Chapter 9 #2
Finally he was satisfied when she smelled like a combination of the two of them. That’s when he noticed her legs were shaking slightly, as if she was having a hard time supporting her own weight.
Still on his knees, he leaned back so he could turn her around.
She looked down at him with dazed eyes. Her feminine scent was growing strong again.
He reached a hand between her legs and eased a finger inside her, testing her receptiveness.
She let out a low moan and pressed her pelvis against his digit, seeking more.
Yes, he could give her more!
Standing up, he grabbed her under her luscious ass and lifted until their pelvises were even.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.
Pressing her back against the wall again, he let go of her with one hand to reach between them.
He slotted the tip of his shaft to her opening then returned his hand to her ass.
He pressed in until only his head was inside her then stopped, savoring her tight heat.
She had other ideas. She tightened her strong legs, taking him by surprise. She impaled herself on him, making them both cry out.
“Finally a real one,” she said under her breath. He didn’t understand what she meant, but he couldn’t remain still any longer.
Drawing his shaft nearly all the way out, he thrust back in, almost violently.
“Yes!” she screamed, holding onto him with her arms and legs as if he was the only solid thing in her world.
His rumble got stronger, and she jerked and gasped.
“Goddamn it, you’re vibrating! How are you vibrating?”
For a moment he thought he should stop, then she moaned.
“Oh fuck, so good.”
He knew some rumbles could affect different spots on a Talin’s body. This rumble, which was a weird mix of soothing and sensual, was causing his shaft to vibrate.
She was panting and her body was starting to stiffen. She opened her mouth and let out a silent scream as her sheath clamped down on his shaft.
Her climax triggered his. He roared, filling her with his seed. His vision wavered and blacked around the edges as the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced sent shocks through his body.
It was as if he was on fire!
He emptied himself into her. Even before he was finished filling her with his seed, he wanted to do it again and again. He wanted to cover her outside in his bonding scent and fill her inside with his fluid.
“You’re mine!” he growled. “All of you is mine.”
She didn’t talk, only gasped and held on tight.
He finished pumping himself into her, feeling her body clutching at him. She shook and panted. When she relaxed in his embrace and her head lolled down until her forehead rested on his shoulder, he realized he’d rung out every bit of pleasure from her.
“That was good,” she whispered. “Let’s go to bed and cuddle.”
He grunted but didn’t take her to the bed. Still buried inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and carried her into the cleansing unit.
“Good idea,” she mumbled. “I don’t think I can stand after that. Put me on the floor and the unit will probably get me mostly clean.”
“I’m going to clean you,” he said. He sank to his knees to lay her out on the unit floor, wishing it was softer. She didn’t seem to care though.
“Oh, the cool feels good,” she said, letting her arms flop to either side of her.
The place was set up for Leemrons to bathe, so there were all kinds of items a Talin wouldn’t need, including a soft cleansing cloth.
He pulled the immersion tube off the wall and filled it with warm water. It was large enough for a full-sized Talin, so when he settled Han in the water, she slid down. He was quick to keep her head from going under the water and propped her against the side.
He should’ve checked with her before doing this. Some species had a natural dislike of being in water. He checked for signs of distress, but her eyes were closed and her face was still relaxed.
“This is nice,” she murmured. “I haven’t gotten to take a bath in years.”
Slitting her eyes open, she reached for the cleansing cloth he’d draped on the edge, but he sounded a soothing rumble and pushed her hand away and back into the water.
“I’m going to care for you,” he said.
“Sure, okay,” she said, before letting her eyes fall closed again.
He was careful but thorough, washing every part of her. When he got to the space between her legs, he hesitated. He didn’t want to wash himself off her. A possessive part of him wanted her to remain filled with his seed.
Forcing himself to clean that area also, he consoled himself with the thought that he’d get to fill her again.
His mating shaft tried to fill with blood, but he ignored it. His human was exhausted. She needed comfort and care.
After she was clean, he drained the water and mostly dried her off where she was laying.
He managed to keep her mane mostly dry. He’d seen her sleep in her braids before, so he left them.
Rolling her into a large drying cloth, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
It wasn’t as good as a proper nest, but when he knelt on it to lay her down, he realized it was softer than the nest he’d made on the ship.
He settled her down then lay next to her. Before he could even finish drawing up the blankets, she’d rolled over and thrown one leg and one arm over him, as if claiming him. He liked it!
He finished tucking them in and relaxed. He thought she’d fallen asleep until she spoke up.
“I’m excited to meet your sister. I’m a little sad that she’ll think I’m a low-intelligence species and a pet.”
He started up a soothing rumble and ran a hand up and down her back. “It won’t be for long. This is probably the last time I’ll ever see my sister, and I want to be able to say goodbye.”
She let out a long breath. “That’s sad too.”
“It’s not as sad as you think,” he countered. “She probably won’t be the same person I remember from childhood. I’m sure she’ll be civil and perhaps even cordial, but that will be it.”
She huffed out a laugh. “So now my sadness switches again. I can’t imagine being indifferent with my family. Sure, sometimes they drive me crazy and occasionally we get into arguments, but I’d never treat any of them like an acquaintance instead of family.”
He didn’t know how to respond, so he hummed and pulled her fully on top of him. She snuggled on his broad body, her face against the bare strip of skin at his neck.
“You’re the best bed,” she murmured.
He sounded the rumble she called a purr. “You’re the best blanket.”
“It’s like we were made for each other,” she said, her voice fading as she succumbed to sleep.
“We were,” he whispered, overjoyed to be holding the most perfect human that ever existed. “Every day I’ll do my best to deserve you.”