“Is that it?” Margot asked when she was done.
“That is it. Now, shed your top. There is still a little left, and I would see to it that you possess the rest of it. As he is your mate, it is only fitting.”
Margot didn’t complain. A little more power flowing through her would be a good thing, especially after what they’d just endured. What she didn’t expect was the way it made her Infala feel as the pigment bonded with her body. That rune was already locked in and strong, but this tiny addition made it glow brighter.
“There. That should do it,” Floxxia said, satisfied with her work and fascinated with the rapid healing trait her human friend now possessed. “I will leave you two alone. If I am correct, he should be rousing shortly.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
The old woman chuckled.
“What?” Margot asked, a bit surprised. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Oh, nothing. You’ll see soon enough. Your Infalas became complete while you were separated.”
“Yeah. And?”
“And that means you have yet to properly seal your union. It happens for all Infala mates. You will see. Now, I must go help the others. We still have work to do before our journey. Relax and enjoy yourself, my friend. You have more than earned it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Braxxos roused slowly on the fourth day, stretching like a big cat waking from a cozy nap. His wounds had all stitched together, aided by the additional pigment Floxxia had given him, boosting his healing ability in a startling way. It had also made the green in his pigments fade entirely. And when Margot looked at her own, hers too had returned to its normal, untainted color.
He rolled to his side and rubbed his eyes, opening them to look at his surprising surroundings. They didn’t stick together—Margot had taken care to wipe his lids with a damp cloth throughout his recovery. And now she reaped the rewards as he locked those gorgeous gray-ringed copper orbs firmly on his love.
His Infala flashed bright, hers responding in kind, a surge of hot energy pulsing through her belly like she’d never felt before. Her nipples were like rocks and her clit was absolutely throbbing in an instant. It was insane. She’d been pretty much asexual for days, monitoring and caring for him, worried only about his healing and survival, nothing more.
But now? Now her body was positively screaming for him in a way she’d never known possible. The immediate rock-hardnessof his beautiful cock made it quite clear he felt very much the same way. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so hard. It was almost like his cock was straining with such force it might pop free from his body.
“You saved me,” he said as he ran his hands over his body, testing the new scar tissue and finding it quite healed.
“No.Yousavedme,” she replied, absolutely melting with the intense heat of his gaze.
“We’ll call it even, then.” His smile was the final straw, that dazzlingly hot grin on his lips reducing her to a puddle of love and lust. “Now, come here.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her body already moving to him of its own accord, their Infalas thrumming in unison, wanting each other.Needingeach other.
“Oh, I’m more than okay.”
He sat up sliding to the edge of the bunk, his arms pulling her to him. Margot obliged, reveling in the feel of his lips pressing into her chest, kissing her Infala with a tenderness and love that made her heart threaten to burst from her chest. She couldn’t take it any longer. Not like this. It was simply too much, the draw too strong to wait.
She shed her bottoms in an instant, straddling him and easing onto his cock, his girthy length filling her up, stretching her just right as she lowered all the way down, their lips locked in a passionate kiss as she bottomed out, taking him all, her clit pressing firmly against his pelvis with a mighty jolt of pleasure racking her body at the contact.
“My love,” he groaned, his cock doing that amazing vibrating thing while the rings pulsated. “My mate.”
Margot’s head felt light and tingling, her vision clouded with sparkles and her cheeks flush with a cotton candy buzz as they truly became one. She felt what he felt as he did with her. It wasmore than Tantra. It was Infala. And now they were mated. Now and forever.
“My man. My beautiful man. I’m yours,” she groaned, her hips slowly moving, his manhood churning inside her, the two of them savoring every sensation, every moment of this momentous bonding glory.
“And I am yours,” he said in a husky whisper. “You own me. You are my one and only. My queen. And I am claiming you as such.”
He rose to his feet, lifting her with ease, his hands under her ass, raising and lowering her with a slow and steady rhythm. Margot’s clit rubbed against him the whole way up and down, slick with their juices, tingling powerfully with what was almost too much sensation to bear.
He angled her hips, increasing the pressure. He felt what she felt now, and he knew exactly the right angle without her having to utter a single word.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, her mouth moving to his neck, kissing his hot skin, savoring his thundering pulse just under his ear, the steady beat teasing her lips.
He groaned, his body tensing from the delightful mix of pleasure. His cock hot and cozy inside her wetness, his skin buzzing and erupting with goose flesh from her delicate kisses.
