21 Kikila

We dock in the spire that is Rowkin's home. The ramp barely cracks open before I hear the eager shouts of another woman.

Rowkin chuckles. "That would be my sister, Lanika."

We're barely started down the ramp before a woman runs up and first hugs my new mate, then turns to me and embraces me. "I have a sister!"

Rowkin gently peels her off of me even though I don't mind. I've wanted a sister too, for a long time. "Go to him."

Behind us, Scrapper appears. He draws in a deep breath. "Hello, Lani."

Lanika's face brightens. "Hello, Corin ."

Rowkin guides me down the ramp, across his dock pad and into his home. It's a simple place of few furnishings but elegant and free of most forms of technology I'm used to back on Earth.

"When I am not working, I prefer to disconnect." He spins me around and points out across the city. We're forty-five stories up, and the city below looks like the facets of a crystal with violet rivers and jade threads of ships woven through it.

His planet is strangely beautiful. "I'm not sure the awe of it will ever fade."

He kisses my cheek then leads me through the large condo to an elevator system in the core. "We are late for a meeting."

We leave Lanika and Corin behind. Zoshun accompanies us as our personal protection detail. We rise even higher until the building tapers into a final conical room. Delegates from the cities and the planet's governing bodies, including Rowkin's command have convened in tiered rings of desks make of light pink crystal.

"Finally!" A male Alustri in long red satin robes greets us with an outstretched hand. He and Rowkin grasp each other's forearms. "We have business to discuss involving these shield systems."

But Rowkin steps back. "I must request we rest first. My mate, Kikila Amali Elamatta has not had a chance to see our planet. I believe she needs this to understand the situation and best assist with our plans for shields. Have the Nytheralians and Novarks secured the perimeter?"

The man dips his head. "Yes. I think we can adjourn for a day. We will reconvene in the morning."

"Thank you."

Rowkin guides me back into the elevator. Zoshun stays behind to share what he knows with the committee.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

He draws me close and inhales a breath near my ear. "I thought I was ready to return to business, but I have more of my own to attend to with you."

"Oh?"

Rowkin picks me up by the hips, and kisses me as he carries me out of the elevator, through his condo, and back onto the ship.

Corin and Lanika are sitting on the sofa snuggling and talking.

"Where are you going?" Corin asks.

"To mate in private," Rowkin rumbles. He closes the hatch, walks to the cockpit and sets us on a heading with one tap of a finger. "We have one rotation. It won't be nearly enough time. But my Rev is burning up inside."

He draws me to his mouth and crushes me against the wall, then slaps open a nearby door. The room inside has the plush look of officer's quarters, complete with a red satin bed and a large viewing window overlooking the city and the mountains beyond.

Rowkin lays me back and tears my jumpsuit from my body. His touch hungrily roams my sides, my belly, and down to my hips. Then he kicks his pants off and tears the shirt from his torso with one ripping motion of his hands.

My pussy tenses at the sight of his virile, naked body, his muscles bulging with hot energy, his Rev, and the desire to make me his.

He gives my delicate flesh one long, plunging lick before dragging his tongue up my clit and giving it a flick.

I squirm with desire. "Complete me, again, please."

Rowkin braces himself on the bed. The warm sunlight glazes our bodies, and I'm sweating with anticipation.

He rakes his teeth over my throat, massages a breast and swirls his fingers over my nipple until I'm a mess of urges and can't help but shimmy down toward him.

The moment his dripping tip bumps my mound, his skin ripples. Rowkin rocks his hips into position, lifts my hips to meet his, and thrusts into me. "You are mine."

"Yours," I gasp as he withdraws slowly, enhancing the sensation of every ridge of his cock until I'm melting around him.

Rowkin pumps into me again, then binds me to him and penetrates deeper until I don't think he can go any further. His skin ripples, heats, and hardens, stretching me a little more, and I'm flying high in the glittering clouds of euphoria.

He nuzzles my face and strokes my hair. "I love you, my daring mate."

With every bonding of our bodies, I am reminded that I am finally free, finally loved, cherished, wanted, and home with him. "And I you—forever."