Chapter 19

MANDY

After Kameer returns several hours later, he immediately swoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. His deep growls echo off the walls of the huge, cavernous Founders’ quarters. The growls seem to vibrate straight against my clit, and my pussy clenches under a surge of anticipation. He hasn’t stripped my clothing off yet and already I’m breathless and quaking with desire.

He sets me next to the bed, then dips his head down to kiss me. His tongue tangles with mine as more growls emanate from his massive form. My head spins from lack of oxygen, and I’m panting hard by the time he withdraws from the kiss. He stares at me with a dark, feral gleam in his eyes, and my core becomes molten.

The achiness between my thighs mounts as he removes the Darrvason-style dress I’m wearing. He cups my bare pussy. He’d ordered me not to wear panties today, and though I was tempted to disobey, in the end I acquiesced to his command. Quivers race across my bottom at the prospect of how he might react to such a disobedience. The dominant beast would likely take me over his knee.

“ Fluxx , how I’ve missed you, pretty human.”

His confession makes me melt.

The truth is, I missed him too.

Oh, God. My arms are tingling.

I fear more and more that the heartbond will form between us soon, that there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Perhaps it’s already started but the physical proof of the bond—Kameer’s ancestral markings appearing on my upper arms—just hasn’t happened yet. Because I swear there are times I can sense his thoughts and feelings, and often before he speaks, I know what he’s about to say.

He steps back and sheds his clothing, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of his huge muscular body and his fully erect shafts. His dark, textured skin glimmers under the overhead lights, and there’s a drop of blue essence on the tip of each appendage.

He stacks two pillows on the floor and gives me a heated look. “Kneel. I intend to teach you how to suck my cocks.”

My breath catches, and warm pulses clench in my core. I step forward and slowly lower myself to the stacked pillows, kneeling before my mate as I prepare to take his appendages in my mouth for the first time.

My mate. My… husband. More and more, I’ve been thinking about Kameer as belonging to me, just as I belong to him. Perhaps it’s fate. Perhaps no matter how desperately I try to escape a heartbond, it’ll form and then I will forever wear the proof of our mating union on my arms. I try not to worry about the message on the info screen, again praying it was just a prank. Anyone could have sent it.

“Good little female.” He caresses my head and twists his fingers in my hair. He gives a slight yank, forcing my face higher, forcing my lips closer to his upper shaft.

My pulse hammers as the eroticism of the moment descends, bringing another wave of heated pulses to my core.

As I press my legs together, the wetness of my growing excitement rubs between my thighs.

When a lusty growl leaves Kameer and his nostrils flare, I know he’s detected my arousal. He knows just how wet I’m getting for him.

“I wonder how swollen your tight little pussy will get as you suck my appendages, pretty human. I cannot wait to find out.” He yanks on my hair again, forcing my face higher. Then he taps on my cheek and pushes the tip of his engorged upper shaft to my lips. “Open. Open and take me in your innocent little mouth.”

I part my lips, and he glides inside. To my surprise, the droplet of seed on the tip of his shaft tastes sweet. Like icing, or candy. I release a moan and brush my tongue along the bulbous tip of his cock, eager for another taste. His big, round scrotum vibrates against my chin.

My center spasms and the pleasure spirals outward, sending shockwaves of tingling heat throughout my body. I don’t believe I’ve ever ached so fervently for him before. I don’t believe I’ve ever been so desperate to feel his tongue on my clit, nor so desperate to bend over to accept a long, hard pounding.

“Keep sucking. Be a good female and keep sucking. Fluxx , yes. Just like that.” He holds my head in place, slowly driving in and out while I keep my lips sealed around his hugeness. I drag my tongue along his length with each plunge, hoping for another taste of his sweet seed.

Will he erupt in my mouth? My heart flutters at the prospect, though I’m also a bit nervous. The amount of seed he fills me with when he pounds me is rather immense. What if I choke on it? What if I displease him?

Kameer pauses with only the tip of his shaft in my mouth. I glance upward to see his eyes wide with shock. I share in his shock when he says, “You won’t choke on it, pretty human, nor will you displease me. Just keep trying your best. Consider this part of your training.”

Oh, dear God. He heard me. He heard my thoughts. I pray it was the first time and that it doesn’t happen again. “My training?” I ask around a mouthful of cock.

“Yes, training. I am training you to be a proper, obedient wife.” His hand tightens in my hair, harder than before, causing me to gasp. He uses the opportunity to shove deeper in my mouth, entering fast and hitting the back of my throat with his appendage.

I struggle on a gag and my eyes water. He proceeds to hold my head firmly in place as he does it again and again, until he’s set a fast rhythm of pounding my face. I have no choice but to remain kneeling on the stacked pillows as he uses my mouth.

Somehow, being used for his pleasure serves to deepen my own need, the quickening pulses that are making me swelter with desire. Perspiration trickles down my temples, and I feel positively feverish.

Throughout the experience, the training , my upper arms continue to tingle. As he pounds my face, repeatedly slamming his appendage into the back of my throat, his vibrating scrotum keeps impacting my chin. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills my ears, a carnal noise that incites my desires further. Only my mate’s occasional deep growls drown out the steady smacks.

Make sure you swallow every last drop.

He doesn’t speak aloud, but I hear his voice in my head, and my arms tingle more intensely. Then Kameer tightens his hold on my head and releases a roar that must surely shake the walls. His upper shaft pulsates larger in my mouth until the first delicious spurt arrives. He pumps into me, releasing his masculine emissions as I strive to swallow. As I strive to obey.

I sense his pleasure through the… bond. It’s terrifying but also calming and intimate. It’s my greatest fear and it’s coming to pass.

Will his ancestral markings appear on my arms soon?

My stomach flips at the prospect even as I yearn for the closeness that I suspect the heartbond will bring.

But along with closeness, it’ll likely bring plenty of complications too.

I’m not very good at hiding my emotions. Nor am I good at keeping my mouth shut when I should. If I cannot hide thoughts and feelings from Kameer even when I try, will it lead to strife between us? I’ve harbored more than a few unkind thoughts about him, particularly in the early days of our mating union, and there’s also the fact that I’ve been hoping to prevent the heartbond and even escape him. Not that I had any concrete plans.

Will a stray thought be enough to anger him? Will it be enough to get me in trouble? I think of the strap and fight back a shudder.

The last spurt of his seed fills my mouth, and a weird sense of peace descends as I swallow.

Peace. Submission. Belonging.

I feel a tad lightheaded as I sneak a glance at Kameer. He withdraws his length from my mouth and cups the side of my face.

Despite my trepidation about the bond, I lean into his touch and soak up a wave of comfort that seems to come straight from the depths of his soul.

His red eyes gleam with victory, and I know why. He believes he’s succeeding in his quest to conquer me. He also suspects the heartbond is about to form between us. Any moment now.

He brushes a hand along my right arm. “Soon, pretty human. Yes, I think it will happen soon. There’s already no going back. You’re my mate. There’s no escape for you.”

My throat burns. “I know.”

A smirk plays over his lips. “I won’t punish you for having thoughts of escape, Mandy, but I would fucking hunt you down if you ever left me. I would also kill anyone who got in my way and tried to keep you from me.”

Clear as a movie on a screen, I glimpse an image of Kameer in the salon standing over Ned, a blaster in each hand. It’s Selection Day, the day we met. In the vision, I see myself trembling behind the counter, staring at Kameer with wide eyes. Then the blasters go off in Kameer’s hands, multiple beams of red, and Ned is killed on the spot, burned to a crisp where he lay sleeping.

Of course, that’s not the way it happened. But it’s clear Kameer later harbored the fantasy of killing Ned in the salon, enough that he’d visualized it in great detail, enough that he was calling up that vision now. My heart races as I realize what this means. We’ve never discussed it, but he must know I was engaged to Ned. Otherwise, why would he entertain such a gruesome fantasy? Is he thinking about it on purpose? Or, like me, does he have trouble hiding his thoughts and emotions?

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Not wanting to know the answer, not yet brave enough to hear it, or sense it from my mate’s thoughts, I put up a wall around my mind. I picture a solid steel barrier, several feet in thickness, and I imagine it blocks my most intimate, private thoughts. Like my fear that Kameer murdered Ned or perhaps asked Captain Warren to arrange for the elderly Founder’s death. And whether he cared about Xersonna more than he cares about me.

Seemingly unaware of the wall I’ve erected, Kameer pushes his lower appendage—the largest one—to my lips. “Suck me again, little female. Accept my seed. Allow me to nourish you.” He grips my face and shoves inside my mouth.