Page 9 of Orange Lake
“It’s been more than two weeks!” Roqs looks equally frustrated as I am. Why do the gods test us like this?
“Whatever is happening to us happens all over the planet, lover. This is why I am still in love with you. You always think the best for us. Even though I don’t like you working for the Elders and would rather have you by my side. Many are in love but are not fated to be mates.”
I felt the same hurt inside my chest whenever Roqs and I are talking about being mates. It’s like having a dull crystal chipping parts of my heart.
Every. Single. Time.
I walked closer to Roqs. Taking his head in both hands, I traced his cheekbones with my index finger. “I don’t want to lose you Roqs.”
I stepped closer to him. His body against mine feels just right. “And you will not lose me. Our love has been forged by time. I will not lose you. You are the one constant in my life and you kept me sane all these years.”
His eyes bore straight into mine. His eyes looked sad. “But you are not complete. You do not have the other half of your mate, lover. I know how much you desire this. How you wished it to be me.”
I held my breath. What he says is true. They said when one sees their true mate, you forsake all other lovers and stay true to your mate or mates. And for our race, if Brin is my female, then that means there could be 1 or 2 more males in our family.
Roqs pressed his forehead against mine. “This I vow, lover. Until such time you meet the other half of you, I will protect Brynn, and I will be yours.”
Roqs. I do not know if I whispered it out loud or if he heard me. His lips found mine and we are tonguing each other and tearing each other's clothes. I barely registered my claws are out but not long enough to damage him. I did not feel the impact of the dirt beneath my back as Roqs pushed me to the ground.
We are in sync as we push our bodies together to make love. Or simply to fuck. Or to seal the promise between us. I don’t want to lose him. Those were my thoughts as I switched places and pounded hard against him.
Roqs is mine.
I argued as I panted on the side of his head. I could feel him marking my body with his claws, with his bites on the side of my neck, his tail urgently pushing inside my ass. He has the same need of marking me ashis.
It has always been like this ever since we realized we are attracted to each other. We think no other lover will tear us apart. It is just that our beasts are stubborn to accept what we want.
“Zirc!” my lover exclaimed as I felt his warm seed explode against my stomach and chest.
It drove me to cum inside him, trying to claim and mark him as mine.
Damn this mating business.
I panted. I can feel and hear Roqs chuckling against me. I looked down and saw his face flushed, some sweat on his face and neck.He has that soft, just-been-fucked look on his face. He only shows this side of him when we are alone.
Roqs keep his promises. If such a time happens and I found my true manasty mate, I wish I can still keep Roqs with me. Forever.
Chapter 3
MANASTIES
Brynn
My body felt heavy. As if I’m swimming in water. My limbs are somewhat floating. I feel peaceful.
Slowly, I tried to open my eyes. I felt I needed to wake up now. Someone or something is brushing up against me. I thought it was my cat Puddles. For a cat, he likes to wade into wet things. Dad thinks he has some van cat blood inside him. Van cats can swim and likes to roll around water. Well, Puddles is a black and white cat. More like a black cat with a neatly tied bow in white at his front.
I jerked upright. Eyes wide open, almost gasping. I remembered. Family. Aliens. Explosion. Zirc. Roqs. Scattered body parts on the floor.
I heaved and tried to find a garbage can or anywhere I can puke.
A heavy arm pushed across my chest. I tried to get it off so I can go up and puke. I was on a bed, looking almost sterile with its pristine white bedsheet. My clothes had been changed. I was trying to stop my vomit but those images kept repeating in my head. I wanted to scream but can’t.
“Easy, easy,” somebody crooned. “What is wrong with her?” the man holding me growled. By now, I had my hand up in my mouth. I tried to calm myself but my insides are having a revolt.And why is the bed so big? I can barely see the edge of it.
“I don’t know. Let me try this,” the other man said. In my peripheral vision, I saw an IV line. I looked at the tattooed furry arm tugging at my captor and saw it on the back of my palm. But I do not feel any needle. It’s surface is smooth and soft like a patch of cotton. I stopped struggling and looked at that hand. It was not exactly a cotton but more like a cloth.
I saw a man at the side of my bed dressed in colorful robes. He held a silver disk, put it in a small console wherein a viscous white liquid started traveling up my IV line. I was about to take the patch off but I felt less nauseated. Whatever he put in there calmed me down a bit.
