Page 4 of A Treat For Her Mates

I’m ready to say no. We’ve got to stay focused. The mission! But right now, there’s nothing to do but wait while Miranda’s at work. It’s frustrating. Infuriating! I want to punch a hole in the wall, not waste my time getting off. Only, I look at H’Aart: my partner, mate, and friend. Mischief dances in his pale eyes, and his movements are loose and carefree. He makes a reasonable point. Why not relax with him? It would be a hell of a lot more fun than simmering in my worries and drowning in want for the untouchable human. Curses. Just thinking of her sends a storm of emotion coursing through me. Fear. Chaos. Desire.

H’Aart knows how much I hate losing control, can probably taste the flavor of my current confusion, but he still manages to smile, to flirt, to pull me out of my head. Ahh, I love this man. As if hearing my words, his arms snake around my waist. It calms me, makes me want something else.

We’ve already bonded so the sensations pass between us seamlessly. In our brief interaction with Miranda, it was clear that it could be the same with her if she chose to join us. Thinking of her again, makes me lose my last inhibition. I turn to H’Aart and pull him closer.

“How exactly will you help me relax?” My voice comes out husky and H’Aart smiles with satisfaction.

“I have a few ideas.”

He pushes me against the cool chrome wall, and I shiver at the contact. In an instant, that chill is replaced by the heat of H’Art’s body pressed against me. He’s pulling my arms above my head so he can pin me in place, holding my wrists together against the wall in his strong left hand.

I let out a startled gasp. He leans in and takes my mouth in a commanding kiss, cradling my cheek with his other hand. I open to him with a moan my hips jutting forward, trying to get more contact.,

He kisses me hard, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. A rush of heat sizzles through me. I suck his tongue, eager to be plundered, penetrated by my mate.

“I love how easy you are,” H’Aart teases, and all I can do is whimper and push my hips towards him again. He slides his hand from my cheek to the bulge in my pants. I sigh as he glides over my straining cock. “Is that what you want?”

“Yeah,” I rasp, but he already knows. We’ve done this a thousand times, and even if we hadn’t, he has a direct connection to my emotions.

“Beautiful,” he smiles.

He frees my cock and weighs its length in his hands before giving it a squeeze. I groan, enjoying the sensation but needing more. I do my best to thrust into his hand, and he laughs, tightening his grip so it stings deliciously. I can feel his excitement coursing through me, how my pain and desperation feeds his. He releases my cock and spits into his hand. Then he grasps me again, now sliding up my length and stroking me gently. I groan and thrust harder into his hand.

“Please,” I beg and he laughs again.

It angers me, excites me, and has me thrusting fitfully into his hand.

“Well, since you asked nicely…” He relents and grasps me tighter, jacking me harder. He twists his wrists and squeezes the base.

“Ahhh.” Is all I can manage to say, but H’Aart understands. He knows that I’m nearing my peak, that I’m completely undone.

“Love you like this,” he says and kisses me again, owning me with his touch. He strokes my cock in time with the thrusts of his tongue, squeezes my wrist, and relentlessly kisses me until I’m crying out into his mouth, coming all over his hands and nearly collapsing against the wall.

“Thank you,” I gasp.

He gently releases my wrists and lowers my hands. He runs an affectionate thumb over the light bruises he’s made.

“You okay?” He asks, his eyes focused warmly on mine.

“Better than okay.”

“Good, because I was thinking...”

“I know what you were thinking.” I grin and lower to my knees.

I look up at him, and he returns the smile. He runs a cum-drenched finger over my lips.

“If you know, then open up.”

Chapter 3: Miranda

The doorbell rings, and I run to the door. Is it time? I’m ready with a giant bowl of candy and my sexy alien costume. I hit the button to turn on the spooky music and start up the smoke machine before swinging open the door for trick or treaters. Damn. It’s just Jen standing there with a grocery bag. My face must fall because she puts her hands on her hips and scowls at me.

“Great to see you too,” she says.

I shrug, turn off the smoke, and step back to let her in.

“Sorry, but you know how I get about Halloween.”

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