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“Just as I suspected. So very slick and nicely swollen.” He withdraws his hand from my pants, and as I try to catch my breath, I open my eyes to see what he’s planning next. Surely he won’t just leave me in this desperate state of wanting.
“Please.” I’m so ashamed by the plea that escapes my mouth that I cringe, wishing I could take it back.
His gaze brims with victory as he rises to his feet. “Stand up, pretty female. Stand up so I can more easily undress you.” When I hesitate, he adds, “Be obedient and do as I say.”
Chapter 8
KAMEER
I watchMandy flush as she becomes lost in an internal struggle. I know she’s weighing her choices and trying to decide whether to obey my order to stand up. If she continues to resist, she will soon discover I am a male who expects total obedience from my mate.
“Stand up,” I repeat in a commanding tone, and I take a step back to give her space.
She sits up against the pillows and shifts position, hugging her knees to her chest. Her eyes are wide and soulful as she peers up at me. “Please. We don’t even know one another. I only met you a few hours ago. You can’t possibly expect me to get naked in front of you. I-I have never taken my clothes off in front of a man before.”
“The sooner we mate, pretty human, the sooner we will understand one another. Have you heard about Darrvason heartbonds?”
She nods. “A little. I know that physical copulation results in some kind of permanent bond between a mated pair. My friendLeona is mated to a Darrvason, and she has glowing symbols on her upper arms. She told me they were caused by the heartbond, though she didn’t go into any detail about it. Will the bond make me instantly fall in love with you or something?”
Leona? Ah, so she knows Doctor Zahhn’s mate. How interesting.
The hopefulness in Mandy’s dark eyes causes my heart to soften, an unusual feeling I haven’t experienced in ages, if ever. We aren’t yet mated, but already she is having a profound effect on me. How badly I want to tell her yes, yes, a heartbond will make her fall instantly in love with me, but that would be a lie, and I cannot in good conscience offer an untruth to my mate.
“No, a heartbond will not cause you to fall in love with me, nor will it cause me to fall in love with you. But once it is fully formed and you wear my ancestral markings on your arms, we’ll be able to sense one another’s thoughts and emotions. Most mated pairs can also speak to one another telepathically.”
“That sounds terrifying.” Mandy puts out a hand in a defensive manner, scoots across the mattress, and stands up on the other side of the bed, once again using the blasted piece of furniture as a barrier between us. “I don’t want to mate with you or share a heartbond with you. Absolutely not.”
Displeasure flows through me. I’m one of the wealthiest, most ingenious, and most successful Darrvasons my people have ever known, yet she is averse to a heartbond with me. When I was a young male, fathers fought for a chance to betroth their daughters to me. I try to push away a vision of Xersonna, the female who became my mate just two moon cycles before the war against the Yelltzins broke out.
I suppress a growl. The truth is, Mandy and I might never fall in love. But a heartbond will help us understand one another and hopefully share a mutual respect. It will also allow me to better protect her, as I’ll be able to sense if she’s in danger and possiblytrack her location during an emergency. A phantom pain sears my chest, the same sick feeling I experienced when Darrva was destroyed and Xersonna was instantly killed.
Before I can think better of it, I say, “Perhaps I should remind you that without my people’s help, humankind would have perished many moon cycles ago. Perhaps I should also remind you the main purpose of the Darrvason-human alliance, the reason we agreed to help humankind in the first place, is to ensure the continuation of the Darrvason race. Without human females, my kind would die out in a matter of decades. I have a duty to my people, and I must claim you and breed you as many times as safely possible.”
She pales and wraps her arms around herself, once again backing into a wall. “That also sounds terrifying. Please, let me go home. Let me return to my family. I swear I won’t tell anyone about this.”
As my patience frays, I round the bed and approach her with rapid steps, then grab her and delve a hand into her pants to stroke her increasing wetness.
During her pleading to be returned to her family, the scent of her arousal remained thick in the air. I suspected I would find her slicker than before, and I’m right.
She’s positively drenched.
Her whimpers are a musical sound to my ears, and I revel in the breathless moans she tries to swallow.
I consider her question about heartbonds and love, deciding to further clarify the mating practices of my people. “Darrvasons do not mate for love. We mate for the purposes of companionship and procreation, and until the war, mating unions were arranged.”
But had I eventually loved Xersonna? We shared a heartbond for such a short time that I’m not certain, though the Darrvason female had my unwavering devotion.
I push aside thoughts of my late mate, telling myself she’s gone and there’s nothing I can do to bring her back. For the good of the Darrvason Empire, I must focus on the future. I must focus on Mandy.
I peer into the little human female’s eyes as I zero in on the pulsating button that rests just within her folds. Shortly before the first wave of human females were given to my people, our doctors examined several women to determine their mating capabilities. All the reports mentioned a small, sensitive nubbin located within the female’s nether folds, called a clit in human terminology. The longer I stroke Mandy here, the more responsive she becomes. Her whimpers and moans increase, as does the scent of her arousal.
My fingers glide from her clit back to her core, where I find an immense level of moisture. I push a fingertip into her tightness, testing her readiness to be claimed.
Fluxx, her mating channel is small, yet I also know from the physicians’ reports that human females can accept an intrusion the size of a Darrvason cock. Her feminine core will stretch around my lengths as I pound her, as I claim her as mine for all time.
My dual shafts press against the front of my pants, and I growl as my scrotum vibrates faster. Longing scorches through me, and my ancestral markings tingle anew.
I pray the heartbond will occur quickly, rather than take days or several moon cycles to finish forming. It’s my hope that the more frequently I rut Mandy, the quicker the bond will form.
