33. Jess

Thank fucking god.

For a moment there, I was worried he'd say no. Insist that we hide away forever. Tell me I'd never be able to travel the stars. I'd meant what I said. If he wanted to stay, it wasn't going to work for me.

But he said yes. And now I'd have his mark.

He'd explained before what bonding meant. I hoped with my entire being that I'd experience the same connection Lydaxian mates did. Gravod already felt like another part of me, like we shared the same heart.

I'd been so afraid to take the leap because of past heartbreak, but in the end, telling him I loved him was just admitting what my body and soul already knew. Whenever we were apart, it hurt. He was my mate. He made me whole.

Gravod ripped at my clothes, and I was completely undressed by the time my back hit the bed. I moaned at the softness of the cushion and the feel of crisp fabric against my bare skin. Similar enough to a mattress with sheets, but different. Because it was from another planet.

The giddy realization that I would be traveling on a spaceship, to another world, almost pulled me out of the moment. But then Gravod's tentacles were on me.

"Have to prepare you, sta'la," he muttered, hovering over me.

His ta'laps circled my breasts, and he kissed his way down my neck with light, nipping bites. He didn't seem to be in a hurry anymore, his movements now slow and deliberate, driving me crazy. As he slid his tongue across my collarbone, the tentacles squeezed and lifted, presenting my nipples to his hungry mouth.

Gravod raised his head and groaned at the sight. Then he bent and carefully pulled one nipple between his sharp teeth, the light scrape making me arch up. When he sucked, his hot tongue lashed around my breast. I cried out at the fiery sensation.

My pussy was already fluttering, and he was only getting started.

"That's right, sweet mate. You're so wet for me. Cover my bed with your scent."

As if he could actually command it, I felt a flood of arousal between my legs. But nothing touched me there, not even a tentacle. I whimpered at the emptiness.

"I know what you need," he purred, moving to my other nipple. "Patience."

I barely had time to notice the feel of cool air on my first over-sensitized nipple before he started to lick and lightly bite the other. My patience evaporated. I reached for his horns and tried to push his head lower, lifting my hips in search of relief.

He chuckled against my skin, dark and low, sending vibrations through my breast and right to my clit. But then his tentacles replaced his mouth, coiling around both nipples in a firm grip that made me whine, and he finally started to move down.

I jerked at his featherlight kiss on my belly button, the gentle touch at odds with his rough handling of my breasts. He used his hands to grip my hips, pressing me to the bed while tentacles wrapped around my thighs and spread my legs obscenely wide.

"Mmm. So beautiful."

I panted and keened as he held me open and looked his fill, wondering if I could come just from the combination of breast play and his intense gaze on my pussy.

My neck strained as I watched him lower his mouth, and I saw his long tongue emerge. He teased my folds with the tip before thrusting deep, burying his face between my thighs. I cried out. The sound of his groans filled the air as he started to feast, sipping at my wetness and teasing my clit between deep sweeps of his tongue. My head fell back on a sharp moan as I surrendered myself to him.

His body shuddered, and so did mine. Then he thoroughly prepared me.