As I turned toward the shower, something caught my eye in the mirror.
Something at the base of my spine.
I peered closer at it, turning myself at an angle to see it more clearly.
Dirt? I wondered.
I rubbed a hand over it and found it didn’t come off.
I ran the tap and filled my palm with water and scrubbed at it again.
And still, it wouldn’t come off.
Then, slowly, the realization dawned on me.
I recognized it for what it was.
It was the Joisa.
Beth wasn’t just a mate.
She was my fated mate!
And that changed everything.
8
FEON
Beth had gone to get some food in the cafeteria.
After the past few hours of solid lovemaking, the poor thing had exhausted herself.
I had bent her body into so many positions that she complained every muscle hurt.
But it was a complaint she seemed very willing to overcome and that only made me want her even more.
As I began to kiss her, pressing my lips against hers and reaching down to grab great handfuls of her gorgeous body, she chuckled and gently pushed me away, shaking her head.
“Oh no,” she said, waving a finger at me. “Not again! Not until I get some food in my belly! Don’t you guys need to recharge? Even for just a little while?”
“Usually, yes,” I admitted before placing my hands on her bare shoulders. “But what kind of male Krev would I be if I did not take full advantage of you with every minute that passed?”
I leaned forward to press my lips against hers again and she laughed, escaping and pulling on her négligée. “Well, female humans do need a little time to recover!”
I crept up behind her and ground my hard cock against her back.
She groaned and her head flopped back onto my shoulder.
I reached up under her négligée and grabbed a handful of her large swollen breasts.
It was now no surprise why she was so attractive to me.
Having the Joisa signify her as my fated mate just made my blood bubble with desire even greater than it naturally would have.
As I gently eased her négligée up and saw that she sported the same tattoo as mine at the base of her spine, it only further stoked my passion.
She hadn’t seen it yet, or if she had, she hadn’t mentioned it — and that didn’t seem very likely.