20. Aurora

20

AURORA

I was stunned. Could Slade really be right? Was I going to need him to suck my nipples and finger my pussy to make me come all the time now? Did that mean I really was his Fated Mate ? Or was there some other reason this was happening to me?

I didn’t have any idea and Slade didn’t seem to be in the mood to answer questions. In fact, he was doing something else I couldn’t see in the dark—something that involved rapid, rhythmic movements with a lot of jerking and thrusting.

“ What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.

“ Jerking off.” His voice was hoarse. “ I’ll never get back to sleep if I don’t blow off some fucking steam.”

“ Jerking off?” The term was unfamiliar to me.

“ Making myself come,” Slade clarified. “ Petting your little pussy made me hard as a fucking rock.”

I lay in the dark beside him, wishing I could see exactly what he was doing. Then I thought—why shouldn’t I ? Slade was so open about his sexuality, I doubted he would mind.

“ Could …could I watch?” I asked.

“ Fuck —you want to?” he growled.

“ I want to see what you’re doing that’s shaking the bed so much,” I shot back, trying to justify my request.

“ Fine . Lights dim,” he called and the glows in the corners of the room came on. A soft, golden radiance filled the room and I was able to see that he had his big hand wrapped around his long, thick shaft and was stroking it rapidly. On the tip of it was a smear of clear-golden liquid.

“ What’s that?” I asked, pointing to it.

“ Precum ,” Slade growled. “ That’s what comes out before my seed spurts.”

“ Oh …” I couldn’t restrain my curiosity. Sitting up, I leaned over to watch him more closely. “ Are …are you going to make your seed come out now?” I asked him. “ Will it shoot out of the little slit at the top of your shaft?”

Slade let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a laugh.

“ Fuck ! Yes , little virgin— I’m gonna fucking shoot,” he growled. “ If you want to help me, why don’t you play with my balls?”

I started to decline…but I had touched him there earlier. Also , I wanted to watch him spurt. So I reached between his legs and began to stroke his heavy balls, like I had earlier.

My hand on his body seemed to send Slade over the edge.

“ Goddess …fucking…damn it!” he cursed and his whole body stiffened.

A moment later a jet of creamy gold seed shot from the tip of his shaft to coat his muscular midsection. Then another…and another and another .

I watched in awe as he spurted over and over. I had read about male seed and heard it whispered about, but I had never actually seen it before. What surprised me the most was how much there was of it and how very much it looked like melted gold. Did Slade always make this much? If he did and he spurted it inside me, how could I possibly keep from getting pregnant?

The baby stopper pills—don’t forget, you’ve got them hidden in your luggage, whispered a little voice in my head.

Right — I did have those. I felt a small measure of relief. Then I wondered if Slade was right—would I ache to come over and over and need his help again and again like he had predicted? If that was true, what would happen once he gave up on trying to get me pregnant and sent me back home to L’Crist ? Would I still ache for his touch and not be able to do anything about it?

No , I can’t think like that, I told myself as Slade finally finished and lay panting on the bed, his flat belly covered in melted gold cream. I’m sure once I’m away from him, “ The Need ” as he calls it, will stop. It’s just being near him that causes it.

Unless it really was the Holy Wine from the Ceremony . Slade had said that wasn’t so, that the wine had nothing to do with it. But if I discounted it, then I had to believe that we really were “ Fated Mates ” and meant to be together.

I wasn’t ready or willing to believe that—to believe that I was meant to be married to my enemy—the enemy of my people.

“ You’re awfully quiet, Princess ,” Slade growled, breaking my train of thought. “ Did I shock you?”

I shook my head.

“ No . Well , yes—why did you make so much?” I asked, gesturing to the golden cream.

Slade huffed a laugh as he reached for a towel and began swiping off his belly and chest.

“ I don’t do it on purpose. Brutes just make a lot of seed, that’s all.”

“ Oh …all right.” I nodded…and then found that I was shivering again. I was still sitting up and though I had felt warm enough earlier, now I was getting cold again.

Slade saw at once that I was cold.

“ Come here, baby,” he rumbled. Throwing the towel to floor, he reached out his arms to me.

I wanted to be stubborn and stay away from him, but my teeth were starting to chatter. Still , I tried to hold out…to hold my ground.

“ I … I’m f-f-fine,” I said unconvincingly.

Slade sighed in obvious exasperation.

“ Stubborn little thing, aren’t you? Come here .”

Reaching out, he wrapped one long arm around me and pulled me down beside him again.

I started to feel warm at once, though I didn’t like to admit it. I gave him a sullen look as he settled me into the curve of his body again.

“ Don’t waste your time getting angry at me, get some sleep,” Slade rumbled. He was already sounding sleepy himself. “ And if you need me to make you come again, wake me up— I don’t mind,” he added.

“ I’m not going to need that!” I protested.

“ Mmm -hmm, whatever you say, Princess . Lights out,” he called and the bedroom was suddenly plunged into darkness once more. Then he let out a contented sigh and pulled me closer, like he was ready to sleep

I lay on my side, curled against his big, muscular form, breathing in his scent, and fuming in the dark. I was angry at my body for betraying me so thoroughly…and yet I couldn’t help replaying the night in my head. The feeling of his hot mouth on my tight nipples…his deep, growling voice in my ear as he stroked my clit and made me come…the feeling of his fingers filling me up inside as he told me he was fucking me…

Stop it, stop thinking about it! Thinking about it makes you want it again, I lectured myself. Which unfortunately was true. Already I could feel my nipples getting tight and sensitive and the aching need was back in the tender V between my thighs.

Determined to ignore these symptoms, I closed my eyes and did my best to match my breathing to Slade’s . After a very long time, I finally drifted off.

But even as sleep finally took me, I had no idea what was going to happen to me and how I was going to deal with The Need in the future without involving my new husband.