“My love,” he whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly, his cock twitching inside her.
“You. Oh,you,” she said in a breathy moan, the world spinning around her. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. Always.”
A look of pure contented joy spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with tears of emotion.
“Once our Infalas complete the change they will bond us completely. Then we will begin our new life together.”
She nuzzled her face into the delicious musk of his sweat-gleaming chest and purred with joy. “I want nothing more,” she said. “Nothing at all.”
It took them a while to come down from their sexual high, the energy between them was positively crackling, making it hard for them to keep their hands off each other even after more orgasms than either could count. But there would be time for more later. For now, they had to part ways.
Maureen rested her hand on his chest over his healing rune. “Does it still hurt?”
Bodok cocked his head slightly, assessing his body. “Only slightly. Our escapades seem to have put it at ease.”
“Well I’ll be back tomorrow,” Maureen said. “You know, to keep up the therapy.”
“Can you continue to afford these bribes?”
“Vaxxa loaned me some money.”
“Oh? Who is Vaxxa?”
“A friend in the Tormik household. She says she’s living vicariously through me.”
He nodded appreciatively. “Then send her my gratitude.”
“I will. Now, go get some rest, big guy. I’m gonna have work for you to do tomorrow.Hardwork.”
He pulled her close and kissed her deep, their Infalas thrumming in unison. “I look forward to it.”
Maureen gave a little nod to the sentry as she exited and hurried off into the night. She was walking on air as she returned home, her mid racing, replaying all of the events of the evening.
Am I actually mated to an alien?she marveled.Incredible.
She made quick time back, arriving at the residential building in no time. She waved her greeting to the lobby guards and headed to the servants’ lift, but when she arrived on the Tormiks’ floor, she found a very angry woman standing there waiting for her.
“You were warned,” Mistress Tormik said, her voice cold as ice water splashing across her servant’s warm joy.
“I was just out for a walk, Mistress.”
“Do not bother lying. A guard familiar with my estate saw a strange young woman in my house’s colors leaving the training compound.”
“It wasn’t—”
“Spare me your lies. You are the only one of your race in this city, it could not have been anyone else.”
Maureen’s stomach clenched into a knot. “I-I don’t know what to—”
“Say? Say nothing,” Mistress Tormik spat. “You violated the rules of your indenture. From this point forward you are to be punished. Your freedom of movement will be restricted and your wages docked for one solar year.” The angry woman turned and stormed away, leaving the dazed human in her wake. She paused a moment. “And go bathe. You reek of filthy prisoner.”
With that, Maureen was left alone. Alone to ponder her new fate. Wages garnished and on lockdown? She really was essentially a slave now. And worse than that, it meant she couldn’t see Bodok. Not tomorrow, possibly never again.
She trudged to her quarters in a daze and stood under the warm water of her shower a long time, pondering how things had gone from so right to so wrong so quickly.
Fate, it seemed, had it in for her. She just hoped her love was more fortunate.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
