51. Bambi
BAMBI
Ithink he broke my pussy.
Flopping on my back, arm flung across my face, I lay there contemplating my life’s choices this morning. Shimming my hips, I realize that I’m sorer than in any genuine pain—thank God—because I definitely want a repeat of last night.
Well.
Maybe regular sex next time without the jalapeno stuff.
We’ll save that for special occasions because…
fuck, that’s intense. I bet there isn’t another post-virginity gal that can say she lost her cherry in such a spectacular way.
Peeking around my arm to see where Bikar is, I’m moderately annoyed to find he’s not in bed, nor can I hear him moving around in the bathroom.
Sliding my hand over to his side, I find it cool and realize he’s been up and about for a while.
Grabbing my comm, I check it to see if Heather’s messaged me yet this morning.
When I don’t see anything, I toss it back on the bedside table.
Flicking the covers back, I get out of bed and hurry into the bathroom. My bladder started yelling at me the moment my body was fully awake. As soon as my butt hits the toilet, it’s pure, sweet relief. Once I’m done, I brace myself and hit the button for the bidet.
By now, I only squeak a little when the cold water hits me in the snatch. It’s an attention getter, but it sure beats toilet paper.
Just as I’m about to get in the shower, a flash of brilliant color on my arm catches me by surprise. Rotating my arm back and forth, my breath catches as I realize what I’m looking at.
It’s my mating collar.
Rushing over to the mirror to see the rest of it, my heart is pounding in anticipation. Hopefully, it’s just as pretty as what the other girls have.
What I find is breathtaking.
Thick, dazzling, bold metallic turquoise lines—like the color Bikar’s scales when the light hits them—gently spiral down my body from the wide band circling my neck.
Both of my arms and legs are completely covered in them, and extending to the tips of my fingers and toes as well.
Peering closer, I realize that the mark covers the worst of my scars, front and back.
Taking a step away from the mirror so I see my entire reflection, I catch my face grinning back.
My breasts, belly, back, and butt are framed by the pretty flowing lines.
Tilting my head so I can see the underside of my chin, my lips part in a gasp when I see that the collar covers half my throat.
It starts where a man’s Adam’s apple would be and extends up to the underside of my jaw.
No, that’s not quite right.
Peering closer, I realize the two bite marks behind my ears are outlined by my collar, and have a shimmery, pearlescent sheen to them.
“Wow! My collar is way cooler than Rowan and Gwen’s.”
“Yes, I agree.”
Yelping in alarm, I spin around to see Bikar leaning shirtless against the bathroom door, watching me with eyes full of love, wings out and clasped together above his head.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see that your beauty has only grown with the addition of your collar.”
Blushing at his compliment, I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Where were you? You weren’t in bed when I woke up.”
Leaving his spot by the door, he crosses the bathroom, tracing my mating collar with his eyes. “Your little theroquine needed tending. I took care of him so you could sleep.”
Facepalming, my groan makes him laugh. “I’m a terrible pet parent. I completely forgot about Rooster. It’s a good thing we don’t have kids; I have no idea what kind of mother I would be if I can’t even take care of an alien puppy.”
Bikar’s demeanor shifts from relaxed to serious so fast it gives me whiplash. “Bambi, you must not say such things. You have only had… er… Rooster for a single rotation, and you must always remember I am here by your side. Such responsibilities will never be yours alone. We are a mated pair.”
“Valid point. But thank you anyway. I appreciate you taking care of him. I already love him tons and bunches.”
“This I know, little doe.”