Chapter 55 #3
“I want to enjoy our time together first. I want to love you and only you and focus on nothing but the two of us. For as long as it lasts. Until we’re ready to change that. Until fate changes it for us. Whichever comes first.”
Trove leaned into her touch. And, honestly, he rather liked that idea.
“I want to breed you,” he said, the power of the words making his groin burn with desire. It was an instinctive drive, partially fed by the mating bond, even unfinished as it was. But knowing he had time before it became an issue was a relief. “But I think I’m glad for more time.”
She nodded. “Right? Doesn’t it sound great? To have no other purpose than to love each other, spoil each other, have fun together. We have an entire cosmos to visit. There are so many planets we could see. So many places we can go.”
“Our purpose…” He repeated softly.
No other purpose but to love her.
No other reason to exist but for joy.
Joy in her. Joy in his life.
Was that… his purpose?
Weak, worthless, useless…
No. He had a purpose.
To please his female.
To be pleasured by her in return.
Such an easy existence.
Such a wonderful one.
“I want that,” he breathed, reaching for her. Kissing her eagerly. Hungrily. “I want that so much. Vi adassi. My mate. My love. I want nothing more than to love you and be loved by you.”
She laughed, embracing him in return. Making space for him between her legs, one knee bending up by his hip. Automatically opening for him.
So eager for his pleasure. So eager to please him in return.
There was no order given this time.
There was no determination to meet her without an order.
No boundaries.
No rigid expectations.
He wanted to play with her again. He liked tying her up. He liked watching her obey his orders. He liked the love games they played.
But they could also be just… this.
Normal.
Ordinary.
Touching each other with no fear, no trepidation, no determination. He didn’t have to brace himself. He didn’t have to anticipate her touching him.
Because she would never touch him selfishly. She was always safe for him. As he would always be a safe place for her.
His vicious, powerful little mate that had killed for him. Who protected him so righteously.
Grabbing her, he abruptly rolled them over. She let out a short cry of surprise but didn’t resist the motion. Their kiss was broken for only a moment and then she was throwing herself back at him. At the same moment, he grabbed her clothes and, using his new claws, ripped them to shreds.
The cry Chee let out this time was partially in dismay. And he knew why. That wasn’t one of her overly baggy clothes from Earth. That was one of her pretty dresses that he got her. The ones that flattered her form and made her appear dazzling to others.
They looked even better hanging off her in tatters.
Grabbing her by the arms, he jerked her down so he could close his mouth over her nipple. He sucked and licked at the hardening bud as he used his claws to rip through the rest of her clothing and his own until they were laying in a nest made of the shredded remains of their garments.
For the first use of his claws since he’d restored them, it was an excellent trial of their abilities. Beaten only a moment later by the way she shivered and trembled over him as he dragged the slightly dull tips over her skin. Caressing her in the same way she often did him.
“Trove,” she moaned, shaking so prettily.
“Say my name again,” he ordered, grabbing her ass with both hands. Digging his claws into her skin. The points made her cry out, though he didn’t press hard enough to puncture. He would still definitely be leaving marks, and he loved it.
Pushing himself up, he got them into a seated position with her on her knees, hovering above his lap. He kept her there, one arm around her waist, legs spread.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, running his fingers across her slit. Being careful of his claws.
He didn’t regret regrowing them, but he was also willing to bite a couple of them short if it meant he could keep pleasing her.
But his claws weren’t sharp. They were pointed but not pointy. He didn’t need to worry about shredding her flesh if he was slow or careful.
And he was both of those things as he teased and pressed at her entrance. Pushing forward, pulling back. Opening her, stretching her. Watching her face, her reactions, as he fucked her with, essentially, only his claws.
She trembled and shook. She moaned and panted. Her hips jerked as she tried to seek more. Of his fingers. Of his claws.
He smiled wickedly, pleased with her reaction.
They learned together. The limits of her body. The new limits of his. She liked the slight pressure of his claws right there at the front of her hole. Not much, but enough for her to feel it. To know he was fucking her with them.
“You are so beautiful,” he praised. Cock hard and painful. But he had grown used to that ache. It was a desperation that reminded him that he needed to be inside his mate. But it was a sweet sort of agony that he relished as it grew worse the more he pleased her and denied himself.
She was his only purpose now. Pleasing her, loving her, finding joy in her.
There could be no greater pursuit for his life.