Page 25 of Stolen By the Wraiths
"Yes," she agreed breathlessly. "Only you. Always you."
The words triggered something primal in my biology. My movements became even more demanding, more possessive, driven by instincts that demanded thorough and unmistakable claiming. Her approaching climax was tangible: the way her inner muscles fluttered around me, the spike of her pheromonal output, the sounds escaping her throat.
"Come for me," I commanded, angling my thrusts to hit the spot that made her cry out. "Shatter on my cock like a good mate."
Her release was a tidal wave, a cry torn from her throat that seemed to shake the very walls as her body convulsed beneath me, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vise. But I didn't let her recover. "Again," I snarled, chasing her release while pushing her toward another peak. "Show me how completely you're mine."
She shattered again, a second, deeper wave of pleasure crashing over her, her back arching off the bunk as she screamed my name with raw, broken pleasure. Her body convulsed beneath mine, her inner muscles contracting around me in rhythmic pulses that drove me past the point of control.
"That's it," I snarled, driving into her with abandon now. "Come for me. Come on my cock while I claim you."
The biochemical feedback was overwhelming. Her pleasure triggered mine, which spiked my pheromonal output, which drove her even higher in endless feedback loop of mutual ecstasy. When my own release hit, it was explosive and all-consuming, my vision going white as I poured myself into her with claiming force.
"Mine," I roared as the bond locked into place permanently. "Forever mine."
She met my gaze, fierce and unafraid. "Yours, Ressh. And you're mine. I choose you—always."
The climax was more than physical pleasure. It was souls fusing at a molecular level, a permanent alignment of our organic systems, a transformation that left us fundamentally changed. For a timeless instant, the boundaries between us dissolved; we were a single soul experiencing the cataclysm of shared pleasure.
Light exploded behind my eyes as our nervous systems recognized each other and began forming permanent pathways. Her emotions flooded through me—satisfaction, completion, and love so overwhelming it stole my breath. Her pleasure was mine, her fulfillment was mine, her absolute certainty that she belonged to me was a brand on my soul.
When awareness returned, I was still buried deep inside her, both of us slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of what we'd shared. Our bodies were reluctant to separate—my cock still hard despite my release, her inner muscles still fluttering around me with aftershocks of pleasure.
"Holy fuck," she breathed, her voice wrecked and satisfied. "That was..."
"Life-changing," I finished, pressing my forehead against hers while fighting the urge to move inside her again. "World-ending. Perfect."
"I can feel you," she whispered, eyes wide with wonder. "Not just physically—emotionally. Your satisfaction, your possessiveness, the truth of my place as yours."
"Because you are," I said fiercely, still not pulling out of her welcoming heat. I gathered her close, the scent of our joining a heady mix in the small room. "There's no going back from this. You're mine. That's the only truth that matters now."
She smiled, the expression radiant with happiness that I felt as if it were my own. "Is it always this intense for bonded pairs?"
"I don't know," I admitted, gathering her closer while my body finally softened enough to slip from hers. "I've never been bonded before. But if this is what I've been missing my entire life..."
"No regrets?" she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.
"None," I said firmly, brushing a kiss to her temple, breathing in the new, shared scent of us. "You're mine now, permanently and irrevocably. Nothing in the galaxy can change that."
ALIX
The Epsilon Facility rose from the asteroid's barren surface, all sterile angles and polished metal, projecting the kind of institutional authority that made innocent people nervous and guilty ones sweat. As our transport approached the docking bay, Ressh's predatory focus rolled over me, protective and possessive. My pulse stuttered and desire coiled in my core.
"Remember," he murmured as we gathered our fabricated maintenance equipment, his voice carrying a low timbre that made my skin flush, "we're routine contractors here for standard bio-scanner calibration. Married last month, still adjusting to the permanent bonding."
The words sent liquid fire through me, an echo of last night's claiming. The ache between my thighs and sensitive skin on my throat were intimate reminders, but sharper still was the constant hum of his emotions—calm determination wrapped around fierce protectiveness, making me feel both invincible and desperately aroused.
"Got it," I replied, adjusting the tool kit on my shoulder. I consulted the facility schematic, my fingers tracing the lines with more force than necessary—a flimsy anchor against the magnetic pull of his body, a desperate attempt to focus on themission when all my instincts were screaming to turn and melt against him. "Try not to look like you want to fuck me against the nearest wall."
His dark chuckle sent a tremor through me, hunger spiking through our bond. "That's not helping my concentration," he growled, low enough that only I could hear.
The docking bay was precisely what I'd expected—all business, no comfort. Security personnel moved with military precision while automated systems handled cargo transfer. But what I noticed immediately was how everyone gave us space. Not obvious avoidance, but the subtle deference that bonded Tsekai commanded throughout the galaxy.
"Transport V-739, you're cleared for departure in 30 minutes," the bay supervisor announced without looking directly at us. Standard protocol when dealing with bonded pairs—minimal interaction unless absolutely necessary.
Perfect. Exactly the reaction we needed.
The security checkpoint was where our cover would be tested. Advanced bio-scanners, pheromonal analysis equipment, and genetic verification systems designed to catch infiltrators. But as we approached the screening station, calm confidence flowed from him. My training screamed for situational awareness, but my body was tuned to a different frequency—his. A low, primal hum of possession that bypassed conscious thought and settled deep in my gut.
