Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
I work my hand on the bottom of his shaft as I pop off and then plunge him into my mouth again.
His stomach flexes, every abdominal muscle on display as I continue. I lick the very tip of his shaft. And then I suck like a goddamn Hoover vacuum.
The light envelops us both. I want to give him more. Have to give him more. I can feel every ounce of his pleasure and it’s insane. Higher and harder than the orgasms he just gave me.
Reaching down, I find his heavy balls and fondle them, grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin of his head. He cries out an unintelligible noise, totally lost in pleasure. Oh, by the ancients, oh, oh—
His cum spurts into my mouth and in that explosive moment, there’s no more boundary line between us. I am his and he’s mine. He’s my past and my present and my future.
I scream another release around him as I gulp him down.
I’m barely done before he’s lifting me off of him and flipping me so that I’m on my back.
And then he eases his bottom cock inside my soaked and pleasure-plumped pussy, continuing our connection. But now it goes both ways.
I get it. I get why he spent so long eating me out. It was for my pleasure, yes, but also for his. And so he could connect to me.
Tears of happiness run down my face as he eases inside of me.
Naturally, his tongue sweeps along the edges of my eyes, tasting my tears and also wiping them away.
We make love and I know, no matter what happens, I will fight for this man harder than anything I’ve ever fought for in my life.
I might not be special but he is and I’m afraid of the lengths I might go to in order to keep him.
Chapter Seven
Ezo
“Ezo! My brother!” Shak pounds down the stairs of his new palace to greet me. His very pregnant mate follows but I barely see her before Shak throws his big arms around me in a welcoming embrace. “It is so good to see you down here on Earth with me where you belong.”
Where I belong. They are good words, ones I have longed to hear.
And to hear them from Shak who is not only my longtime friend, but now the King of our race… I shake my head in wonder.
Shak pulls back. “But where is your mate? She doesn’t need to be shy. Let’s see her. Has the transformation begun?”
I glance worriedly behind me, praying to the ancients that Ana didn’t hear him. I clasp Shak’s shoulder hard.
“It has not and do not speak of it,” I warn.
I think of how I woke this morning to find my beautiful mate crouched over, more water spilling from her eyes. Yesterday I thought it meant pleasure but this morning it meant pain and sadness.
She turned away from me even though I tried to hold her and ask her what was happening, what was wrong.
She escaped to the bathroom, though, closing the door behind her. It would not open again, so I tore the door off its hinges, only realizing after I had done it that it might scare her.
She was not scared of me, thank the ancients, but I knew I had to be more careful with her. I think she is like the hothouse flowers back on Draci. I’ll need to take great care and attention with her so her petals do not bruise.
At last she told me what was upsetting her. There were no scales coming through her skin, like happened with Shak’s mate. Apparently it happened the first time they coupled and Ana was expecting the same thing.
She wants my kit that badly.
I could not speak for many moments after she told me.
I had broken down the door because it was me who was afraid. I was afraid she regretted being my mate. I was afraid that everything I was afraid of was coming to pass. That yesterday’s perfection truly could not last, and today it would be gone.
I was afraid that Fortune’s scythe had swung, severing me from her.
Instead, it was only my beautiful mate being sorrowful I had not already implanted my kit!
I covered her precious body with mine and prayed my next words were true. “We have all the time in all the galaxies for making kits, beautiful Ana. Rarely does it happen on the first try.”
“Really?” She turned in my arms, her glistening eyes hopeful.
“Really,” I echoed her.
In truth, I have no idea what is the normal time to create a kit. Before Shak and his mate’s pregnancy, no kit has been successfully implanted in over two centuries and the birthrate was on the decline for many more years beyond that. There has been no normal among my kind for a very long time.