Chapter 6

Nita grinds herself against my face. Her essence floods my mouth, and I drink it down, savoring the rich, heady flavor I can't get enough of.She screams out my name when she breaks apart against my mouth, and it takes some deep breaths to get my cock back under control to keep from spilling on her.

Only when she's limp and boneless beneath me do I lean back, making a show of licking her from my lips while she watches.

"Ho-lee shit, that's so hot." Her eyes are heavy-lidded as she squirms, lifting her hips restlessly. "You're not done, are you?" She reaches for me, using her body to beg me for more.

Whatever restraint I was trying to hold on to snaps and is lost. Leaning over her, I smooth my hands up the insides of her splayed thighs, pushing them wider. When she whimpers, the soft sounds go straight my pulsing cock, causing pre-cum to leak from its tip in a steady stream.

"Shuvo, please," she whines as one hand slides up her body to palm her breast, pinching her tight nipple between thumb and forefinger while the other slides down between her spread legs. My breath freezes as I watch her slip two fingers through her puffy lips and into the tight grip of her cunt. When her hips roll against her touch, and she cries out, I lose the last of my control.

Knocking her hand out of the way, I grip the backs of her legs hard enough to dimple her supple skin and notch my cock at her entrance. The sensitive hood flutters against her with anticipation.

"Yes!" she moans, arching up to take more of me.

With a feral growl, I surge forward, seating myself fully, deeply in a single thrust. She cries out, and, Gods, her body grips me so tight. Her cunt is warm and pulsing as it surrounds me, and I fall forward onto my hands, fisting the bedding on either side of her head as I fuck her. My hips snap and retreat, edging the pleasure that is building and building until suddenly my claspers unfurl, curling around her hips and gripping her tight while I rut into her.

My eyes snap to hers in disbelief, and a breathy groan slips past my clenched teeth. How is this possible? Our claspers are only supposed to unfurl for our mate.

Nita's mouth falls open with a loud moan as her fingers dig into my back, drawing me closer. The sharp prick of her small nails spurs me to fuck her harder. So, I do.

"Oh God, Shuvo. Right there! Ah, keep doing that." Her face twists in pleasure as I grind and thrust.

Vittu! My cock begins to pulse and then swell inside of her. The flared hood stimulates her from within and keeps me lodged deep. She's so beautiful beneath me, her lips and cheeks flushed with blood as she nears another orgasm. I want her to come first, but I'm close. Too close.

I gnash my teeth, trying to hold off when she sucks in a sharp gasp. Her cunt tightens around me and then begins pulsing with her orgasm.

Palming the back of her head, my fingers tangle in her soft hair.

That's it, my Nita.

I slide a hand under her head and gently pull back on her hair, urging her to look up. I want her eyes on me while she comes. I want her to watch me as I spill inside of her, so she can see how kurving good she makes me feel.

Her legs come around my hips, and she digs her heels into my ass.

Fall with me, I beg her silently as the first lash of my orgasm sears up my shaft and my hips pound into her. Sweat and other things make our bodies slippery as I stare into her eyes. My claspers tighten, and I thrust once more before holding as she milks my seed from my cock and her eyes flutter closed as her orgasm continues to roll through her.

Yes! So kurving good.

Blanketing her with my body, I tuck my face into the crook of her neck, silently shouting out my own pleasure while we ride out the waves together.

When I come back to myself, we're wrapped around each other. Her hands slowly pet my hair and rub my back. My claspers are still clamped around her hips, but some of their grip has eased. They won't fully release until my hood retracts and my cock softens, making sure she's been properly seeded.

As my body slowly relaxes, I start to purr for her. The rattle comes from deep inside my chest as I rock in and out of her tight grip. I've never purred for a female before, but it feels like the right thing to do.

Wrapping my arms around her, I move us to our sides and tuck her head under my chin so her ear is pressed to my chest, where the purr is loudest. The soothing sound does its job, and she hums sweetly before falling asleep.

I never want to move.

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For the restof the night, I pleasure my female—my mate—in all the ways I know how, and she teaches me a few things in return. By the time one of the Pizats gives her door a warning knock, signaling that our time is up, we're both past the point of exhaustion but still unable to stop touching each other.

The mood is somber as I dress. I never expected to find my mate here—or anywhere, really—and I'm still trying to come to terms with this knowledge. What am I supposed to do? I can't leave her, and yet, I must.

Nita's perched on the edge of the bed; her dark eyes watch me as her blunt little teeth worry at her lower lip. She's got her sheer robe wrapped around her once more, and she looks on the cusp of speaking, but each time she opens her mouth to do so, she quickly snaps it shut again and goes back to gnawing on her lip.

Once I'm dressed, I lean over her and capture her mouth with mine. Just once more, I tell myself. But the kiss goes on and on and soon threatens to turn to more until I force myself back from her.

Nita follows me to the door, where we stop, neither of us ready for our night to come to an end.

"I'm never going to forget you, Shuvo," she says without looking up at me. Instead, she's focused on sliding her hand up and down my chest. Right over my heart. "I hope…" she pauses to swallow down a soft sob, "I hope maybe someday you'll come back."

She finally lifts her dark eyes up to mine, and my heart breaks when I see that they're glossy with unshed tears. I reach out to cup the side of her face. I want to tell her that walking out this door is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done. I want to tell her that I'll be back for her, because I have no intention of leaving this station without her.

Instead, I lean forward and place a soft, chaste kiss on her forehead. Then, with one last look at her, I slip from her room.

Long strides take me down the hall and short flight of stairs, my mood turning darker with each step. When I come to the front desk, I all but throw my key at the female working before storming out of the reception area and into the lift. The farther away I get, the more the ache in my chest grows. By the time I hit the main floor of the concourse, I know I cannot leave this station without Nita.

Pulling out my comm, I send a message to my crew that we need to leave immediately. That something has come up, and it's of the direst importance. I rarely—if ever—ask for favors, so I'm hoping they will humor me without too many questions.

Bran almost immediately messages back:

Bran: YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID, ARE YOU, SHUVO?

I can't help the grin that flashes my sharp teeth.

Me: JUST BE READY. I'LL BE COMING IN HOT.

Then I shove the comm back into my pocket, ignoring the replies that start coming in.

Spinning on my heel, I hurry back into the lift, ducking inside the empty compartment just as the doors are closing. As soon as they seal with a hiss, I close my eyes and dissolve into mist, making myself undetectable and so much faster than when I'm corporeal.

As soon as the doors slide back open, I make my way back through the lobby and down the hallway without anyone being the wiser that I've returned. When I reach the blue door, I slip easily through the cracks—only to find the room empty.

My body solidifies, and I search through the entire room before admitting she's truly gone. Turning back to mist, I float into the hallway, where the sounds of female voices catch my attention. At the far end of the hall is a much larger set of double doors. I cannot smell in this form, but I can taste the air, and my senses tell me that's where she's gone.

Ghosting through the cracks, I immediately come across her discarded robe lying in a puddle of wrinkled silk the middle of the room. I swirl around it, feeling the lingering heat from her skin and rolling in her quickly fading scent.

Reluctantly, I pull myself away and open my senses, searching for where she's gone. I find her lounging all alone in a pool, with only her head and shoulders above the swirling, sudsy water. I can sense the other women who reside in this room, but none of them are close by.

My mist swirls around her, and for a moment, I consider solidifying. I'll toss her over my shoulder, and we can escape while no one is around to stop us. Except, she looks so sad. Her lips are downturned and thin, lacking the flush they carried the previous night.

I swirl around her again, wanting to be close to her. Needing to somehow soothe away the sadness she's feeling. So, I mingle with the steam from the bath and twine my incorporeal body around hers.