Chapter Fourteen

My ceremonial tunic and leggings were black with a red design intertwined throughout the silky material. Completing my awesome outfit were ankle boots with tiny, jeweled daggers. I looked in the full-length mirror and smiled. I was almost beautiful.

"You are beautiful," Hothar said.

I spun around. Hothar was wearing a black dress tunic that showed off his massive shoulders and the tight pants emphasized his thighs. "And you're smoking hot. How did I get so lucky?"

"We were fated to meet."

I laughed. "At eight thousand feet over the Pacific Ocean."

"Are you ready to become mine?" Hothar held out his hand.

I took it. "I've always been yours." There was a fleeting instant of blackness, and we were standing at the back of the ceremonial chamber. Uncle Saul and our families sat in the front row.

The ceiling resembled a night sky blazing with stars. Thousands of candles dotted the walls, illuminating charred tapestries.

Zarek suddenly stood on the raised dais at the front of the chamber. He wore an etched gold headband that denoted his rank of Overlord. Golden strands were woven into his gray warrior's braids. His black dress tunic displayed the physique of a much younger male.

Detja, Zarek's mate, stepped into the walkway. I always marveled at how beautiful she was. She was petite like me, with long silver hair and exotic features. Her moss green tunic emphasized her curvy body. She motioned to us. "Come. It is time."

Hothar and I followed behind her. We stopped in front of the platform. On a small ornate table was an onyx ownership band. Excitement swirled through me. Once it was placed around my neck, we could have sex. Lots and lots of sex.

"Females are a precious gift. They are our lifeline, our soul mates. Without them, we are nothing." Zarek spoke with authority, his gaze focused on Detja.

She stepped up on the dais. "We share all that we are with our mates. This bond unites us for all time."

"Today we are gathered here to join this warrior with his chosen mate." Zarek picked up the ownership band and held it out to Hothar.

He took it and turned to me. "Your love is my anchor. Your trust my strength. You make my life complete. I will give you all my love until eternity ends." Hothar fastened it around my neck. The warm metal band adjusted to fit my neck perfectly. "We are now one."

I smiled up at Hothar. "I accept this band as a symbol of our love. It has no beginning and no end. I am yours for all eternity."

The chamber erupted in cheers.

Hothar scooped me up. "Time for our honeymoon." He teleported and we appeared in a honeymoon suite.

I grimaced. Romantic, it wasn't. "Could we…"

Hothar's mouth closed over mine in a scorching kiss. Passion drove away all rational thought. His tongue swept into my mouth and tangled with mine in a slow, sensual dance. God, he tasted like chocolate.

Wait a minute! "You've been eating chocolate."

With a groan, Hothar broke the kiss. "I have." Like magic a chocolate bar appeared in his hand. "I brought one for you too."

"Smart man." I snatched it from him and pointed to the tapestries. "Can we try some of those positions?"

"I know how to perform over one hundred sex acts, including those." Hothar sat me on the bed and stripped off his tunic.

"How many of those sex acts did you try out on the pleasure workers?"

"None." Hothar crushed my lips with urgent, greedy kisses.

Every nerve in my body did the Tango. Hothar was a fever in my blood. I burned for him.

Meow. Meow. Meow. Hitch crawled up my leg.

"What? Can't it wait?" I slid my hand into Hothar's pants. Reaching down, I wrapped a hand around his penis. It was velvety to touch, but I could feel a steel-like hardness beneath the skin. A tentacle slid sinuously against my hand. Up. Down. Up. Down. I sucked in a shuddering breath. The sensation was unbelievably hot. An aching need roared to life. I wanted it inside me. Now. Right now.

Meow!

I gaped at Hitch. "What do you mean, you're having babies? You're a boy."

Hitch yowled and seconds later a silken egg sac appeared on the bed.

"Holy cow! Where did that come from?"

Meow. Meow.

"You've been carrying it with you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Meow.

"You were afraid? Oh, sweetie, we're family. We would never hurt you or your kids."

Meow.

Hothar scanned the egg sac. "There are eight babies."

"What do you need us to do?"

Meow. Meow.

I shot Hothar a worried look. "They need to eat right away."

He hurried over to the replicator and programmed a large bowl of mealy bugs.

The egg sac rocked back and forth.

Meow! Meow! Meow!

"Hurry."

Hothar placed the bowl next to the pulsating egg sac.

The sac tore and eight little replicas of Hitch scurried out.

Meow!

The babies jumped into the bowl and chowed down.

"Those are very pretty babies."

Hitch puffed up with pride.

Hothar sat next to me, and we watched the babies eat. "I am beginning to think the Goddess is conspiring to keep us from physically consummating our relationship."

"It does seem that way."

Hothar took my face in his hands. "I love you." His mouth covered mine in a sensual kiss that stole my breath.

"Oops. Sorry to interrupt, but Bodhi said I needed to apologize," Aphrodite announced.

I glared at her. "Now? We are on our honeymoon."

"Oh, babies," she cooed and picked one up. "Aren't you precious?"

The baby mewled.

The door burst open, and Bodhi zoomed in. "My apologies, I have come to retrieve my mate."

"Can I keep him?" Aphrodite held up a baby.

"No!" We all yelled in unison.

Hitch snatched the baby out of her hands. Meow!

Uncle Saul teleported in, took one look at the babies, and scowled. "How did this happen? I thought Hitch was a male."

I started laughing. I loved every minute of my crazy-ass life, but if I didn't have sex with Hothar in the next five minutes, people would die.

An alarmed look on his face, Hothar tossed me over his shoulder. "Take care of the babies, General." He teleported us to his Talon fighter.

I looked around. "Where are we going?"

"Zarek's private island."

"I can't wait that long. Where's the bed?"

The next thing I knew, my back hit a bed and Hothar was kissing me like a starving man.

Rip! My shredded tunic and leggings landed on the floor. "Why aren't you naked?"

With a snarl, Hothar rolled off me and hurriedly undressed. The entire time, his gaze roamed over me. "Goddess, you are so beautiful."

"Less talk, more action," I demanded.

Hothar crawled up the bed like a big cat. "Yes, my lady." His calloused hands stroked my breasts, sending pleasure cascading over me. "I love the way you taste, the way you feel." His wicked mouth nibbled on my ear. "The way you respond to me."

Tentacles undulated against my pussy, electrifying every nerve ending. I sucked in a shuddering breath. Hothar was everywhere, touching my mind, my body. I heard my shallow, ragged pants as I squirmed beneath him, wanting more. Desire blistered my senses. "Fuck me now!"

"As my lady wishes." With one flex of his hips, Hothar thrust inside me.

There was a brief flash of pain, and I gasped as the delicious slide of his flesh sent pleasure sizzling through me. I dug my nails into the powerful muscles of his back. "God. Oh God. You feel so good."

Hothar pumped into me faster and faster.

My body caught fire. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. He was without mercy as the pulsating tentacles drove me over the edge, again and again and again.

"Mine. Say it." Hothar's body moved against mine, hot, aggressive, and perfect.

"Yours." I met Hothar kiss for kiss, touch for touch. Multiple orgasms shook my body, and I came apart in his arms.

Hothar's big body convulsed violently and something hot spilled into me. "Mine!"

Limp, boneless, and sated, I sagged against the bed and floated in the sea of oh-so-good.

"We have one hundred more sex acts to try out." Hothar stroked a hand down my belly.

I opened one eye. Could a Coletti warrior go all night? Time to find out. "Have you ever had a quickie?"

"A quickie?"

"Sex that is over way too soon."

I stroked a mental tongue along his penis until his body began to shake. I suckled him with my mind. His hips bucked wildly. One nibble and he exploded. "Kinda like that."

With a startling quick movement, Hothar had me flat on my back, and was thrusting inside me with a ferocious hunger.

His hard, muscled body felt like home. I reveled in the sensation of his penis hitting deep inside me. The tentacles vibrated and pulsed, sending a vortex of dizzying bliss all the way to my toes.

Time to give him the big O. Drawing on Detja's instructions, I slid two fingers inside his slit and squeezed his balls.

A guttural groan erupted from, and he climaxed violently.

My body convulsed as an almost scalding heat exploded inside me. I lay beneath his merciless strength and struggled to catch my breath. "You weigh a ton."

Hothar rolled, pulling me across his chest. "You are a treasure."

I grinned. "I aim to please."

His fingers brushed my face. "And I am very pleased. Who taught you that?"

"Detja. She showed me a dozen ways to give you the big O."

Hothar's mouth moved over mine, demanding, sensual and full of carnal need. "Show me."

I stiffened when something landed on my head.

Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.

I bolted upright. "She did what?"

Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.

"Okay, Okay, calm down Hitch. We'll get your babies back."

Meow. Meow. Meow.

I dropped my face into my hands. "Both of them?"

Meow.

"Oh, God. Aphrodite made Uncle Saul and Zarek squawk like chickens."

His eyes cold with menace, Hothar quickly got dressed. "Where is Aphrodite now?"

Meow. Meow. Meow.

"On Bodhi's ship and the babies are terrified." I engaged my armor belt. Snikt. Schlik. Schlik. Schlik. Schlik. Schlik. Within seconds black armor covered me from head to toe. "And when the babies are frightened…."

"They shoot webbing," Hothar finished.

"We are going to need a shitload of baby Pam and a witch to remove the spell."

"Vorian has been notified, and he will have Skye remove the spell. Tihar will meet us on Bodhi's ship with the baby Pam."

Hitch jumped on my helmet. Meow. Meow. Meow.

"We are going to get your babies back and no; you can't bite Aphrodite. She's pregnant. I'm sure either Uncle Saul or Zarek will find an appropriate punishment for her."

Meow.

"Yeah, I bet they're mad and how did you get here?"

Meow. Meow.

You wished it?"

Meow.

Huh? "I think Hitch has magical abilities."

"I would not be surprised." Hothar took my hand.

I expelled a long breath. My long-awaited honeymoon was going down in flames.