Chapter Eleven
“You weren’t just the stars to me. You were the whole damn sky.”
~Anonymous
I couldn’t believe it was real, and I was actually there with Davos on his ship going back to Tygeria, but there was no denying the fact this was Davos holding me in his arms again.
I buried my nose in the crease of his neck and just breathed him in, unable to pull myself away, even for a second.
I still couldn’t quite believe it, but his scent was so comforting and so sweet that I never wanted to move out of his arms again.
Except…where was my baby?
“Davos, where’s Mikos? I have to see him!”
“Mikos is fine, nobyo. He’s in the clinic with the doctors where he’s safe. I wanted him to stay that way while I went to find you on that Alliance ship.”
“I need to see him.”
“I know, and you will. But rest a moment and then I’ll go for him. I have to make sure you’re all right first.”
“They never harmed me, if that’s what you mean. They couldn’t understand why I wanted to leave and thought that I should be more grateful to them and happy to be going back to Earth.”
“I was wondering about that too. I’m sorry. I know you wanted to go back home, but I didn’t want to let you go, Lieutenant.” He kissed me again. “The baby needs his omak. I need you, too.”
We kissed for a while, neither of us in any hurry to end this sweet embrace. Finally, I managed to pull away and smile up at him. “His omak, huh?—that’s me, right?”
“Yes, nobyo. Does that bother you? It’s a term of great respect to us. In most cases, our omaks are the ones who guide us and help shape our lives.”
“Oh, I know, I’ve read about them. We first learned about the Tygerian omaks in training. There are accounts of them fighting and even sacrificing their lives for their children. They sounded fierce to me.”
“They can be. The good ones—not like the one my brother and I had, but others. Many have given up their own lives to protect their children.”
“Well, yeah. Of course, they would. I would, anyway.”
He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. “I believe you would.”
“To save Mikos? In a heartbeat. Oh, can’t we just go see him? I can’t even remember exactly what he looks like. On that ship, I used to have nightmares about it.”
He kissed me again, and I held onto that kiss as long as I could. “I need the baby, Davos.”
“I’ll send for him.”
He opened his communicator and punched in a number, then spoke into it in rapid Tygerian. After a few moments, he ended the call and nodded. “They’ll bring him as soon as he finishes his bottle.”
“Oh,” I said, my voice sounding a little sad and wistful, even to me. “Bring him now. I can give him his bottle.”
Davos smiled. “Apparently, he has a big appetite. When they try to take it away from him too soon, he gets upset.”
I smiled and wanted him so badly in that moment, I almost got up and went to him, but Davos pulled me back.
“Not so fast. You’re still regaining your strength and what you went through just now when we rescued you was traumatic. The doctors told me you still need a transfusion, too. Their doctors gave you one, but you needed more. The humans didn’t give you the medicine you needed either.”
“Well, no. I don’t think they knew to do that.”
“Which is why the bastards shouldn’t have ripped you away from me only minutes after the baby arrived. They endangered you.”
“I’m fine. I actually feel pretty good.”
He gave a low growl, and I decided to stop defending them, because it was making him angry.
I snuggled into him instead. I was still afraid his strong arms around me might all be just a dream.
He pulled me onto his lap, my ass on his thighs and his hard, big cock rubbing against me.
He bent to kiss my lips and then moved on to my cheeks and my nose and even my eyelids.
I could definitely tell he’d missed me. And he was trying to erase the memory of the last days from my body and from his mind.
A possessive, strong man like my husband probably felt as if he had failed to keep his mate safe, and he wanted to stake his claim on me again. I was all about that too.
There was a knock on the door to Davos’s quarters, and the doctors brought the baby to me.
Finally, I got to hold him and love on him to my heart’s content.
I made them move his bed into our room so I wouldn’t miss any more time with him, and for the next week or so that it took us to get back home to Tygeria, I tried to spend as much time with him as I could, making up for lost time.
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“Rakkur,” Davos said, “It’s getting to be time for your husband to arrive. Go check with the guards for me. Tell them to send him straight to us when he gets here.”
“Oh…all right,” Rakkur said. “Omak’s almost through with his story anyway, aren’t you, Omak? I need to check on the twins too, to make sure they’re still asleep.”
“Oh yes,” I said, “go ahead, dear. That’s pretty much the whole story.”
He smiled at me and left, and I turned back to Davos. “There was one little part left, of course.”
“Yes. Let me see if I can remind you of it.”
He pulled me into his arms and began to remind me pretty vividly. I must say he knew how to tell a good story.
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Little whimpers were coming from my throat as Davos made me gasp and strain and push my cock against him even harder. His hands were all over me, touching me wherever he could reach.
Four weeks had passed since Davos rescued me from the ship bound for Earth, and I was back on Tygeria at last. It was the first time he’d made love to me since Mikos had been born, insisting that we wait for the full six weeks the doctors suggested before he penetrated me with anything more than his tongue.
We were in bed together, trying to be quiet, since I’d just gotten Mikos to go to sleep.
I fastened my hands on Davos’s shoulders like they were a life preserver, and we had just gone overboard.
I felt a little like I had, because I was drowning in his kisses.
It was like overload when I’d been without this for far too long.
I was literally getting lightheaded from lack of breath, but I couldn’t seem to let him go.
His arms had wrapped themselves around me so tightly and he groaned against my ear as he pulled me closer.
His scent, which was like wine and spice and his own unique brand of male was driving me crazy and I couldn’t get close enough to him.
It had been way too long since he’d made love to me.
It must have been the same for him because the next thing I knew he was pulling off the robe I‘d been wearing. He made a noise of displeasure, because he liked me to always be naked under my robes, and I’d taken to wearing the Earthan style underwear again, because it was so much more comfortable to me.
My cock strained forward eagerly as he practically tore them off me and threw them across the room, and my eyes rolled back in my head a little when he touched me.
I almost came in his hand then and there.
He started to stroke me while I pulled and pushed at his shirt to get it open and then fastened my mouth on one round, pebbly nipple.
I should have stopped him, because the baby was right there near us, though asleep.
But I still felt like I should be more discreet I defy any red-blooded male to think logically when someone like Davos is stroking their dick, though.
His other hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer.
I was rubbing my hands over his muscular chest and trying to tell him how nice he felt.
I bit down on one of his nipples again, and he groaned as I felt a little shiver go through him.
“I remembered this when I used to dream of you at night on that ship,” I told him.
“All of this, all hard muscle,” I said, panting, as he took my mouth again and there wasn’t enough time to breathe between kisses.
I pushed up desperately into his hand and then I was coming embarrassingly soon.
He stroked me through it and murmured in my ear some more.
Something soft and so sweet. And I still wanted more of him.
How had I lived without him for so long?
Even though I felt spent and wrung out, he wasn’t done with me yet.
He lowered his lips to mine, and I brushed my hand over the real prize.
Obligingly, he shoved down his pants and he was just as long and hard and perfect as I’d remembered him being.
I helped him pull off his boots and his trousers which were caught around his ankles, laughing a little breathlessly.
Then I was on my back with my legs in the air where he’d put me, and he was looking at me like I was something to eat.
I needed to touch him like I needed air.
But he took both my hands and pinned them over my head, nuzzling my neck like he couldn’t help himself.
“Stay just like that,” he ordered, bossy as ever.
He fumbled in the drawer beside the bed, finding oil.
Then he positioned himself between my thighs and buried a well lubed finger in my ass.
We both groaned and he kissed me again. It had been a long while for me—he hadn’t really penetrated me in a while because of the baby—so when after a few minutes of stroking, he added another finger, I arched in discomfort, crying out a little.
He made soothing sounds against my mouth, but he didn’t stop or slow down, just kept on until the sounds I made were those of excited pleasure, and I turned my head and kissed the corner of his mouth and gently bit his bottom lip.