Chapter 15
Zander
“How does that feel? Tight enough?” Fatima asked after she tightened the sling around my back, careful to avoid my arms.
“It feels secure to me,” I replied. She’d placed a large stone on my back in place of a baby. I was going to fly Fatima and the stone to the beach to see what it would be like to carry both a mother and child on my back.
She and I had fallen into a pleasant routine of me cooking her meals, having her rest in my house, then upon waking, she would give me a look that told me she wanted to be touched.
I had made her come many times over the past few weeks.
Her taste was always on my tongue just as it should be.
I hadn’t let her pleasure me in return yet.
I still felt a need to prove myself to Fatima, that I was a worthy male to be considered as her mate.
Her well-being and pleasure were my only concerns, and I wanted to make sure she knew that before I took any pleasure of my own.
My heart pounded in my chest as I felt for the bracelet in my pocket for the tenth time this morning. It had belonged to my mother. My father gave it to her as a courting gift, and I planned on giving it to Fatima at the beach today.
“I’m ready,” Fatima announced as she settled herself onto my back. Her belly had grown even more in the past month, and she looked as beautiful as ever.
“Please keep your hands and feet locked around my body at all times during the flight,” I began in a light tone. Fatima giggled behind me, and I loved the sound of it.
“Please refrain from touching my flaming wings,” I teased.
“Yes, captain,” Fatima replied and I could hear the smile in her tone. She’d explained that a captain was someone who could fly an aircraft back on her home world. I liked being her captain. I would fly her anywhere she wanted.
My arms filled with flames and the air beneath me grew light.
I took off with Fatima and the heavy stone tied to my back.
It was a bit harder to get off the ground with the extra weight, but it wasn’t impossible.
I thought steering might also be a problem, but it was surprisingly easy to stay on a focused flight path with Fatima and the stone on my back.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the beach to come into view. The dark purple waves of the water sparkled in the afternoon sun. I imagined bringing Fatima here with the baby in the spring. We would have lunch by the shore and watch the waves roll in until my little family grew tired.
With those thoughts dancing around my head, I landed softly on the sand.
“It worked! The rock didn’t move once!” Fatima exclaimed as she slid down my back.
“That’s good news,” I smiled in return.
“I think you’re about to become very popular in the village,” she remarked with a coy smile.
“Why is that?”
“If they find out you can fly a mother and baby to the beach, I’m sure the guys will ask Jax if he could fly them as well.”
“I wouldn’t mind flying people over here, if that’s what they wanted,” I liked the idea of being of use to my dekes.
“You’ve got a kind heart, Zander,” Fatima commented as she reached up to caress my face. I leaned into her touch, and bent down low enough for my lips to meet hers.
We kissed as she untied the blanket from around my neck and let her fingers linger upon my skin. Her touch was like fire setting my soul ablaze.
“I want to touch you,” Fatima whispered. “You always make me come but never let me return the favor.”
“You don’t have to,” I protested.
“I want to,” Fatima replied. “Please.”
She looked up at me with a yearning and desire in her eyes that I never thought I’d see. I had been a shifter hiding under Dameron’s rule. I couldn’t luminess, and yet Fatima looked at me as if I were the most honorable male in the dekes. I could deny her nothing.
She squeaked when I lifted her up into my arms and carried her to a nearby cave. Then I gently set her down on the dry moss.
“Lay down here,” she instructed and I did what she asked. Anticipation coursed through me as she slowly undid the laces of my pants and pulled them down my legs.
I let out a groan of relief when my hard cock sprang fourth finally free from the confines of my clothes.
Fatima’s eyes grew wide and a smile spread across her face. “You’re...pleasantly ribbed and very large.”
“This pleases you?” I couldn’t help but ask. I wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
“Oh yes, very much,” she commented with a warm grin.
Just as the corner of my own mouth turned up, Fatima gripped the base of my cock and gave me a gentle tug.
“Gah!” I dug my fingers into the sand and reminded myself to breathe.
Her touch felt amazing, better than anything I’d ever felt before.
Fatima slid her hand up and down my cock again then toyed with the sensitive tip. I let out another moan and my hips bucked forward.
“You’re so perfect,” Fatima breathed.
I looked up at her then, gazing upon her tan skin, rounded belly, warm smile, and dark hair. She was breath taking.
“Not perfect,” I breathed. “I can’t glow for you.”
“Maybe we don’t need to glow for each other. Maybe all we need is love.”
Her words curled around me like a soft blanket. I’d never dreamed I’d hear her say such a thing. Could she really find me worthy even without luminescence?
I wanted to ask her as much, but the words died in my throat as she stroked my cock again, harder this time. I gripped her thigh and moaned, “Fatima, my kira-si.”
The phrase left my mouth, unbidden. It was our word for mate and meant beat of my heart. It was true, nonetheless. My heart beat for Fatima and no other.
Fatima took her time exploring my cock, letting her fingers trace over every ridge, every vein until I thought I might go mad.
I was so close to my release, but I held back as much as I could.
I wanted this moment to last forever. I knew it wouldn’t.
I knew as soon as she started to stroke my cock in earnest, I would come in a matter of moments, but for now I would relish in her thorough exploration of my shaft.
My cock began to vibrate as it always did when I was this aroused and Fatima gasped.
“I didn’t know it could do that,” she commented sounding pleased.
“Mmm,” was all I could say. My mind was gone. My entire world had narrowed down to the movement of her hand on my cock.
Her grip grew tighter and her pace sped up.
Over and over again, she stroked me going faster and faster until I was panting and lifting my hips to meet her every movement.
My fingers sunk even deeper into the sand as I tried to find something to grip onto.
Something to hold me down to this world while Fatima lifted my body to the height of pleasure.
I’d never felt anything quite like this. I’d pleasured myself many times before, but having Fatima touch me was different. It was better.
My sack grew tight, and my body went rigid as my release barreled through me.
A sound closer to a roar than a moan echoed through the cave as my seed continued to spill forth.
“So perfect,” Fatima said again and I could hardly believe it. She had stroked me to completion and despite my ability to glow for her, called me perfect.
I sat up and caressed her face. I needed to touch her, to know she was real, that this had really happened.
“You’re perfect.” The words came out rough. There was a knot in my throat and a lightness in my chest.
I got up from where I sat, cleaned myself off, and returned fully clothed.
“Fatima, I have something I want to give you,” I informed her as I sat back down and reached into my pocket.
“It belonged to my mother, but I want it to be yours.”
I pulled out the bracelet that I’d kept safe over the years.
The beads were made from a dried flower petal paste, and the chord had been woven together with fibers my sire collected from the strongest reeds he could find.
He’d made this with his own hands and given it to my mother in an attempt to woo her.
They had not luminesed yet, but he always told me that there was no doubt in his mind that my mother was his mate.
I felt the same way about Fatima. I did not need luminescence to tell me what I already knew in my heart.
“It’s so beautiful,” Fatima spoke in a soft tone as she ran her fingers lightly over the beads.
“As are you,” I replied, and her cheeks turned red.
“Let me put it on you,” I requested and Fatima extended out her hand so I coud place the bracelet on her wrist.
It fit perfectly, just like I knew it would.
“I may never glow for you, but I will give you everything I have to make up for it.”
“Zander,” Fatima breathed and cupped my cheek with her hand. “You have nothing to make up for.”
“I’m not so sure that’s true,” I tried to keep the sorrow out of my tone, but it was evident in my voice.
“Here, let me prove it to you,” Fatima replied.
“Lift your arm into the air and make it turn into fire.”
I did as she asked and used my shifter abilities to turn my arm into a flame.
“See, you’re glowing for me right now.” The smile she gave me was warm, and kind, and filled with love.
I extinguished my flames and scooped Fatima into my arms. My heart was so filled with joy I thought it might burst.
“You would accept me even though I cannot luminess?”
“Of course I do,” Fatima assured me. “I’ve been worried that you might not want me. I can’t luminess to you either and I’m pregnant with a child that isn’t yours.”
I placed my hand on her belly and rested it there for a long moment. “They could be ours. It would bring me great joy if you’d let me raise them as if they were.”
She’d been looking down at my hand on her stomach, so I placed a finger under her chin and made her look up at me. “I want you, Fatima. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Truly? You want me and the baby?” She asked with hope in her eyes.