Chapter 14
As he held her gaze, Warrin pressed the tip of his shaft to Elora’s slick center.
He gave a quick push, and then he was inside her.
She cried out—a sound of blissful pleasure—and settled her hands low on his hips.
Her fingers curled around his buttocks, squeezing.
He growled and pushed deeper, driving to the halfway point.
Fluxx yes.
She was tight, but she was wet and aching for him, and he’d adequately prepared her to receive his girth.
Perhaps he would make a habit of feasting on her pussy and making her shatter on his tongue before he claimed her.
The sweet taste of her lingered on his lips, and he growled again as he gave another push.
He paused to stare down at her, watching her expression carefully for any indication that she might be experiencing pain. But her face was contorted with pleasure. When her eyes eventually met his, she gave him a pleading look, silently begging him to continue.
He grasped her hips and gave one more slight push forward. She rewarded him with a half-whimper, half-moan that caused sensation to sweep up his inner thighs. His scrotum tingled, and his cock throbbed in her tight depths.
“My beautiful mate,” he said, withdrawing from her partway, only to shove straight back inside, this time going a bit deeper. “Soon I will spill my seed inside you, and you will be drenched in my scent. Any male who comes near you will know who you belong to—me.”
A satisfying sense of possession gripped him.
Mine. You’re mine, little sarr’ahh.
Moans and whimpers kept vibrating from her throat, and he savored the sensual noises she was making—proof of her continued pleasure. Her fingers also tightened on the sides of his buttocks.
He set a steady pace of claiming her, withdrawing partially only to drive into her slick pussy, going a bit farther with each careful thrust. As he claimed her, he watched her face for any hint of pain.
But there was none. She was enjoying herself, just as he was savoring the act of their mating. His heart quickened.
His mate. Forever.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room as his thrusts increased.
His desire swelled, and he slowed briefly to regain control of his senses, not wanting to erupt inside her just yet.
Though he was eager to fill her up with his seed, part of him wanted to draw out their first mating session for as long as possible. To savor the experience.
He reached for her clit and swirled his thumb over it. Her eyes flew open for a moment, and she released a keening moan that almost sent him over the edge.
Dark spots clouded his vision, and he suddenly claimed her faster, unable to resist pounding into her slick depths. He continued swirling his thumb over her swollen button, dragging moisture from her core over it while she writhed and whimpered beneath him.
Despite her small size, she was so wet and receptive to his thrusts that he had no difficulty claiming her.
It was as though they’d been created for each other—two souls destined to find their way home at last. Born under different skies, on worlds separated by thousands of light-years… and now, they were mates.
Unable to maintain the slower pace for another moment, he surged faster inside her and pressed down harder on her clit. She gasped and thrust her center up to meet his rapid drives, and then he felt it—the walls of her pussy clamping down on his cock as her climax began.
He erupted into her with a feral roar, pumping fast and deep, spurting torrents of his seed inside her, marking her as his mate for all time. Her moans and whimpers joined with his growls, the sound reverberating throughout his quarters.
After the last pulsating spurt of his seed left him, he ceased moving in her depths and stared down at her. Her eyes were shut, and she wore a fatigued but satisfied expression. He slowly withdrew from her pussy and immediately lifted her onto his lap, holding her close, cradling her in his arms.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she peered at him with a look of utter contentment that buoyed his spirits and healed his soul.
“My mate,” he said. “My little mountain flower.”
A soft smile tugged at her lips. She ran her hand over his chest, gently caressing him.
Though he’d just erupted inside her, his length soon swelled to full readiness.
Star God, he already wanted to claim her a second time.
But he resolved to hold her for a while before he initiated another round of mating.
“My mate,” she said with a small grin, her fingers trailing over his chest. “My big, handsome Vaxxlian warrior.”
The tips of his ears burned, and he felt a flush rise from his neck to his face. A blush, he realized with mild disbelief. She’d called him handsome, and now he was blushing.
A flicker of movement beyond the viewport caught his eye. Multicolored lights shimmered outside the Rennsha. He rose from the bed and carried Elora to the viewport.
“Look,” he said. “The Eshunna Passage.”
“It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, her voice filled with awe.
The pulsating lights spilled over them, bathing their bare skin in ethereal hues. He stood at the viewport, holding her close and savoring the warmth of her body against his until they emerged on the other side of the wormhole.
He met her eyes, then placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
“We’re almost home,” he whispered.
“Home. I like the sound of that.”
An ocean of stars stretched before them, as vast and endless as the affection he felt for her—and his possessiveness.
My little mountain flower—my beloved mate.
He pressed his lips to hers.
At last, they belonged to one another.
Until the end of their days.