21. Chapter 21 #2
His white hair brushes over my face, their ends now drenched too as he looks down at me, tickling the soft skin of my face. Unable to brush it away, I wrinkle my nose instead. The sorrow, the hot, unfiltered want in his eyes drills through me.
“D-don’t wash it off. I want to stay like this for a while longer.”
I could swear he shudders against me. “Shall I take you to your nest?”
I try to shake my head, but nothing moves. I haven’t used the tent since we bonded. Haven’t even wanted to, but Sor’en has kept it clean and tidy for me despite my knowing how badly we’d both rather see it torn down. It boiled down to the choice again.
He kept my nest.
I chose his bed.
I got to choose.
And I’m doing it again now.
Telling him the only safe way I can that I want him. That… that I think I could love him. Love him terribly so, in my own horrible way.
That I’m sorry.
“Take me to bed. I want… I need you. Like this.”
“Hue… I’ve paralyzed you.” He half groans as he heads for the bed.
My entire body is lighting up as my back meets the sheets because sensation is everywhere, clawing up my insides, only I can’t respond to it. “I-I don’t care. It’s my fault for running. I need you like this so bad,” I whimper.
“You need your monster to force himself on you then?”
God help me, I whimper a resounding yes.
He stills at that, and for a moment, just a moment, there’s more than need in his eyes. There’s emotion, and the opacity swims with it.
My heart clenches painfully in my chest, the sorry organ under constant self-inflicted warfare because of its shitty owner.
I could have this, I could have him for the rest of my life.
I could have this home and all the pretty gifts that will soon fill it, assuming I still get all my treasures from the city center.
No more fighting for every bite of food, lying and stealing from creatures more deadly than me.
My eyes fill with tears I hadn’t realized had even stopped as Sor’en gently, slowly, reverently strips me.
The garment, which was a deep V shirt like he often wears, slips free from my shoulders easily.
Exposing my breasts, his eyes catch on the necklace, the dual teeth that now lie there.
During his rage, at least judging by the look in his eyes, he’d missed it.
“Tell me what it is, Draya’la, about this foreign tooth that keeps your soul so out of reach?”
My chin wobbles. “How do you know it’s the tooth?”
His eyes meet mine as he inhales me deeply, making my body shiver. “You grip it every time you wound me.”
“I have to get to Lunareth.”
His savage growl vibrates the planes of my tummy as he dips lower. “Is it another male you seek on your golden planet?”
“No!” I rush out, wishing for a moment I had let him wash me off, that I could grab him… reassure him. However good I’d be at that.
I never thought white eyes could be so dark…
so deadly, but I see it there, what makes them so feared.
That while they choose peace and kindness, they can be so much more.
Or at least mine can. “And this tooth has to rip you off to the other side of the galaxy more than you have to be loved, adored, and cared for by me? More than you need the safety and warmth I provide you?”
I try to nod, that section of my spine remaining still. “Yes.”
He leans down, kissing my chest in soft, aching presses of the lipless seam of his hard mouth. I’m not ready when his grip turns punishing.
But my body is.
I cry out as he snarls against my skin, turning me onto my stomach with such ease that I groan. “Very well, mate. I shall make it impossible for you to leave.”
My core throbs as he jerks up my languid body, positioning me as his hot, pulsing, vibrating cock rubs my center, already slick in the way he likes. “It will break my heart.”
“Then I will mend it,” he counters as he jerks into me.
There’s no working me up, no gentle ease of the tapered end of his cock as I moan loudly, my body aching and spasming at the sudden intrusion.
“I am going to breed this tiny human womb, force it to swell with my young,” he says as he reaches around with his oil slick palms, spreading warm tingles over my breasts between the sheets. “Truly take this choice from you.”
“Yes. Please, I-I don’t want to leave you.”
The admission feels like bile deep in my throat.
A betrayal and hurt so deep that for a moment it threatens to choke me, to wipe out the burning need in my core.
But then Sor’en moans. Such a masculine, needy sound as he thrusts into me again, and with that, there’s nothing but him and me.
Nothing but the feeling of him stretching and vibrating my center in ways that defy the need for thought, and I let him.
My body is limp, nothing under his musings.
When he reaches around, teasing my little nub with his fingers as he rocks into me from behind, my eyes roll back. “Come now, Hue. I have not yet taken your ability to speak. Let me hear your soft little pleasure sounds.”
Then he pinches my bundle of nerves ever so softly.
I scream, my orgasm, as I’ve learned they’re called ripping through me like a hot iron.
My whimpers muffled by the pillow my face is shoved into until it's gently redirected by Sor’en so that I don’t suffocate.
Although I’m quite certain I wouldn’t mind.
He brushes my hair away with such tenderness while he whispers pure vitriol.
“Pretty helpless little mate. I fear you’re going to have to remind me how badly your paralyzed soft body needs my seed. ”
“I need it!” I gasp out as he fucks into me.
He tsks. “Not you, my sweetest gift, my reckoning. Your cunt, that tight little womb. Tell me it needs me.”
“It needs you, Sor’en. My cunt needs you so bad.”
“See? You can be such a well-behaved mate. I need only keep you soft and spread on my cock.”
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck.”
His cum hits me like a hot jet, making stars burst behind my eyes as he bellows his release, mirroring my climax. I don’t know how long we lie there panting, him draped over me, keeping his weight off until his gentle hands shift me, turning me onto my back.
My lips part as he lifts my limp legs, forcing them to my chest. “What—"
“We mustn’t be wasteful.” I flush as his chest meets my lifted knees, keeping them pinned there. His pristine white hair dancing again over my face as he leans down, pressing the lightest kiss to the long scar that runs up my neck. “You are beautiful, Hue.”
“So are you, Sor’en.”
He smirks at that.
So, I open for him… as much as I can. I tell him how I got the scar.
How I got caught sneaking out of the education pod when I was only a few kintics from aging out.
I’d dipped deeper into the bowels of Warmar Space Station than I’d ever gone before.
That no sooner than I emerged from the walls into the inner rim, I’d swiped a pouch from a Yalmet male.
A towering and proud ice species not known for their forgiveness.
It’s said they roam their planet on giant beasts made from the same ice core as them millions of orbits ago.
He’d turned on me and opened my flesh neck to chin in the blink of an eye.
“My pod keepers barely convinced him not to finish the job, but as soon as we’d reached the nearest medical hub, I was almost gone, anyway. I nearly died, but I still had the pouch.” I chuckle.
My mate does not see the humor in it. His white eyes lethal and hard.
“I didn’t learn shit either.” I beam up at him.
He growls, leaning in to playfully nip at my face. “Horrid little mate.”
I laugh at that, feeling oddly giddy.
That feeling only increases as Melion bursts into the room, expanding himself like a huge crackling blanket and throwing himself over us with happy little warbles.
Sor’en’s laugher mixes with mine and emotion again clogs my throat.
Because I love them.
Both of them.
A lot.