Page 22 of Zahhn's Mate
“Perhaps a demonstration is in order. Perhaps I should show you how a Darrvason male would deal with a female who touches herself without permission.” A growl vibrates through me, and I revel in the quick intake of her breath even as she tries to shake her head.
“You have no right to be here. I demand you leave at once.” As she trembles, the scent of her excitement becomes stronger, so pungent and sweet that I almost grow delirious as I take long inhales of the enticing aroma.
I lean back and capture her gaze. Defiance continues to flicker in her dark eyes. Training. She needs training. If she’s to become my mate, I must teach her to serve and obey me.
Yes, there are many reasons I should leave. Many reasons I shouldn’t claim her, including the strict terms of the alliance. Yet I cannot resist, and deep in my soul I know she’ll belong to me before the night is over.
I will mount her and ride her to completion.
I resume tearing the covers off her. She gasps and tries to grab them, but I succeed in stripping them from the bed and hurling them to the floor, out of her reach. An outraged gasp leaves her, and she pushes at my chest, but I don’t budge. Doesn’t she realize I’m not going anywhere? I’m here to stake my claim on the female who consumes my thoughts.
Desire scorches me as I glimpse her nearly unclothed body. She’s only wearing a small covering over her nether area, practically a scrap of fabric. I reach for the undergarment, slipping my fingers into the crotch area, then give a sharp tug. The sound of fabric shredding combines with more shocked gasps.
“That’s much better.” I grin at her as I toss the remnants of her undergarment to the floor. “Now, lie back and spread your legs, little female, and show me how wet you’ve become while touching yourself.”
She sucks in a quick breath, and her face reddens further. “I will do no such thing.”
When she attempts to flee, I grab her arms and hold her in place, not allowing her to leave the bed. I make a noise of disapproval deep in my throat, and I’m pleased when she finally ceases her struggles.
Fear gleams in her eyes, and an almost violent tremor racks her petite body. “Please,” she whispers. “Please let me go.”
A frustrated growl emits from my chest, and I tighten my hold on her face. The pull between us feels stronger than ever, and my ancestral markings won’t stop tingling. Surely it’s a sign that we’re meant to be together. A sign that I’m meant to claim her.
“You’re mine, Leona.” Still holding her face, I press my lips to hers, overcome with the need to taste her. To devour her and conquer her no matter how fervently she protests. As I kiss her,the scent of her arousal invigorates my senses, causing my shafts to throb harder and my scrotum to vibrate faster.
She gives a tiny moan, and then her lips part. I sweep my tongue inside to tangle with hers.Mine mine mine. My mate.It doesn’t take long for her to surrender to the roughness of my kiss, and I pour all my need into her as I clutch her face.
When I finally break away, she’s so breathless that her chest is heaving, which naturally draws my gaze to her bosom. Her nipples are hard and ripe, and I reach out to trace one of those stiff peaks, gently circling it with my thumb. She whimpers and arches into my touch.
At some point during the kiss when she ceased struggling, I’d released her arms. But as I touch her, she doesn’t make a move to shield her breasts or her pussy. She also makes no move to push me away. Instead, she rests against the pillows, trying to regulate her breathing as she stares at me with an increasingly heated expression.
“You’re mine.” I caress her hair. “Do you understand?”
Though a small glimmer of fear remains in her eyes, she gives a subtle nod and leans into my touch. Her eyes flutter shut, and she releases a satisfied sigh.
“Spread your legs for me, little female,” I say with a growl. “Show me how wet you are.”
Chapter 13
LEONA
He’s here.In my bedroom. I don’t know how it’s possible, how he managed to board theJansonnaand find me, buthe’s here.
My pussy aches and I can’t seem to catch my breath. He’s watching me carefully, waiting to see if I’ll obey his order to spread my legs. My face flames with embarrassment. Not only did he catch me pleasuring myself, but he probably heard me moaning his name as well. I was touching myself while thinking about him and he knows it.
His eyes darken, his expression becoming stern, and I sense he’s growing impatient. Though I’m hesitant to reveal the extent of my arousal to him, I know I don’t have a choice. If I refuse, he’ll likely punish me. Then he’ll force my legs apart and discover the moisture that’s gathered in my core. He’ll see how swollen my clit is too.
I inhale a shaky breath and lean back further on the pillows. Slowly, cognizant of his unblinking gaze, I bend my knees slightly and spread my thighs. A glance down shows I’m soaking wet, and I flush as a satisfied growl rumbles from his massiveframe. His nostrils flare as he leans closer to my center, and his eyes shine brighter.
He's shirtless, and oh what a perfect body he has. His muscles are huge and perfectly defined, and his upper chest is covered in glowing blue symbols. Tattoos, I guess. I study the markings, wondering what they mean.
My eyes drift lower to the colossal bulge in his thin black shorts. As I stare openly at his crotch, I think I glimpse a vibration, and when I hold my breath, I swear I can feel it. I swallow hard as nerves assail me.
Though I’m familiar with carnal pleasure, thanks to the thorough medical exam Zahhn gave me, I’ve never actually had sex before. Sure, he penetrated me with the metallic phalluses, but I’m not entirely certain what to expect.
What will happen if he claims me? Will he take me back to his ship? Will he keep me as his mate forever? Though I’m aching for his touch, I can’t help but worry about what will come later. Despite my intense attraction to Zahhn, I can’t imagine leaving my life on theJansonnabehind. Troubled ship or not, this is my home and I’m reluctant to say goodbye.
But as I become lost in the alien doctor’s heated purple gaze, I also find myself mourning the prospect of being parted from him. There’s a sharp tug inside me whenever I look at him, a flowing of power and emotion that feels like a tether between our hearts. A preposterous thought, maybe, but it’s the only way I can describe it.
