Chapter 13
I would cherish you forever.
Until the end of my days, my heart would beat only for you.
Warrin’s profession echoed in her head.
She stared up at the huge Vaxxlian male. His size made her nervous, yes, a little, but he made her feel safe and treasured. They’d known one another for about two days, but when she imagined a future that didn’t include him, her chest became tight, and grief threatened to swallow her whole.
“I will stay on Earth with you, little sarr’ahh,” Warrin said. “If you wish to remain on your home planet, I will stay with you, be your mate, build a life with you, and protect you.”
“I want to mate with you, Warrin.” The second she said it, she felt lighter and filled with hope. The doubts that sometimes whispered she was moving too fast with the alien warrior remained blessedly silent. “But I don’t want to stay on Earth. I want to live on New Vaxx. With you.”
His eyes widened further, and a look of pure joy spread over his features.
She returned his smile. He released her hands and clutched her face, then leaned down to press his lips to hers.
Kissing each other while standing up was a bit difficult, however, given his great height, and he had to bend at the waist and angle his body away from her.
She tried to reach for him, but she only managed to touch one of his arms.
He emitted a playful growl as he broke the kiss.
With another growl, he swept her up into his arms and resumed kissing her, holding her close as his tongue glided against hers.
It didn’t take long for the vibrations of his tongue to start up, and each quick pulse quivered through her, sending heated waves of sensation straight to her clit.
Not breaking the kiss, he carried her into the corridor. He stood outside the bridge for a moment, deepening the kiss, and it suddenly occurred to her that she’d announced her desire to mate with Warrin while the general was watching.
A low buzzing filled the corridor, and when she peeked open her eyes, she noticed the lights flashing in the corridor had shifted from blue to green.
Warrin drew back from their kiss and gazed at her with such tender affection, her remaining doubts, small though they were, finally melted away. She was making the right choice.
He turned to a narrow console built into the wall. She couldn’t decipher the alien symbols scrolling across its surface, but when Warrin exhaled a long breath and his shoulders relaxed, she guessed the news was good.
“The general has granted the Rennsha passage through the blockade.”
Before she could reply, he carried her back onto the bridge and sank into the pilot’s seat while holding her. The main viewscreen was blank—no sign of the general.
With one hand, Warrin tapped a few buttons, swiped across several of the screens, and issued a verbal command in his native tongue. A moment later, he rose to his feet and nuzzled his nose to Elora’s.
“I’ve set a course for the Eshunna Passage,” he murmured.
Excitement swept through her. The newly discovered wormhole made travel between Earth and New Vaxx astonishingly quick—what once took three months now took less than a day.
They were leaving Earth. By this time tomorrow, she would be on New Vaxx with Warrin—her sweet, protective, and handsome Vaxxlian warrior. Her mate. Her heart raced, and warmth pulsed low in her core.
Warrin carried her back into the corridor, moving with purposeful need. Seconds later, they reached his quarters, and he brought her inside. The door zipped shut behind them, sealing them in and adding a breathless sense of finality to the moment.
Alone with her Vaxxlian mate aboard the Rennsha, and bound for the Eshunna Passage, there would be no more interruptions.
Warrin set her gently beside the bed, then stepped back to look at her. The affection in his gaze unraveled her defenses. When he looked at her like that, she felt completely laid bare—every secret, every private thought, suddenly his to see.
“You are so beautiful, little sarr’ahh,” he said in a deep, rumbling tone. “Your beauty is not only of the flesh—it’s also in your spirit. It shines so brightly that sometimes, when I look at you, I can hardly breathe.”
Elora’s lips parted, but no words came. Heat blossomed in her chest, spreading outward until her whole body felt alive, all her nerve endings tingling under the influence of Warrin’s compliment.
No one had ever spoken to her that way—with utter reverence.
The intensity of his glowing green eyes thrilled her, and sparks of tingling warmth continued spreading through her body.
Her eyes burned. “Thank you, Warrin. That is the sweetest compliment anyone’s ever given me.”
He stepped forward and cupped the side of her face. “It is the truth—the truth I feel in my heart every time I’m near you.”
“You take my breath away too, Warrin,” she said. “The first time I saw you, I became choked up and…”
“And slick between your thighs,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I could smell it—the sweet pungency of your arousal. You wanted me at first sight.”
“Well, I won’t deny it.” She lifted her chin.
“Yes, I wanted you at first sight. I’d never seen a male so handsome, and your eyes—something about your eyes drew me in.
There’s a saying on Earth—the eyes are the windows to the soul—and I think it applies perfectly to you.
When I stare into your eyes, I see the goodness in you—and the strength.
It makes me feel safe with you, and it makes me never want to leave your side. ”
As though to prove her point, his eyes suddenly sparkled. He drew her closer, his hands gliding up and down her back. The hard length encased in his pants pressed against her stomach, sending jolts of warmth through her.
“Little sarr’ahh,” he said, his tone formal but tender. “I give you my soul, my body, and my heart.”
The vows. Her pulse skittered. The time to exchange Vaxxlian mating vows had arrived. She cleared her throat.
“Warrin,” she said softly. “I give you my soul, my body, and my heart.” What sweet vows. Was there more? She supposed she was about to find out.
“Upon this mating, I am yours and you are mine,” he said, his voice becoming strained with emotion. He meant every word. She could sense it in the earnestness of his voice, but also in the warmth that continually flickered in his eyes.
“Upon this mating, I am yours and you are mine,” she repeated. No going back. This was forever, and she was no longer afraid.
“May the Star God bless our union,” he said.
“May the Star God bless our union,” she repeated, smiling. Her heart felt ready to burst with joy.
“There. It is done.” He slipped a hand into her hair, caressing gently. “We have finished exchanging the mating vows of my people. Now we must physically consummate our union, and you will belong to me, just as I will belong to you.”
“Until the end of our days,” she whispered.
“Yes.” His gaze darkened, heat simmering in his green depths. He brushed his fingertips along the hem of her shirt.
She drew in a shaky breath as he found bare skin, tracing slow circles on her stomach.
Shivers rippled through her, each one deepening the ache that was building inside her.
Everything between her thighs throbbed, and she couldn’t seem to keep from squirming in place as a whimper escaped her throat.
Slowly, with reverence gleaming in his eyes, he started to remove her clothing.
First, he helped her step out of her pants.
She hadn’t bothered putting shoes on, but she was wearing socks, and he removed those at the same time he pulled her pants off, leaving her almost naked from the waist down.
He stared at her floral-print panties, and a growl rumbled from his chest.
“Thank you for the clothes,” she said. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t thank you sooner. It was very thoughtful.”
“You are welcome, little sarr’ahh.” His eyes met hers as he straightened. In a few quick movements, he stripped off his pants and shirt. He wasn’t wearing undergarments of any kind, and he stood before her fully naked, his huge hard cock jutting outward from his perfectly sculpted body.
She gasped at the size of him, but the fear she’d felt earlier didn’t resurface. She trusted him. She trusted that he would be gentle as he claimed her for the first time.
“I am aching for you, Elora.” He cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
As he performed the sweet action, the bulbous tip of his shaft pressed into her stomach. Even though she was still wearing a shirt, she felt the heat pulsating from his cock, and a thrill swept through her, causing her to whimper again.
He stepped back and tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it upward and over her body. She lifted her arms to assist him, and a moment later, she found herself standing in front of him wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
His eyes trailed over her body, primal lust igniting in his gaze. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. A satisfied growl left him.
“You smell so delicious.”
She flushed. There was no hiding her arousal. For the rest of their lives, he would always know when she desired him. This unnerved her a little, but it also sent tremors of excitement through her.
She reminded herself that she would also know when he was aroused—there was no hiding the huge thickness of his cock whenever he became hard.
A quick glance at the front of his pants and she would have her answer.
And if he was already naked? Well, then it would be even easier.
There was no hiding the big male appendage that jutted out from his body.
He quickly removed her bra, and his eyes glimmered as he stared at her exposed breasts. She inhaled shakily as he cupped her bosom, allowing his thumbs to brush across her hardened nipples. She arched into his touch with a wanton moan.
He lifted her easily, laying her back on the bed. His movements weren’t rushed but held a sense of ceremony, as if every touch and heated glance built upon the vows they’d just exchanged.
He leaned over her, trailing kisses along her neck. “Do you feel it?” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “Our bond. It calls to me.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I feel it.”
As he continued kissing her neck and even dragging his teeth along her collarbone, she quivered beneath him and parted her thighs, eager for him to touch her down there.
The ache building in her core was nearly intolerable.
If he didn’t stroke her clit and drive into her depths soon, filling her up completely, she feared her sanity might fragment.
At last, his fingers slipped inside her panties.
“I’m going to test your readiness to be claimed, little sarr’ahh.”
She sucked in a quick breath and cried out as he stroked his digits over her clit.
Then she felt him prodding at her core, sliding two—or maybe three—fingers inside.
She writhed beneath him, eager and aching, relentless waves of desire thrumming through her, making it difficult to breathe or even form a coherent thought.
“So slick and swollen,” he said in a conversational tone. “But I think I can make you wetter.”
A ripping sound reached her, and then she watched as he tossed the remnants of her panties to the floor. Her heart thudded faster. He’d just ripped her panties off.
“Do not worry, Elora. As you’ve probably already surmised, I have a materials replicator aboard the Rennsha. I can easily replicate a new pair of floral-print panties to replace each one I rip off your body.”
She flushed and gave a slight nod, unable to find her voice.
He shifted position atop her, kissing his way down her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. He pushed her legs wider apart and settled his mouth directly atop her clit. His tongue darted out, vibrating over the most sensitive part of her.
A scream of pleasure caught in her throat.
Oh, God. Oh, yes.
She grasped the covers and jerked against him as he continued swirling his vibrating tongue over her clit.
It happened fast. Still lapping at her clit, he suddenly pushed two or three fingers deep into her core, and she shattered completely, undulating her center against him as she cried out in the throes of an intense, quaking release.
After the last remnant of her climax faded, and she lay panting breathlessly on the bed, he withdrew his fingers from her core.
He pushed her thighs wider apart and leaned back to inspect her. Heat engulfed her. He was staring straight at her swollen pink parts.
“Very nice, little sarr’ahh,” he said in a praising tone. “Your center is soaking wet—and ready for my cock.”