Chapter 9

Lips kissed my forehead before Ram's rumbly voice said, "Quincy, are you awake?"

"Mmm," was about all I could say while facedown in a pillow on the bed. I'd been sleeping better than I ever had in my life since being on the Norlon ship for the past few days. It wasn't a mystery why, though, because I was getting sex morning, noon, and night thanks to my big, insatiable mate.

Ram leaned against my side, kneading my ass with his long fingers. I smiled into the pillow, knowing exactly what was about to come out of his mouth.

"May I taste you and mate you again?" he whispered in my ear.

I spread my legs enough to lift my ass up, making room for my cock to stiffen beneath me. Turning my head, I peeked at him through my lashes. "You can do whatever you want."

I'd learned two things about being mated to a Norlon in the last three days.

First, we were in a honeymoon-type phase where sex was always on offer. Ram would ask permission every single time, the sweetheart, and whatever had him believing I was his mate drove him to fuck me every chance he got. But I was right there with him. It never occurred to me to deny him because I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

Second, Norlons had a special lube specifically for newly mated couples that let us keep at it without any physical consequences. Like my ass should be inside out at this point, but nope, I was fine. His cock should be chafed raw, but nope, he was good. He'd use his natural lube that coated his cock when it emerged from his pouch, but afterward, we'd both get a nice rubdown with the special lube that cooled and soothed and had us ready to go the next time the mood struck.

So when Ram moved around behind me, I tucked my legs under me and hugged my pillow, waiting for the long, glorious slide of his big dick into my waiting hole. But instead, I gasped at the sensation of his tongue flicking out against it. I absolutely had a thing for his tongue, so that he was back there licking and scenting me only went and amped up my lust like a rocket launch. Which was when I remembered that he'd said he wanted to taste me.

"Aw, god," I moaned as his fingers held me open and his tongue went in. "Yeah, get in there. Fuck, Ram, that's so good."

He hummed and sent his tongue in deeper, the forked tip wiggling around. Swear to god, it felt like there was a little snake up my ass, and when it wiggled across my prostate, I couldn't help the holler that jumped out of me. Ram chuckled, the sound vibrating on my sensitive skin, before withdrawing.

I was almost disappointed, but then I felt his tongue flicking against my sac and the underside of my stiff cock. His hot breath was washing across my hole, and then one of his fingers breached my ass. Just the tip, just a tease, but then everything he was doing back there was a giant tease that seemed designed to make me crazy. I could feel my cock leaking on the bedsheets and reached down to stroke myself.

Ram moved over me, his pebbled skin brushing across my back, until he could nuzzle my neck. "You taste like mine," he said in his sex-filled voice.

I wanted to say something back, tell him I was glad that I belonged to him, but the wide, flat head of his cock was pushing for entrance into my ass. I still couldn't believe that it moved the way it did, fucking itself into me like it was completely independent of the rest of him. He didn't have to move his hips at all, so he just leaned on me, let me feel how huge and strong he was, and his cock did all the work of getting inside me and going deep. I moved with it because I couldn't stay still and lightly teased my cock.

"No one can take you from me now," Ram growled.

I cried out as his cock punched into me as if to emphasize his claim.

"You are mine, Quincy Boone."

I came so hard, it stole my voice away and left me a shivery mess. Ram made one of his subterranean noises that I felt more than heard and came, too. The little kiss he dropped between my shoulder blades brought a tear to my eyes.

I'd never really gone for possessive guys before and would've thought declarations like Ram's would have me heading for the nearest shuttle back to Earth. But no, when Ram said those things, I wanted to curl up under him and let them be true.

"I am yours," I whispered. "I am."

Ram withdrew and rolled me over to kiss me, his amber eyes dancing with clear delight. Already exhausted, I was in and out as he cleaned us up until he got a dollop of that special lube on one of his big fingers. All I could do was spread my legs like the slut I was for him, while he fingered my ass with the wonder lube. I rallied a bit from his attention and the tingling, was encouraged a little more when he stroked his cock with the stuff, but I seriously needed another nap instead.

When I next woke, Ram was sitting up beside me with a tablet held in a metal arm attached to the bedside table. The device was letting him scroll through page after page of something with his one hand, a frown on his face. Curious about what could make him grumpy, I stretched as I sat up.

"What're you looking at?" I scooted closer and peered at the screen. There was a lot of text in a language I couldn't read and also photos of vandalized buildings.

"I am reviewing the evidence collected at the distribution centers I and my team were investigating."

"I heard about what those idiots were doing."

"What did you hear? And may I record your answer?"

"Record my… Oh." He wanted what I said to be part of the investigation. "Yeah, sure, you can record me."

Ram tapped a couple things, and then angled the tablet more toward me. "Testimony of Quincy Boone, human eyewitness to distribution center vandalism."

Taking that as my cue, I started talking. "While I was at my barber on the sixth, he told me that his daughter's boyfriend's cousin wanted to get rid of the Norlons. Everybody there laughed it off before sharing stories about how we'd all been to the distribution center nearby for one reason or another. I'd been there for a cough I couldn't shake, and they'd cured me of walking pneumonia."

Ram leaned in and kissed my forehead.

I squirmed from the gooey feeling that caused and cleared my throat before continuing.

"Anyway, then on the eighth, I saw a Norlon shuttle fly over on my way to the local bar to watch the game. I'd heard about the vandalism and figured that was why you were coming down. At the bar, I overhead the bartender talking about how her ex had said he was going to capture and ransom a Norlon. I asked a few questions, and she said him and his buddies had a whole plan and would even hold whoever they caught at the abandoned factory." I shrugged and said, "I didn't know who they were, had no idea if they could pull it off, but also didn't want anyone getting hurt—human or Norlon. I left the bar, got my Glock, and headed over to the factory to see what I could see."

I stopped and raised my eyebrows, not sure if Ram wanted me to go into detail about finding him.

"Tell me about the humans who chased us from your home," he said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm not sure which one of them might be my barber's daughter's whatever or the bartender's ex—or if that's any of them, actually—but I'm pretty sure the leader is Murray Coogan. Rex Dennison is also involved. I don't know the names of the guy with the nine-mil or the one who had the kitchen torch, though."

"Nine-mil?"

"The nine millimeter pistol. Handgun? What the guy who shot the light out used."

Ram nodded and stopped the recording. "This is very useful information that will help in the apprehension of the criminals."

"Will you be apprehending them?"

"No, we will give what we know to the local human authorities."

I huffed a laugh. "Well, that should be interesting since Murray's a cop."