Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

VYA

He growled and kissed me again, his fingers slowly tracing their way down my stomach. I caught them just before they reached my pubic bone.

"All of you, Khorahn. Not just your mouth and fingers."

He jerked and winced.

"You don't know what you're asking. Mating with my kind is…intense and time-consuming."

"I know. I've witnessed it, remember? And that just makes me want to experience it more."

"We should wait until you speak with the human female on Earth's trade station."

I thought about what he was saying then shrugged.

"Why? It's not going to change my answer. If I'm stuck in space—and we both know that's what she's going to tell me—I'd rather be stuck with you."

He growled hungrily and rolled us so his weight pinned me. His savage kiss conveyed his hunger and left me tingling in all the right places. This time, when his fingers drifted south, I welcomed them with legs wide open. He stroked through my folds, attentive to even my smallest response, and brought me to the edge of release only to keep me there, regardless of how much I pleaded for the end I knew he could give me.

"Patience, my female," he whispered against my nipple before his mouth closed over it.

His finger teased my opening several times, distracting me from his mouth leaving me until his tongue flicked over my hyper-stimulated bundle of nerves. I shrieked like a mad woman and arched off the bed in the hardest, most intense orgasm of my life. It kept going and going, each flick of his tongue prolonging it as I babbled incoherently.

Then his finger slipped into my core. A whole new release washed over me, ending the first and bringing me down gently as he stroked me from the inside.

Sweaty and exhausted, I lay there limply as my breathing and pulse slowly steadied.

He pressed a kiss to my thighs occasionally but didn't move from between my legs.

"Do you still wish to mate with me?" he asked softly.

Again, I considered what mating with him meant. To me, it meant choosing to stay with him. At least, for now. But even if Earth welcomed the abductees back, would I still want to go? I wasn't sure. Especially if something came of this mating.

I looked down and met Khorahn's beautiful, lonely gaze. If I got pregnant, I would never be able to return to Earth with any mixed baby we made. Would I be able to leave my babies with Khorahn? No, I would stay too. Forever.

Was I ready to give up my life on Earth just for sex?

Not for sex, my mind whispered, but for him.

I ran my fingers over his brow.

"I still wish to mate with you," I said softly. "Even if I'm allowed to go back to the life I lived before I met you, Khorahn, I don't think I would be able to. I don't want that life anymore. I just want you.

He made a pained sound and slowly climbed up my body, his weight never fully settling on me.

"I don't want to hurt you. Allow me to mark you."

"Not this time. Maybe next time, okay? This time, I want to feel everything."

He growled and somehow flipped me over underneath him. One hand gripped my hips and pulled them up off the bed. The other braced his weight against the mattress as he shifted his position. I felt his hard length against my entrance and arched back into him.

The orgasms had left me wet and very sensitive, making each inch he slid into me a delicious type of torture. Until it suddenly stopped sliding in easily and started to resist.

"Wait," I said. "It feels too?—"

His mouth found the back of my neck, and he bit me . Not hard to break the skin but hard enough to leave a mark and make me clench around him in surprise. The moment the clench eased, he thrust forward.

I squealed and tried to crawl forward, away from him, but he held firm, keeping me right where I was as I adjusted to the fullness of his complete invasion. As the burn faded, I became aware of how his ambal rode between my cheeks. How wet it was back there.

"A-are…" I cleared my throat and tried again. "Are you marking me?"

"I am trying not to," he gritted. "It is not easy with the scent of your distress filling my nose as your sheath squeezes me. Are you in pain? Marking you would help ease it."

I took stock and shook my head. "No pain. A little achy and really full but no pain."

He groaned and leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck where his teeth had nipped me. The move seated him a little more deeply, and my breath whooshed out as I clenched around him again.

"This feeling will be my undoing, Vya," he gritted out. "Tell me what you need to find pleasure in this mating."

As he spoke, he adjusted his position behind me. The small movement felt so good, I fought not to groan.

"You know me better than I know myself," I said on an exhale. "Just do whatever you think I'll like."

His fingers trailed along my spine, and he withdrew a few inches until I felt his knot tugging at my entrance; then he eased back in. A sound escaped me, and I curled my fingers into the mattress as he did it again. It wasn't just his thick length inside of me but his ambal rubbing against me on the outside that made my knees weak and shortened my breath.

Stroke by stroke, he brought me back to the brink then reached around me to pinch my nipple.

I clenched hard around him.

He grunted, and I felt the pulsing intensity of his release at the same time his ambal washed my backside in his fun glitter. He moved against me minutely, shifting and pressing further into me as that knot grew to the point of discomfort. And still, he continued to release.

His fingers found my clit and applied just the right amount of pressure timed with the next pulse of his release that I broke apart again.

When I came back to myself, I was cradled in his lap with him still buried deep inside of me.

He smoothed back my hair and kissed my neck.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

I tipped my head up to meet his gaze and smiled. He twitched inside of me and released again. Everything was so overly sensitive that it felt like a mini-orgasm, and I finally understood what Oaiu had felt with Mtinash.

"You didn't hurt me," I said. "It felt—still feels—amazing."

He arched into me, releasing again. I ran my finger along his clenched jawline, and he caught my hand.

"Perhaps you should sleep," he said.

"Perhaps you should make me feel good again."

He groaned and dipped his head to capture my lips. Rather than shifting me to my knees, he toppled us to our sides and slowly started moving again. It didn't take me long to find my release, which caused a gush of what had been trapped inside of me.

Khorahn was quick to add to it again.

Repeatedly.

I woke to the ship beeping and a slight headache. With a groan, I rolled to my back and took inventory. My thighs were sticky and gross and hella sore. And I didn't mind any of that. I had a small hickey on my right breast, which I loved, but my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

A drink or a steam bath? Which one did I need more?

Both demanded immediate attention, but I wasn't sure I could make it to the kitchen without cleaning up first. And I wasn't sure I'd survive the steam room without something to drink.

The door to our bedroom opened, saving me from having to decide.

Khorahn, the one without nipples, came in with a cup and helped me sit up. I met his gaze and drank greedily when he held the cup to my lips.

"Are you hurt?" he asked again.

"No. Sore and in need of a shower."

He had me up and in his arms a second later. I leaned into him and lifted the cup.

"What about this?"

He glanced at it but didn't pause on his way to the steam room.

"We're almost to the Helix station. The Oebri in charge has requested an introduction. They wish to ensure your well-being in person."

I clutched the cup and considered Khorahn.

"I'm not so sure I'm looking forward to meeting in person. Do I have a choice?"

"Always."

I made a face and set the cup on a ledge that appeared just inside the steam room.

"Let me think about it while I shower. Can I use real liquid this time? I don't think steam is going to get rid of this stickiness."

For the first time, I witnessed actual water pouring from the ceiling like a gentle rain shower. I tested the temperature with my fingers.

"It's cleanser," Khorahn said. "I verified it's safe for humans."

I stepped right in and started washing. When I was done, I felt ready enough for the toilet set on its gentlest extraction setting. After, I sat on Khorahn's lap for the steam cycle.

While I relaxed, I thought about how I'd felt during the call with the Oebri and the woman's promise that the Oebri couldn't influence me like they could other races. I wanted to believe her. Yet, she'd been quick to mislead me about going back to Earth.

"Do you think the accidental scent-marking you gave me last night will be enough to keep the Oebri from messing with my head?" I asked.

"Yes," Khorahn said firmly.

"Okay. Then, I'll go with you. I have to admit, I am a little curious what a station looks like compared to Mtinash's place."

"Larger and less welcoming."

I wondered if welcoming meant another naked man wearing cock chains but didn't ask.

An hour later, I once again wore my systems dress as the cargo bay door opened to show a very unimpressive docking bay. The handsome—clothed—Oebri waiting for us was equally unimpressive, especially when compared to Khorahn, who stood beside me wearing pants that molded to his thighs along with an equally snug shirt.

The weird-looking stick things strapped to Khorahn's arms, legs, and torso, which I would hazard to guess were weapons, added to his sex appeal.

"The light shines upon me, my beauty," the Oebri said as we descended from Khorahn's ship. "Thank you for gracing this station with your presence."

"Thank you for welcoming us," I said, feeling awkward as hell since I was the only naked person present.

"My name is Cenar. Allow me to act as your guide and protector while your male completes his business here."

Something about the way he said it—while completely polite and fawning—rubbed me the wrong way.