2. Meeting His Genetic Match
MEETING HIS GENETIC MATCH
GAIRO
I hated being late to something as important as meeting my new match. I had watched other warlords meet their women and have babies with humans. A group of young hotheads had decided to get lost today. Because I was on-call for emergency rescue missions, I had to fly to a specific part of a valley with stone monoliths and tree cover everywhere. I wanted to contain my irritation, but I found myself knocked on my match’s cabin door too hard. I was already taking my frustration out on my…
I didn’t know that humans smelled so good.
* * *
My match was far more beautiful than the other human females who had borne us children after we thought that the genetic engineering had gone too far to the wrong.
“You’re finally here, Gairo. I’ve been waiting. I’m Veronica, and sometimes you have permission to call me Vi. Get in here.”
She grabbed my collar and pulled me into the breeding cottage. I had never seen any of the other males get man-handled in this manner by any of the other…
I understood now why sometimes the warlords blushed and didn’t get specific about what exactly they did in order to get their heart-mates pregnant. I wondered if Veronica or Vi knew that the genetic matching checked for heart-mates. From the way that I’d gone speechless when I had scented my omega for the first time, I understood why they were so possessive of their women. I had never felt a pull that strong before, ever.
“Well, you know my name and I know yours. We should have an Earth date; we have a replicator for that.”
“I don’t think so. The omega hormones in the inoculation are driving me crazy. I want you naked.”
Veronica was far more dominant than any of the females of my kind that I had ever met. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t the kind of male who got pushed around in the bedroom.
I pushed her on her back. She had already tugged off most of my clothes, and she was mostly naked herself. She was wearing a blue lacy brassiere and underwear that were plain.
“You should submit to your alpha match,” I growled straight into her ear. I used my hand to measure how hard her nipples got.
“Let me feel how soft your core is,” I breathed into her ear. I let my hand trail from her breast to between her soft thighs.
She was dripping so much that there was fluid on her thighs.
“Why do you think that you’re in charge in the bedroom?” said Veronica. “I’m pretty sure that I am. Touch me more.”
I shook my head at my sassy mate. “You’re a brat.”
She arched her back, which made me wild, and shot me a smile.
“Oh, you like being called a brat?” I asked my new mate, someone who was signed up to bear my child within a year. “Do you like spanking?”
“No one has dared to spank me since I was about 10,” shot back Veronica.
I turned her over and swatted her butt. The red mark and the squeal she let out did nothing to cool my blood.
“Baby, I like seeing my handprint on your butt. Do you get wet to this? Let me check.”
I slid my fingers into her slick wetness, and I knew that she liked spanking as much as I did.
* * *
By the time that dawn came, I knew every inch of her body in a way that made my blood heat with an unquenchable fever. My body was exhausted by how many rounds we had gone for last night, and somehow I wanted more. I wondered to myself how I could ever let her go after only a year and a baby to boot. I understood better now why so many of the warlords had done everything that they could to make their heart-mates fall in love and stay on planet. I didn’t know much about her past or her desires beyond what she liked in the bedroom. I needed to find out the keys to what my heart-mate wanted and needed so that I could keep her with me always. She had fallen so willingly in my bed, but it didn’t mean a promise for forever. I got the impression that she could casually hook up. Unfortunately for her, I was playing for keeps.