Chapter 14
Luna could scarcely believe what was happening. Had she actually just pleaded with Balarr to bend her over and claim her? She trembled with need as he shifted behind her and slowly guided her into position.
The ledge of the tub was wide, and it curved in such a way that it didn’t dig into her abdomen. Balarr, however, made a mild noise of displeasure in his throat, then lifted her briefly to place a thick towel beneath her before allowing her to get back in position. She melted at his thoughtfulness.
Yes, she decided, he was very sweet.
But only to her.
Of course, it could be argued that what he was preparing to do—spread her wide and claim her from behind—wasn’t sweet in the slightest. But she still wanted it. She ached for it.
She heard the water sloshing as he moved behind her, and she gasped as he ran a hand over her bottom, stroking softly.
Shame started to course through her, but then she remembered his gentle admonition not to be embarrassed by the activities they were sharing.
She supposed it made sense. They were mated—forever.
He parted her folds and started caressing her. She gasped and jolted as his fingers brushed between her nether lips and grazed her clit.
“Ah, just as I suspected, Luna.” His voice brimmed with satisfaction. “You’re soaking wet. You’re aching for your mate to claim you again, aren’t you?”
Her trembling increased, and so did the waves of heat that were pummeling her core. Did he have any idea the effect his words had on her?
She whimpered. “Yes, I’m… aching to be claimed.” Even though he’d insisted she shouldn’t be embarrassed, that was still all she could manage. Perhaps in time she would feel more comfortable voicing her desires in his presence.
He increased the pressure on her clit, and she gyrated her hips in tune with his caresses. God, she was already on the verge of another climax, and he’d only had his hands on her for a few seconds.
But he removed his hand from her core before the climax could finish approaching, causing her to whimper yet again.
Her heart raced at what he did next—grasp her bottom cheeks and pull her center wide apart.
Her face flamed knowing that he could see everything.
But she reminded herself that he was her mate, and they’d promised themselves to one another.
“So beautiful,” he murmured in a tone filled with awe, and his praise made her flush. “So pink, and slick, and beautiful.”
She flushed again.
He pulled her wider apart, then he pressed the thickness of his cock to her core, to the part of her that was aching to be filled up.
A growl ripped from his throat as he pushed inside her. Oh, God. Oh, yes.
Over and over again, he withdrew slightly and pushed back inside. With every repeated thrust, his scrotum struck her clit. She gasped with each plunge, savoring the building pleasure.
A quick orgasm stole over her, and she whimpered as her insides contracted around Balarr’s thick length. His growls resounded in the room, combining with the sound of flesh smacking flesh.
Breathless, she gripped the edge of the tub, needing something to hold onto, even though he had a firm grip on her hips and was keeping her in place.
He wasn’t rough—but he wasn’t entirely gentle either.
It was the perfect blend of deep, rapid plunges—fast, but not too fast, and deep but not violently so.
A sensuous tremor rippled through her, cascading down her spine before expanding to affect her entire body.
Oh, God. She was already close to another release.
It was curling in her core, a familiar tightening sensation that would unfurl at any moment.
Perhaps with the next impact of Balarr’s scrotum on her clit…
He felt larger than ever inside her, and his growls kept getting louder. He tensed and readjusted his grasp on her hips, then his drives into her core slowed for a moment, only to increase a few seconds later.
His feral growls resounded in the bathroom, filling her head and wrapping around her like a seductive embrace. Just as she felt the first spurt of his seed coating her inner walls, a pulsating release swept over her, and they climaxed at the same time.
Her head swam, and she soon closed her eyes against the black dots that were clouding her vision. She gasped for air as she rode the waves of the release, relishing the feel of Balarr’s thick cock erupting inside her.
Eventually, they both grew still, and he withdrew slowly from her center.
He gently guided her back into the water, arranging her to sit on his lap.
Utterly exhausted in the aftermath of the vigorous session of lovemaking—and the two orgasms he’d just given her—she leaned against him, basking in the security of his embrace.
He stroked her hair from the left side of her face, then placed soft kisses on her cheek and neck. Despite the heat of the bath water—and his natural warmth—goosebumps erupted all over her body, a skitter of awareness that drew a soft sigh from her.
He held her for what felt like hours, and at one point she almost drifted to sleep, only to rouse when she heard the water draining from the tub. She turned and blinked at Balarr, mesmerized by his masculine beauty and those glowing green eyes she couldn’t stop admiring.
“Let’s stand up and take a quick shower to get all the soap suds off.” He gave her a knowing look. “I know you are fatigued—it would appear I wore you out—but I will help you. And I won’t let you fall.” He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then helped her rise to her feet.
Covering a yawn, she watched as he faced the shower controls.
Her gaze immediately went to his butt. And oh, what a butt.
His ass was as firm and muscular as the rest of him.
She’d caught glimpses of it earlier, but only from the side.
Her heart fluttered in her throat, and heated quakes pulsed in her core, prompting her to press her legs tightly together.
He turned the wide shower head on and glanced over his shoulder with another knowing look. “Did I not leave you satisfied enough after the second session of mating, sweet Luna?”
At first, she didn’t realize he was teasing her—because he sounded serious and almost offended. She flushed and struggled for a response. But when the hint of a smile grazed his lips, she exhaled with relief. His next question, however, caused her to stammer anew.
“Were you looking at my butt?” he asked.
“Is that what caused you to become wet and achy between your thighs again so soon after our second round of mating?” Again, he used a serious tone, and somehow the straightforwardness of his question caused fresh quivers of arousal to pummel through her, leaving her breathless and increasingly achy.
She glanced at the communication device on his wrist and decided to change the subject. “You forgot to remove your watch.”
“The water won’t damage it.” He stared at her unblinkingly as the water cascaded behind him. Then he pulled her forward and guided her underneath the water spray.
He ran his hands up and down her body, as though trying to memorize every curve.
Eventually, he dragged a soapy cloth over her as well, and her face flamed when he tended to the area between her thighs—though to his credit, his movements were quick and perfunctory.
Perhaps he realized that even though she was getting wet and achy again, she was still too exhausted for another session of mating.
After helping her get clean, he grabbed another cloth and added soap, then rubbed it over his own body. Her mouth went dry as she watched. She decided that watching Balarr take a shower was quite possibly the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed.
Especially when his cock was beginning to harden. Not wanting to start anything—she really did need a bit of rest—she quickly averted her eyes.
A few moments later, he guided her back under the cascading water for one last rinse. Then he turned the water off, helped dry her with a large warm towel, and led her back into his bedroom.
“After we get dressed, sweet Luna, I’ll give you a tour of my ship.”