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I sense his pleasure through the… bond. It’s terrifying but also calming and intimate. It’s my greatest fear and it’s coming to pass.
Will his ancestral markings appear on my arms soon?
My stomach flips at the prospect even as I yearn for the closeness that I suspect the heartbond will bring.
But along with closeness, it’ll likely bring plenty of complications too.
I’m not very good at hiding my emotions. Nor am I good at keeping my mouth shut when I should. If I cannot hide thoughts and feelings from Kameer even when I try, will it lead to strife between us? I’ve harbored more than a few unkind thoughts about him, particularly in the early days of our mating union, and there’s also the fact that I’ve been hoping to prevent the heartbond and even escape him. Not that I had any concrete plans.
Will a stray thought be enough to anger him? Will it be enough to get me in trouble? I think of the strap and fight back a shudder.
The last spurt of his seed fills my mouth, and a weird sense of peace descends as I swallow.
Peace. Submission. Belonging.
I feel a tad lightheaded as I sneak a glance at Kameer. He withdraws his length from my mouth and cups the side of my face.
Despite my trepidation about the bond, I lean into his touch and soak up a wave of comfort that seems to come straight from the depths of his soul.
His red eyes gleam with victory, and I know why. He believes he’s succeeding in his quest to conquer me. He also suspects the heartbond is about to form between us. Any moment now.
He brushes a hand along my right arm. “Soon, pretty human. Yes, I think it will happen soon. There’s already no going back. You’re my mate. There’s no escape for you.”
My throat burns. “I know.”
A smirk plays over his lips. “I won’t punish you for having thoughts of escape, Mandy, but I would fucking hunt you down if you ever left me. I would also kill anyone who got in my way and tried to keep you from me.”
Clear as a movie on a screen, I glimpse an image of Kameer in the salon standing over Ned, a blaster in each hand. It’s Selection Day, the day we met. In the vision, I see myself trembling behind the counter, staring at Kameer with wide eyes. Then the blasters go off in Kameer’s hands, multiple beams of red, and Ned is killed on the spot, burned to a crisp where he lay sleeping.
Of course, that’s not the way it happened. But it’s clear Kameer later harbored the fantasy of killing Ned in the salon, enough that he’d visualized it in great detail, enough that he was calling up that vision now. My heart races as I realize what this means. We’ve never discussed it, but he must know I was engaged to Ned. Otherwise, why would he entertain such a gruesome fantasy? Is he thinking about it on purpose? Or, like me, does he have trouble hiding his thoughts and emotions?
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Not wanting to know the answer, not yet brave enough to hear it, or sense it from my mate’s thoughts, I put up a wall around my mind. I picture a solid steel barrier, several feet in thickness, and I imagine it blocks my most intimate, private thoughts. Like my fear that Kameer murdered Ned or perhaps asked Captain Warren to arrange for the elderly Founder’s death. And whether he cared about Xersonna more than he cares about me.
Seemingly unaware of the wall I’ve erected, Kameer pushes his lower appendage—the largest one—to my lips. “Suck me again, little female. Accept my seed. Allow me to nourish you.” He grips my face and shoves inside my mouth.
Chapter 20
KAMEER
It pleasesme to know Mandy’s stomach is filled with my seed, and I regret that I waited so long to commence her oral training. I plan to spurt down her throat a second time soon, and perhaps even a third and a fourth. Already, my upper shaft is fully erect again.
I grasp her hair while I drive in and out, fucking her mouth with increasing speed. Her whimpers and moans vibrate through my lower appendage with each rapid plunge, and a wave of dizziness grips me as she glides her tongue along my hard shaft.
Fluxx, I could pound her face all night, filling her with my seed over and over.
Darrvason essence is highly nutritious, and long ago during a great famine, the males of my kind nourished their females and kept them healthy by spurting down their throats. Though there’s no famine at present, I’m still technically nourishing my mate.
I thrust faster, eager to erupt in her mouth once more, eager to keep spurting down her throat until she’s too full to accept another nourishment session.
My scrotum buzzes faster as sensation zips up my thighs. Both my appendages thicken, and the shaft in her mouth pulsates larger as another climax descends.
With a savage roar, I hold her head in place and pound faster, then shudder as torrents of my seed coat the back of her throat. Like before, she gags and her eyes gleam with tears, but she manages to swallow all that I give her.
Good little female, I send down the bond. Or at least I try. I’d sensed a few of her thoughts earlier, as well as her emotions, but I don’t think she’s receiving the message this time.
Perhaps it was only a fleeting connection that will precede the formation of the heartbond, a glimmer of what’s to come.
