9. RAASLA

Adeep sigh escaped me. The female was making me bleed, forcing me to bare my soul to her. Fine. I had done worse things than that.

"It was torture to run to your cabin once I felt the tug to go see you. With every step that brought me closer, my urgency grew. Just the thought of you not being near me is… painful." I downplayed it. A male could only give up so much of his soul.

My words seemed to please her, and that pleased me, and I hated it. I hated the way my own well-being was suddenly dependent on the emotions of another. I wanted to push her away, but at the same time, I knew I couldn't. For better or worse, it seemed our destinies were irrevocably intertwined.

I supposed I could have done a whole lot worse than having her for my soulbond, but part of me mourned the loss of my individuality and independence.

"I'll go with you then," she said, forcing another sigh from me. She kept twisting her knife in my heart without giving me any indications of her emotions, and I hated that I wanted to know. Needed to know.

"For what it's worth, when you came looking for me, when you held me, you soothed my pain."

It was but a crumb thrown at me, and I should have resented it, yet I lapped it up as if it were a piece of the finest meat and I a starving animal. I was not a starving animal. I was a predator. A predator that fed when it was hungry, not when someone decided to throw it a treat.

I growled from deep within my soul.

Her eyes looked alarmed at me.

Good. She should be alarmed because I would show her right now who was in control here and who threw crumbs at who.

First, I gave her my best practiced smile. There. Her pupils dilated. She wanted me too.

Then I, ever so carefully not to touch her skin, pushed a strand of hair from her face while looking up and down its lengths. Studying its silkiness as if it were a fine-honed sword.

I lowered my gaze to her tits and noticed the hitch in her breath before I danced the tips of my fingers over her soulweb marks. Her skin pebbled, and satisfaction rushed through me for being the cause of it.

Her head rose, her lips puckered, and her pupils dilated further. I denied her the kiss. Instead, I trailed my lips down her throat and rejoiced in the dry swallow from her that followed.

My fingers grabbed the material of the Cryon uniform she wore and I tore it in half. The sound was loud and harsh in the otherwise silent room.

Her tits were just as beautiful as I remembered them, but I denied myself and her the pleasure of suckling on them. Instead, I ripped her uniform more and pulled her pants down until my eyes feasted on her cunt, hidden underneath a patch of hair.

That wasn't what I wanted to see either, though. Well, I did, but right then, I directed my sight at the markings on her hip, how they snaked up to her rib cage. Identical to mine.

Mine.

That thought pleased me because as much as I felt myself belonging to her, she was mine too.

I lowered my head and trailed my tongue over the lines, reveling in the shudders of her flesh and the hitch in her breath.

Her hands weren't idle either. They roamed up and down my arms, and every time her fingers moved over the lines of my markings, I felt her touch deep in my soul. I sucked some of the marked skin into my mouth, and her body jerked. She was just as sensitive to her lines as I was to mine.

I licked my way down, down to where the line ended in the patch of her hair. Like an arrow pointing. Her legs opened for me, and suddenly, I forgot everything about crumbs and pride. Driven solely by the need to bring pleasure to her and to taste the sweet nectar of her juices.

She writhed underneath me when I licked her clit. Her soft moans turned into mewls, and I was determined to make her come, but she had other ideas. Her hands buried in my hair, and she pulled. I had no choice but to follow unless I wanted to lose a strand of hair. Which I wasn't since this was not a battle. If it were, I would have lost the moment my lips tasted her flesh.

With a groan, I allowed her to lead me up and align myself between her legs. I pulled my pants down while her hands pulled my shirt up. Both our breaths were heavy now, both of us needing the bond of my cock and her cunt.

She was so wet that I slid in easily despite how narrow her parting walls were, which opened to me like gates opened to a conqueror, only to wrap my cock into its warm folds. The message was clear, her cunt welcomed me and accepted me, but it was her walls that were giving me pleasure at their will.

Like an invading army, I thrust in and out of her, deeper with each push.

I grabbed her legs and bent her knees against my shoulder to get in even deeper yet. I felt my balls slap against her flesh, but the desire to get inside her only grew. I was sheathed as deeply as I could, yet it wasn't enough.

Her hips moved up and down, emulating my rhythm. With a groan, I surrendered myself fully to her, lowered my head, and pressed my lips against her opening, welcoming mouth. Our tongues met, our hands enfolded, and our arms aligned. Our soulbonds touched, and a searing light flashed through me. At last, we were one. Grunting and moaning, touching and seemingly fused together, our bodies moved in sync, connected in all the right places.

The bliss that moved through me erased any misgivings I'd had about having my destiny entwined with another person. With sudden clarity, I knew we were one. My goals were hers and hers mine.

I wasn't Raasla the Space Guardian any longer. I was Raasla mated to Zoe.

My next thrusts were filled with fury at the mere thought of anybody daring to come between us. I would kill them indiscriminately. She was MINE, and the triumph over that simple truth brought me to the most intense climax I had ever experienced. Our souls soared and entwined. We were ONE.

"MINE!" I roared.

"Raasla," she screamed as her body shuddered under the onslaught of her own orgasm, making me come a second time by calling my name in the heat of her passion. It was me giving her what her body needed, and it was me she was calling out to, who was on her mind.