25. Ridden by a Goddess
RIDDEN BY A GODDESS
ULFAR
TWO WEEKS LATER
T urns out, space travel is a lot faster when the Syndicate isn’t leading you on a wild aki chase across half the galaxy. We returned home in record time, not only because I was anxious to spend some quality time with my mate, but because of our other precious cargo. Her father.
It’s been two weeks now since we landed, and while he’s still in the med bay, he’s getting stronger by the day.
He woke up about a week in, thank the stars, and soon after was able to start talking again. He still mostly only wants to talk to Sarah, but I don’t blame him. They’ve been through a lot together, and I’m sure he’ll warm up in time.
What’s important is that he and Sarah are safe. When I fell in love with Sarah, I knew that I would do whatever it took to keep her in my life. And when I saw just how much she cared for her father, I knew that same devotion extended to him as well.
He’s a good man. I can tell that much just from our limited interactions. Kind. Strong. He would have to be to survive a nearly point-blank hit from a Syndicate star-blaster.
Sarah and I are back in my home, though not before some extensive interrogation by both the police force and the ISA. I was there to corroborate her story and provide context, because I knew this would happen. I even brought back Atraxia’s head as proof.
They weren’t happy with her, that’s for sure, but given the circumstances and the proof that she left the planet under duress, they decided she would not face expulsion or any other consequences. They did level a hard eye at me, however, and tell me to keep a good watch on her from now on.
Believe me, they’re not going to have to worry about that one.
Pulling me from my thoughts, Sarah steps out of the bathroom, her thick hair piled in a towel atop her head. Another towel just barely covers her sensuous, curvy frame. Even from this distance and even under the towel I can see the swell of her belly starting to form.
With a rumble of approval I get up and go to her, one hand on the back of her head and one hand caressing her sweet roundness. “You look so beautiful like this,” I whisper in her ear, loving the goosebumps that race across her flesh when I say it. Her skin is still flushed and slightly damp from the shower, but I’m about to heat it up even more.
I hook my fingers under the towel she’s wearing, and it falls away easily, leaving her bare before me in all her glory. I can’t help but suck in a gasp. I’ve seen her naked plenty of times by now, but occasionally I have to stop and pinch myself.
This girl is actually mine. I did it.
I never thought the mated life was for me. I thought that the whole alpha and omega thing was mostly bullshit, that I would never fall for something so silly. How wrong I was. I go to my knees in front of her, pressing my lips to her protruding belly button.
I rumble with pleasure, looking up at her. She smiles down at me, positively glowing. She was beautiful before, but it’s nothing compared to how in her element she looks knocked up with my child. “I want you, Sarah. Want this.” I slip my tongue lower, diving between her thighs. With a gasp, she clings to my hair and doesn’t let go.
“I can’t wait to see our baby,” I say between licks. “But seeing you like this is so fucking hot.”
“So are you,” she hums with delight, pressing me harder against her mound. And what can I say? I’ve never been a man to turn down dessert.
She tastes so sweet like this. So perfect, like the honeyed sap of soft pink flowers that grow and climb in vines over the archway in the garden.
So mine.
Unable to wait any longer, I hoist her in my arms, and she lets out an adorable squeak, the towel on her hair falling away as well as I carry her to the bedroom. All the while she’s squirming, laughing, playing.
This is the way it should be. This is what I was missing for all those years.
Now that I have it, I’m never letting her go again.
“You’ve gotta promise me something,” I say, after laying her gently down on the bed.
“Yeah?”
I kiss her stomach, her hips, her chest. “Promise me your next pregnancy won’t be this stressful.”
She laughs and pulls me in, nuzzling her face in my chest. “There’s gonna be a next time? Already?”
“Absolutely. You’re stuck with me.”
Sarah writhes her hips up against mine, drawing a hiss from my throat. My cock, already hard, threatens to burst free from the confines of my trousers. Has she gotten even hornier while pregnant, or is that just my imagination? I can’t even blame the heat or the omega hormones this time.
“I think I can work with that,” she says. “But I have a request as well.”
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything, huh?” Her eyes flash with hidden glee and she grinds against me again. I like where this is going.
“What did you have in mind?” I rock my hips back into her in kind, making her arch her back. I’m a little worried about having sex on top of her like this, but she’s so alluring I can’t quite help myself.
“I want to ride you,” she says breathlessly, squirming again. “On top. Please.”
With her face so prettily blushed and her hips gyrating like that, how can I say no?
I pull myself off of her and lie back on the pillows, letting her take the lead. It’s unusual—usually I’m the one taking charge—but I’ve got to admit seeing this new side of her is addicting.
Sarah wastes no time. She makes quick work of my shirt and pants before taking in the view. “I love you,” she coos, pulling her hair to one side and leaning over me. “Thank you for always being there for me.”
She looks like a goddess, dark hair surrounded by light as she straddles my hard, leaking cock. Her wide, motherly hips feel just right in my hands. Instead of sinking down onto me immediately, she takes a few moments to rock her hips back and forth, wetting my cock with her juices.
I know she’s not in heat, but her body’s producing slick all the same. It’s hot and tingly and fills the room with the smell of sex. The smell of her. She lets out a delighted sigh, throwing her head back as she grinds against my length.
Then her tight hole engulfs me one torturous inch at a time, and I swear I’m seeing stars. Sarah lets out a soft, keening moan when she finally reaches the base, supporting herself with one hand on my chest and another cradling her belly. I wish she knew just how gorgeous she looks like this.
“Fuck...” she pants, and I know it must be good because I haven’t heard her curse all that often. “You’re so deep inside of me. Almost like you’re filling my belly from the inside out.”
“Not yet I’m not.” I smirk. “That’s really what you want, though, isn’t it? To feel me coat your insides with my cum? Be stuffed so full that it’s leaking out of you?”
“Yes,” Sarah moans, her hips picking up the pace. With every bounce, her breasts sway to and fro, her thighs clench in anticipation, and her pussy throbs with pleasure. She sucks me deeper and deeper still, like even her cunt wants me to stay here forever.
Wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, if it was with her.
“After our baby is here, I’m going to take you to bed and put another one in you, just so I can see you like this again. Just so we can do this again.”
“Nnngh.” Sarah sighs, one hand finding her left breast and tweaking the nipple as she continues to chase her pleasure. “I need you. Your cum. Please, I’m so empty, I need it…”
“Why didn’t you just say so, my love?” My words are sweet, but my thrusts are anything but. I piston my hips upward in time with her wails, giving extra force and friction every time she bobs up and down. Still panting heavily, Sarah leans forward, the round globes of her ass smacking against my thighs while she goes for shorter, deeper thrusts. I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, feeling her muscles tense to a building crescendo.
“So...full...” Her words turn into nothing more than breathy moans and then to higher-pitched cries, and with a final, enormous clench, she lets go at last. The rhythmic throbbing of her orgasm soon sends me over the edge as well, and I bury myself as deep as I can, letting out a possessive growl as I fill her to the brim.
This will be the first of many times tonight, I think. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.