by Mina Carter
He reached her, his hand sliding around the back of her waist to haul her up against him. She landed against his broad chest, a small gasp escaping her at the impact. No further words seemed necessary, which was a good thing since she’d lost the ability to frame a coherent thought. There was only heat… need… and an overwhelming desire to touch him.
Her hands spread out over his chest, her breath catching in the back of her throat at the solid muscle she felt there. Muscles she remembered the feel of, pressed against her as they moved together… or her breasts mashed against them as he pinned her to the bed. Her cheeks burned as she looked up and caught his gaze.
His eyes blazed with heat as he hooked his fingers under her chin and tilted her head to just the right angle. Leaning down, he claimed her lips. The kiss scorched her, hard and voracious. He kissed her like she was the only woman in existence. His lips caressed hers, then parted them with a decisive sweep of his tongue. Growling in the back of his throat, his tongue slid against hers.
She crowded closer, gripping his t-shirt in her hands as she moaned into his mouth. His hand cupped the nape of her neck as he walked her backward. She broke the kiss on a gasp, pulling at the fabric.
“I miss your leathers,” she complained. “This covers too much.”
His grin was wicked against her lips. “Well, nothing’s stopping you taking it off, kelarris…”
She wasn’t ashamed of the tiny moan of need that escaped her. Yanking on his t-shirt, she pulled it free of his pants. His breathing caught, abs bunching as she slid her hands over them.
His growl made her laugh with delight, the sound soft in the room, but then he kissed her again. It was hot, hard, and possessive. Instantly, she melted against him, her hands trapped between them as his slid down to the back of her hips, holding her against him. His tongue swept into her mouth at the same moment the thick, solid bar of his cock pressed against her.
Heat spiraled through her. She kissed him back, open-mouthed and needy, as she pulled the shirt up and over his head, breaking the kiss for a second.
The back of her knees hit the bed. A second later, they tumbled down to the soft surface. Hands pulled at clothing, hers or his, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she needed to touch him, kiss him, more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. He was her man, her husband.., her mate and there would never be a time she didn’t want him or welcome him.
Her dress disappeared. She shivered as a callused hand swept up her side. A thumb traced the curve on the underside of her breast, and she arched upward, offering more of herself to him. Offering him everything she was.
He groaned, muscled thigh between hers to part them and bent his head to enfold her nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. Heat lanced from the beaded tip down to her aching clit, and she pressed against him, her hand driving into his short hair. She mourned the loss of his flowing locks, but she really liked this new, more ruthless version of him.
He growled as she gripped and nipped lightly, making her hiss in pleasure before he moved to the other breast. Lavishing attention on the twin mounds, his hand sliding down between her legs, kept parted by his muscular legs. He was still half-dressed, the rough fabric of his pants abrading the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.
She got his belt undone and his zip halfway down before it hit her. “These have a zip…”
He paused, his fingers sliding between her pussy lips, and looked down at her. “Uh-huh. You want to discuss clothing options now? Or can we do this…”
He found her clit and she whimpered. He knew how to touch a woman… her… in precisely the right way. Her movements stalled for a second as he kissed along her neck, circling and stroking… teasing and tormenting.
Then she managed to get his pants open. His cock sprang free. Wrapping her hand as far around him as she could, she stroked. He groaned, his actions between her thighs faltering, but then it was game on.
They stroked and teased each other, each trying to make the other break first until he growled. Shoving her hand away, he dropped his hips and set himself against her. Their gazes connected as he pushed forward. She bit her lip at the pressure, then her breathing hitched as her body parted, stretched wide around his thick cock. Her hands found his upper arms. Gripped as he pushed more. As he filled her…stretched her.
“Oh god,” she murmured, her head dropping back. “That feels so good.”
“It’s about to feel even better,” he promised, his voice a low rumble.
His hips moved, pulling back before he surged forward again. Then again and again. Working himself into her, bit by bit. She moaned, the sound sharp in the silence of the room. Turning her head, she made to stifle it, but he growled.
“No. I want to hear your pleasure,” he ordered, bracing himself with one arm by her head and sliding the other under her hips. “You’re mine. My mate. And I want everyone to know it.”
She gave a small smile at the possessive note in his voice, but it was wiped away as he surged forwards again, filling her to the hilt. Her hands tightened on his arms, nails biting into his skin. He’d already paused, throbbing deep within her.
“You’re mine, Lizzie,” he told her again, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers. “And more than that… I love you. I have since the moment I saw you, since the moment they brought you into the healer’s hall, asleep. I knew then that I loved you.”
Her heart melted. “I loved you from the moment I heard your voice in my dreams. When I woke up, I needed to find you.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. But I promise you, we’ll never be apart again. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy, my little human kelarris.”
She grinned against his lips and rolled her hips against him. “Good. How about you start right now?”
And he did… All night long.
Epilogue
“Are you sure about this, kelarris?” Saal murmured to his little mate as they stood at the back of the Sprite’s bridge. Through the viewport in front of them was a small group; Lizzie’s sister, Jess, with her baby daughter in her arms, and her mate, lord healer Laarn with his arm around her shoulders. Next to them was Amanda K’Vass, Lizzie’s mother. Her family. Come to see her off. The two women were already crying, even though they waved and smiled.
“I mean, you’ve not been awake long. We can stay longer if you need time with your family.”
The ship’s engines whined as they cycled in preparation for take-off. Lizzie shook her head, looking up at him with a soft look. “I will always miss them, but… my place is here, with you. My home is where you are.”
Warmth filled Saal’s chest and spread outward through his body as he hugged his little mate closer. Out the corner of his eye, he didn’t miss the approving look T’Raal, the Warborne leader, sent Lizzie’s way. Latharian hearing was far keener than human, so he had no doubt the rest of the crew had heard his mate’s words.
And approved.
He sighed in contentment, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head as the engines engaged, and the ship lifted off. The farewell party dwindled to ants, the view giving way to the upper atmosphere and then the blackness of space.
They’d left Lathar Prime. Rather than feeling sadness as he’d expected, he was happy.
Finally, he’d found a family, a home… and a mate he would adore to the grave and beyond.
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