heartbond, and I don’t want to feel foolishly hopeful when it’ll never come to pass.
I close my eyes for a moment and breathe long and deep, trying to focus. Trying to push away the warmth and tenderness. Soft emotions won’t serve me well. I must focus on keeping Thalia safe and breeding her to ensure my line. I must also focus on my duties as emperor.
My mate shifts on the bed and peers over her shoulder. When her soulful dark eyes meet mine, I almost falter. I almost give her a sweet smile and gather her in my arms.
I take a step back and feel like the biggest bastard when sadness flickers across her face. But then she gives her head a slight shake and a steely look enters her eyes. She lifts her chin in a challenging manner.
“Are you finished?” she asks. “May I go clean up now?”
Despite my inner turmoil, I desire her again. My dual appendages are growing hard, and my blood heats when her gaze drops below my waist. I stand behind her, my cocks hard, my balls vibrating faster.
