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“Commander Rejik Eslir Harrir of Reska, do you take Bronwyn Undermark, Siren of the Silver Clan of the Edinar as your bonded mate?”
He smiled. “Gladly and freely.”
Harrir exhaled. “As captain of this vessel, I am authorized to formalize your bond. Do you wish to say any other words to each other for the records?”
Bronwyn nodded. “Rejik, I knew the moment that I saw you that you were my mate. While I did not know myself, I knew you. Whatever is brought to us in the future in terms of life, family or children, I will meet them with you gladly and happily.”
He blinked rapidly to clear his vision and she smiled as he prepared to speak. “Bronwyn, you were mine from the moment I ripped your shelter away. While there were others with us, you looked only at me and that kind of focus in the face of the unknown is something I want with me for the rest of our lives. I will offer you my wealth, my life and my love if you will take me as your bonded mate and mate of your soul.”
She teared up and would have kissed him, but Harrir’s hand separated them. “I now pronounce you bonded mates and by the witness and my own eyes, we bless what we have seen. You may now kiss your partner.”
He removed his hand and they met half way. His lips filled her with heat and she moaned into his mouth, her control wavering and causing a cascade of lust to run through him.
He shook and his muscles tightened under her sonic caress.
Harrir cleared his throat. “Permission granted to seek privacy.”
Bronwyn squeaked as Rejik lifted her to carry her to her quarters. They passed a few folk in the halls, but Bronwyn only noted them absently. Watching Rejik’s aura flare wildly as his arousal grew was hypnotic. She wanted to stare at it all day.
Inside her quarters, she tore at his clothing and he ripped at hers. When they finally were naked, she took in every inch of him and hummed her approval. As he closed his eyes, she leaned forward and blew a stream of sound across his flesh.
He groaned and she pressed her advantage, using her mouth and hands to direct him to the bed. Rejik fell back and she followed him onto the bed.
Rejik ran his hands over her skin and she shivered while trailing lower and lower.
With her mind restored, she knew all about her talent and just how to use it in this kind of situation. When she hummed across his pressure points, his hands gripped her shoulders and as she neared the straining stalk of his cock, she changed her pitch.
Precum was slowly coursing out of him. She flicked at his cock with her tongue, learning his taste and running her lips over him with a special song just for his shaft.
“Bronwyn, please.”
She looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes. “What is my name?”
Her tone vibrated with the desire that was coursing through her and he grabbed her and flipped her to her back. He whispered her name against her flesh as he sucked at her breasts, trailed kisses down her belly and nestled his mouth against her core.
She arched into the stroke of his tongue, the caress of his fingers and the heady sound of her name coming from his lips, over and over.
When she was on the edge of release, he surged up her body and between her trembling thighs. He pressed a kiss to her lips and whispered her name as he pushed against her opening, widening her by tiny increments.
She repeated his name as he rocked into her and when he was firmly seated, she moaned, wrapping her legs around him. He slid against her, sweat easing the slick rock of his hips against her. They surged and thrust together until their voices let out the other’s name on a moan.
With Rejik still inside her, she started to whisper to him in a wordless mantra.
He looked down at her with surprise when his cock jerked inside her again. “You could have asked.” He shifted and slowly rocked back and forth in a relaxed rhythm.
“You might have said no and I have always dreamed of having a man of my own.” She circled her hips against him, luxuriating in the feel of him moving inside her.
He smiled and pinned her hands above her head, causing her breasts to press against his chest. “You only ever have to ask.”
She twisted against him and leaned up, whispering, “I will remember that, Rejik.” She put all of her seduction into her voice. “But move a little harder now, I want this to be a night we both remember.”
His laughter and the full shudder as her voice stroked his nerves from the inside out warmed her. Her lover, her life, her future was here in his arms.
Hours later, she woke covered in cold sweat. She turned to him and asked him desperately, “What is my name?”
He stroked her spine and murmured, “Bronwyn, my love, my heart,” until it was written on her soul and then she returned to sleep secure in the knowledge that he would always know her name…even when she didn’t.
She would never have to doubt that she had a name and that she had a man and that both were hers until she died.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.