Page 57 of Zahhn's Mate
Be a good female and hold still, he sends down the bond.The more cooperative you are, the quicker this will be.
I will try, I answer. My legs tremble and I can’t catch my breath. Heated pulses affect my core, and my inner thighs are already coated in my wetness.
I hear a snapping noise, and I glance over my shoulder to find he’s just donned a protective glove on his right hand. My pussy spasms.
Trembling and aching, I remain bent over as I await the invasion of his long alien fingers.
He nudges his gloved hand between my legs, prodding my slick entrance. A finger brushes over my clit, but not for long. He soon focuses on spreading moisture from my core over my bottom hole. I whimper, knowing he’s about to push inside the snug orifice.
He places a hand on my lower back, then breaches my anus with one thick finger.
“Oh!” To my mortification, my hips undulate in a wanton manner, and more arousal escapes onto my inner thighs. I blink as perspiration runs in my eyes, and suddenly I’m burning up.
He presses further into my bottom hole, and my clit throbs and throbs. He pokes and prods, twisting his digit this way and that, until finally he withdraws from my ass.
I heave a sigh of relief, and when I glance over my shoulder again, I witness him removing the glove.
He wastes no time in checking my pussy for contraband. Stepping close, he nudges two fingers into my slick center. I brace myself as he shoves so very deep, and a cry escapes my lips when he curls his fingers inside my channel as he continues his inspection.
Good little female. It appears you were telling the truth. You are not in possession of weapons or contraband.But he doesn’t withdraw his fingers. Instead, he places a thumb to my clit and swirls moisture over the sensitive bit of flesh.
Oh God.Oh yes. He brings me to a release quickly, and I writhe over the bed, my thighs still parted wide, as he expertly strokes me to a climax that leaves me gasping for breath. Shudders afflict me in the aftermath of the quaking pleasure, and I summon the energy to peek over my shoulder when I feel him step away.
My desires heighten when I see he’s removing the remainder of his clothing. His hugely muscular body gleams in the overhead lights, and for a few seconds, I forget how to breathe.
He approaches me with his lower shaft, his largest appendage, in his hand while he gently strokes the base. He observes the area between my legs and a lusty growl emits from his chest.
What happens next is frantic and almost violent.
He claims me hard, over and over, mounting me from behind and pounding me with his shafts. He plunges into my slick center with one appendage, fills me with his seed, and then immediately drives his unspent shaft inside me.
The process repeats until I’m so sore, I doubt I could stand on my own. And yet I don’t wish for him to stop. The more he ruts me, the more at peace I feel.
Ancestral markings keep appearing on my arms. Each time the itchiness spikes, I glance at my arms to find another one.
With each spurt of Zahhn’s seed inside me, I’m able to better sense his thoughts and emotions. I even learn some of his secrets—he was originally planning to steal me today, but at the last minute, he learned I was his assigned mate. Also, he’s been sterile for years, but he believes the heartbond might help change that.
He pauses in his thrusts and his fingers dig into my hips. I sense his sudden surprise, and I turn my head to meet his gaze as I attempt to decipher his latest thoughts. But his voice soon echoes in my head.
I can see the complicated situation you found yourself in, human female, with your father and your bar and all the happenings on the worldship.He caresses my back and sends me a wave of affection.I know that you wanted to warn someone about your suspicions, but you didn’t have any goodoptions. Not without implicating yourself, and not without being the cause of a mass execution.
I exhale with relief.I was so worried when I didn’t hear from you for a few days,I send down the tether.The thought of you being sick or dying… it terrified me. I was so happy when I learned you were safe. I was happy when I realized The Saviors’ plan to deploy a virus on theHaxxalfailed. I never wanted any part of a rebellion. I never wanted anyone to die.
We communicate for a long time, mind-to-mind, while his huge stiff lower cock remains submerged in my core. His balls also keep vibrating against my clit, a blissful sensation that’s somewhat distracting, but I don’t wish for him to withdraw from my center. I like having him close.
He shares his findings about heartbonds altering a Darrvason male’s genetic makeup, and the hopefulness that radiates from him touches my heart. Children. There’s a chance we might have children together. Just a few days ago, such a prospect would’ve scared the hell out of me. But the developing heartbond allows me to sense his integrity, his true character, and I find myself hoping for a miracle.
He readjusts his grip on my hips and rides me to another completion. We climax at the same time, and after we catch our breath, he cradles me on his lap. He strokes my hair and peers into my eyes, his gaze brimming with devotion. Devotionforme.
Our telepathic secret sharing session continues as we piece together the events of the last three months. Misunderstandings are resolved. Apologies are issued. Promises are made.
After he glimpses the day of my arrest, combing through my mind to acquire every little detail, not only does he show concern for Mandy’s sister, but he insists he’ll visit theJansonnato help her soon. He also says I can accompany him, as the last of his ancestral markings have just appeared on my arms.
As it turns out, he won’t have to keep me locked up out of fear that another male will attempt to claim me. I shiver as I push away thoughts of the unpleasant encounter with Doctor Ammdox, and I’m grateful the heartbond has finished forming between us so quickly.
I stare at the glowing markings on my upper arms, then look at his chest. I also notice his flesh is cooler to the touch than it was an hour ago. His mating fever must be abating. Considering how many times he mounted me and erupted in my depths, I’m not surprised.
A smile tugs at my lips as I recall how this all started. The dreams. The dreams about glowing purple eyes set in a face obscured by shadows. I hold his gaze as my soul does a little dance.
