Page 53 of Healing His Mate

Her claws tear at my tunic as mine fumble with the waist of her leggings. I need to feel her skin against mine. I need to plunge my cock deep inside her body.

“Vye-let, you would not know this, but what is happening between them is sacred, and physically undeniable. They will be fucking for quite some time,” I hear Varrek mumble in the background. “Would you like to return to Oluura with me and depart for Trovilia a few days from now?”

“I would very much like to return to Oluura,” Bruvix quickly says.

“Ugh,” Vye-let groans, annoyed. “No, it’s fine. I’m too impatient for that. I’ll just hole up in my quarters. The ship isn’t gonna crash or anything, is it? Without Bruvix at the controls? Because I have zero piloting experience.”

“No, no,” Varrek assures her.

My tongue is leaving a trail down Nalba’s neck as I hear Varrek’s footsteps cross behind me.

“I shall just check the route here . . .” he trails off. “Ah, there. If they continue to fuck throughout the remainder of your journey, you should arrive safely. Just make sure to interrupt them when it is time to land. Waldric will need to do that manually.”

“How will I know it’s time to land?” she asks, her voice distant, but I stop listening. My mate, my inara, is in my arms and I am never letting her go.

A whoosh from the door to the ship sounds. The electric hiss of another farther away follows it. Varrek, Bruvix, and Vye-let have left the bridge. We are alone.

I am alone with my inara.

“Wait!” Nalba gasps against my lips and jerks her head back. “I need you to know something.” She swallows, and her lip wobbles as if she is about to cry. “I-I do not care about Old Nalba. How she lived or what she would want. I may not have her memories, but I do not need them. My future is by your side. I want my days to be spent within your arms. I want to eat as much of your delicious food as you will feed me.” She presses her forehead against mine and sniffles. “I am honored to be your mate because you are brilliant, loving, and so very handsome. I could not ask for a more perfect male.”

I kiss away the tears that fall, each press of my lips a promise that I will never make her cry.

Nalba resumes her frantic quest to strip me of my clothing. Once my chest is bare, she alternates between sucking on my skin, tracing the lines of my tattoo, and gently nibbling with her fangs.

Our bodies separate only long enough to fully undress. When my Nalba is naked before me, I see her prepare to pounce, but I step back. I sigh as I take in the sight of her. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” I tell her.

Blood rushes to her cheeks and she smiles timidly.

Elle-noor was right when she said I should compliment Nalba on other things besides her mind. It is clear she has not been told enough how radiant she is, given how stunned she always seems when I say the words. A crime, really, that she would ever question it.

Not anymore, I decide. If it takes the rest of my life to make her see how exquisite she is, my time will be well spent.

When she leaps into my arms, I do not protest. I want this as much, if not more, than she does. To solidify our bond, joining our bodies in the most sacred of ceremonies, ultimately linking our minds for eternity. I have wanted it for years.

“How do you want it?” I growl into the skin beneath her ear as I bite into it.

“Aah!” she cries out, her claws scraping against my scalp. “Floor. Let me ride you.”

Her words, the promise of what is to come, send blood rushing to my cock. Pre-come pools at the tip as I guide us down, sprawling on my back. I feel the wetness of her cunt on my stomach as she writhes against me before lifting herself in order to move back. She takes my cock in hand, hissing a breath at the sight of her fingers wrapped around the head as she guides me toward her entrance.

I pull myself up to a seated position and swirl my tongue around her nipple, plucking the other with my fingers. I expect her to go slow, but my inara has never been the patient sort. I should know better. She impales herself on my cock in one smooth motion, sinking all the way down until our hips meet. “Waldric!” she roars, throwing her head back.

I thrust up into her, stars dancing at the edge of my vision as her wet heat grips me like a vise. It is the most divine sensation of my lifetime. My cock vibrates, and I feel her k'billita swell against either side of my cockhead. Her face twists into an expression of sinful agony as she attacks my neck with her lips. I do not know how long I can last. She feels too good.

Soon we are slamming into each other, my sac tightening against my body. I am close.

“Yes!” she chants, her eyes pinched closed. “Yesyesyesyes.”

I will not come before her. I refuse. Luckily, I know just how to launch her over the edge. Tearing the tie from her mane, I grab as much as I can, twisting the loose strands around my fingers and fist. With my other hand, I grip the rounded globe of her bottom, delighting in the way the soft flesh fills my palm. Then I tug on her mane at the same moment that I slap the smooth skin of her ass.

She screams into the side of my neck. Her k'billita pulses against my cock as her inner walls flutter around me, gripping and releasing at a rapid pace. I come with her, my seed filling her as her cunt squeezes my cock.

Her fangs sink into the skin just above my collarbone, and my lips curl into a smile at her chosen location for a mate mark. She wants the world to know I am hers, so she marked me in a place that will be seen by all, no matter what I wear.

Where shall I mark her? My brilliant inara. Where would she want this display of commitment on her body?

Then it hits me.

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