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How can it feel so good yet hurt at the same time?
Pleasure and pain combine, though the bliss seems to feed off the agony and I don’t understand why. All I know is that I’ve become so wanton that even though it’s uncomfortable, even though I’m already getting sore, I can’t help but thrust my center back to meet Kameer’s eager plunges.
My whimpering moans echo off the walls, interspersed with my mate’s deep animalistic growls. The bed quakes and groans so loudly, I fear it’s on the verge of collapsing beneath us. Honestly, it’s a wonder the huge Darrvason hasn’t ripped away the bolts securing it to the floor and wall.
If that’s a challenge, he sends down the tether,I will gladly accept. Shall I fuck you harder? Shall we try to break the bed?
Stop reading my thoughts, Kameer. Get out of my head.
Might I remind you that you’re in my head too, pretty human? Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Let the heartbond form. It’s fate.
Fate. My pulse skitters at the thought. How can being bought and mated against my wishes by a big, dominant alien be fate? I curse inwardly because he can likely hear these thoughts too, but it’s a relief when he doesn’t offer a comment.
Another release builds, a rushing wave of ecstasy tinged with pain that I cannot stop. My poor clit. How can I possibly withstand another climax?
I almost sob with relief when Kameer snarls and his upper shaft swells larger inside me, a precursor to his own ending.
Oh, God. The size of him just before he spurts is almost too much to take, yet he pummels me to completion, spilling his seed in my depths, and somehow, I survive.
He withdraws from my center and his seed trickles from my core, running down my thighs to hit the floor again. My face grows hot as I shift in place, silently praying he’s finished with me for the night. The plug feels huge in my ass and I’m eager tohave it removed, and I don’t think my poor abused clit can suffer any more attention.
Kameer helps me stand before setting me on the bed and guiding me to lean back. He grasps my ankles and gives a brief tug, arranging me so my ass rests on the edge. He guides my legs around his waist.
My heart races as I hold his gaze.
Is he about to do what I think? He’s never claimed me while facing me before, though I’ve never questioned why. I simply assumed mounting a female from behind was a Darrvason preference.
He grasps his upper appendage and aligns it with my center. His glowing red gaze brims with heated lust, and my pussy clenches as I anticipate the first delicious thrust. Even if it hurts.
It won’t hurt, pretty human. In this position, my scrotum won’t be able to torment your clit. Let it never be said that I’m not merciful on occasion.Not only do I see his sudden smirk, but I sense it through the bond.
He surges deep and I cry out.
That’s it. Take it, Mandy. Take another hard pounding.
Chapter 22
KAMEER
In a narrow corridoron Deck Five, I frown at the environmental control panel. Annoyance burns through me. Just yesterday, my team spent half the day fixing a similar issue, and it bothers me that we might’ve missed something.
The Darrvason guards who’ve been following me everywhere stand in a group further down the hall, conversing amongst themselves, though I feel their eyes on me. They aren’t shirking their duty to protect me. I’m certain if another soul ventures down the corridor, the guards will stop them in their tracks.
I sigh as I consider the current problem. My crew is scattered amongst the lowest decks of theJansonnaas we attempt to discern the cause of the most recent disruption, and all signs point to sabotage.
I growl as I notice scratch marks on the outside of the panel, which is supposed to remain locked. I also discover evidence of tampering in the network that connects the systems of all twenty-two decks on the human worldship.
A virus, I realize as I interpret the readings. A Tretonnlian virus to be exact. Undoubtedly acquired at an outpost long ago but not inserted in the ship’s systems until recently. But why?
I transmit a message to my crew, informing them of the find, and we get to work on the eradication of the virus, which will soon affect the upper decks if we aren’t successful.
As I work, I send a quick message to Captain Warren about the virus, and I also request a meeting as soon as possible, though I don’t indicate the true purpose for my request. I’ll let him assume the topic is ship security and sabotage, though I have every intention of forcing him to drop the charges against Mandy’s father.
A short while later, the captain sends a reply, agreeing to meet in two days. I snort with amusement, wondering if his precious nose will be fixed by then.
I ponder how I might best convince him to have the charges against Mandy’s father dropped. He’s likely eager to make an example of Carl Benton, particularly given the recent unrest on theJansonna. Without my involvement, I fear the human male might be sentenced to ten years or longer.
Just as I start to formulate a plan, I detect a current of power coming from the control panel where there should be none. Frowning, I take a few steps back.
