Page 51 of Invasion of Sorority Z

Her lips shake, and I am terrified that she views my caution as rejection. I cannot make her upset. I will not handle it well. I—

“Oh, Marrec,” she gushes, throwing her arms around my neck. “You’re so damn thoughtful. I have the best mate in the whole freaking universe. I’m going to suck your cock so hard when you let me.”

I breathe out, hugging her close. “I am only the best for you, and you are the best for me. Come, tiny one, I will rub your arms and soothe you to rest.” Nothing would be more appealing. Except for Stee-vee sucking my cock so hard that my eyes are clouded with stars, but now is not the time.

Our new bedroom is much like the chambers on the big ship that I have slept in with Stee-vee many times. Less technology is obvious, but it still exists, only it is more hidden. To remain a home-like environment, computers and devices are disguised into the walls, rather than blatantly exposed. Our bed is large and resting against the center of the back wall. She tumbles into it, immediately sighing with happiness.

“Sooo comfy,” she slurs, tangling into the bedding.

With a pleased soul seed, I adjust the temperatures to her liking and climb in beside her. She wraps herself around me promptly, kissing my face many times as I begin to softly stroke her limbs. It is not long before she is limp in my arms, snoring softly.

With thoughts of the adventures we will have in the morning, my own mind drifts, and we sleep.

21

Ivy: Old World vine with lobed evergreen leaves and black berrylike fruits.

Stevie

Fire rushes through me as I become alert, heat surging from my stomach down to my toes. Confusion takes over my mind, clouding my thoughts until I recognize what I’m feeling. There’s a tongue between my legs.Insideof me.

My hands are still aching from sleeping on them, wobbling as I reach out, eyes remaining sealed tight. Fingers thread between my mate’s warm and silky hair, grip tightening on instinct. I can’t see him—feeling too floaty from sleep to fully wake—but I know this is real. His mouth between my legs, tongue sinking in and out of my core while his nose brushes the sensitive bud just above. The pleasure is just too good to be a dream.

“Marrec,” I whisper, the sound choking its way out of my throat.

A pleased rumble vibrates against my flesh. His big hands glide up my thighs, caressing the skin in a loving manner. The tongue inside of me dips deeper and curls up, sending an expected rush of pleasure jolting through me.

“Please don’t stop,” I cry. My thighs crowd the sides of his face, squeezing tightly around him and my hips lift, butt lifting off of the bed.

Marrec isn’t bothered by my legs surrounding him, but is spurred on by this, only adding to his efforts to push me over the edge. Squeezing my hips, he uses the grip to spear me farther on his tongue, holding me as close to him as he can get me. Every part of me throbs, blood rushes to my ears, and I break.

My thighs fall open, all of the energy in them disappearing as my orgasm peaks. Eyes fluttering open, I finally see Marrec. The sun illuminates the room through the window panes, kissing Marrec’s beautiful skin with warm light. His hooded eyes hold mine, obvious adoration in them as he slowly licks my pussy until I stop pulsing there.

He moves, lifting himself up and strokes through my core with his fingers, his eyes falling shut. Mine shut as well, and my heavy heartbeat thuds through my ears. Moments pass where we just breathe, coming down from the sweet, sweet high.

“Good morning, my pretty blossom,” he greets, looming over me with a wet mouth. “You yelled so lovely for me on this day. Your sounds made my cock flood without touch.”

My brows draw together, and I look down between our bodies, surprised by the sight. His cum is soaked all over my bare stomach, beginning to drip down my ribs, and I didn’t even notice.

“You made me so delirious I missed it,” I tell him, half complaining about it. Ilovewatching his dick when he loses his mind and shoots without warning. It’s insanely hot. I’m also sort of impressed that my satisfaction was so blinding that I missed his.

“I will make sure you see it the second time,” he vows. He cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, licking the moisture away after, and then leans down for a deep kiss. “First, I must feed yourtummybefore it growls at me with need.”

My eyes roll, but fooddoessound good right now.

“Hmmm, what will you feed me?”

“Many foods,” he says ominously. “I will show you to your room of powders, and then begin cooking for yourtummy.”

He finds himself so amusing, and it’s honestly the funniest part of him teasing me. He’s freaking adorable.

“How about you get me to the bathroom to wash off mytummy, wise guy.”

He perks up even more—if that’s possible. “I am flattered by your compliments, my mate.”

I don’t have the heart to tell him I wasn’t being sincere. “Well, good. Now clean me up, mister.”

He does just that.

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