choke back the sound but couldn't fight the quivering wave of pleasure shaking every cell in my body. And he matched my cries blow by blow until the universe shook with a force that froze us into one gasping form shrieking in unison.
His cock lunged inside me.
Scalding seed kissed my womb.
He paused as if in some sort of Tiger reverie then started to pump his hips again.
Forcefully.
I clenched my inner muscles around him. Milking every drop of his seed into my soul.
He groaned, tucking his chin into his chest.
Like he prayed for mercy, his muscles straining to empower his prayer.
I felt like a goddess. Out in the middle of nowhere outer space. Drifting on a planet full of Tiger folk. With the most incredible example of a Tiger Lord pumping his essence into me, one vigorous stroke at a time. I matched his dying enthusiasm.
We ground our hips together until our heartbeats calmed ever-so-slightly. Until there was nothing left in us but a fraction of a movement that left my heart crying for more.
More. Dammit.
He could no longer move, hunched over me in a silent trance.
My Tiger had really taken care of me. “Hey,” I managed a breathy whisper and uncurled a few fingers. Stiff as they were, the feat wasn't easy.
His black hair curtained his face. But he turned his blue gaze to mine.
One of my hands slipped free of the harness. I slid the palm down the corded damp skin of his neck to his prickly beard. “Well done, husband."
The smile stretching his black moustache liquefied what was left of my heart.
"Wrank, get ready. You're about to have to do that again."
Blessed stars, Wrank could have thrust right back inside his mate's silken heat but his thundering heart demanded he hold her sleek sweaty curves close and stare into her sparkling eyes where he held her quaking curves on her side against his chest, staring into the face that saved him. To feel her breathe trapped inside my embrace , he thought. After living for what seemed like an eternity as my mother's Royal Guard, mating with a female was the most sacred act. Equal to nothing other than wearing the mask of a Royal Guard. Hiding a man's emotions. But The Order of the Marshals liberated the Lords and gave us a chance to claim mates outside the advantage of political marriage for our mothers, Queens of the Realms. The most holy act. And all I could think about was gazing into the eyes of a female who gave me her heart.
Something to claim as mine forever. Earthlings may age faster and live shorter lives than Luvks. But that mattered little. Theone was mine.
"You're staring at me,” she smiled and traced a finger along my upper lip.
I kissed the soft pad of her finger. “What would you have me do otherwise?"
Her smile split into a wicked grin. “Do you really have to ask?"
Not by the gleam in her eyes. I squeezed her stiff ribcage and rolled us over until she draped my chest.
She squirmed and giggled against me. “Feeling frisky?” She planted a kiss on my chin.
Oh yes. But there were things that must be said. I waited for her to calm down.
"Oh no. You're too quiet,” she groaned.
The dread in her voice only made me burst out laughing. Before her face twisted into a scold, I rolled her shoulders back into the mattress and sank between her thighs. “You, Theone Kember, made me burst out laughing.” So happy that words escape me. Or I fear speaking will detract from the moments we share together."
Her eyes stretched with her budding smile. “Wrank—"
"I will say what I mean to say.” And smiling would only encourage her to insert her thoughts. So, I forced a stoic mask and leaned down until our noses almost touched.
Her warm breath came in choppy clips.
She was thinking. Perhaps not about what I would say. Maybe more about coupling. Not bad thoughts. Just untimely because I would declare her significance to me. “You have made me happier than all Luvk warriors, Theo.” I pressed a kiss to her soft lips then pulled back to watch her