“You bathed my scent away,” I said, already sliding the head of my cock between her thighs and moving her undergarments aside. Her slick desire coated her lower lips, ready and waiting for her mate.
“You showered, too,” she reminded me. I had, and I’d mated her against the wall, while I was at it. “But…” she bit her lip as she watched our reflections. I planted a hand on the mirror for support and sank inside her tight, delicious heat.
“You want your scent on me,Aneah?”I purred as I bent over her, eyes on the enticing jiggle of her breasts in the mirror.
Her teeth still indenting her flesh, Cora nodded.
“Make sure to soak my cock, then,” I told her, “and I’ll give you something to keep my scent fresh all night.”
“Okay, just…” she breathed, her eyes falling almost closed, “try not to mess up my hair and makeup.”
A dark chuckle rumbled through me. “That’s my good little wife,” I said. She saw my rough edges and didn’t shy away fromme. Far from it. She was taking it in stride. The perfect mate for a male like me. Even this death-trap dress she’d chosen was perfect. It was daring and bold. Most mated females wouldn’t wear something so revealing to a party like this, but my mate? My mate could wear whatever she wanted. When I told her it might get someone killed, I wasn’t exaggerating, but I welcomed the chance to show all of Eissoi what I’d do to anyone who touched her. And I swear, it wasn’t the thought of murdering someone tonight that had my ridge throbbing against the crease of her ass, and my balls tightening with the need to come. It was knowing that she was mine to defend. Mine. My perfect little wife.
She gasped as I teased her clit and pounded harder into her from behind.
“Need you to come,Aneah,” I panted against the back of her neck. “Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she said. “I’m… so close.”
A second later, she cried out as it crashed over her, her body shaking and her knees giving out. I grabbed her by the hips and pounded ruthlessly into her, forgetting momentarily about her carefully styled hair. I was solely focused on release. I groaned as it barreled through me, my cock seizing as my balls emptied deep inside her incredible heat. We stayed together for a moment, both of us panting. Then I pulled out and adjusted her panties, helping her stand on her own and right her dress.
“Did I mess up your hair,Aneah?” I asked, carefully brushing a strand from the back of her damp neck.
She patted her curls into place and gave her head a little shake. “It’s fine,” she said. “I just need to clean up and change my underwear. Then I’ll be ready.”
If she were wearing any other dress I might ask her to let my cum drip down her leg all night, but if she did that tonight, it wouldn’t just be scented on her. Everyone wouldseeit as well.That held some appeal in the right setting, but not for the gala. Still….
“Clean up,” I said, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “But keep the panties.”
Her cheeks flushed a dark pink, but she nodded. When she returned a moment later, a little more poised, and her lips the same shade of crimson as her dress, she lifted the split in the skirt, flashing her lace at me.
Base, beastial pride roared through me. “Good girl.”
We met up with Zacal and Della on the steps of the Ahlon Observatory. Dignitaries, social elites, and aristocrats flowed like a river around us, the ruling class criminals who ran the coast. They watched with barely concealed fascination as our infamous family grew one member stronger.
Della’s smile was radiant as she held her arms open for a hug. I stepped in, accepting her embrace and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Della,” I said, stepping back and drawing my mate forward with a hand on her back, “meet Cora, myAneah.”
Cora smiled. “It’s so nice to meet you,” she said. “Yiri’s told me such sweet things about you.”
Della beamed, immediately enveloping Cora in a hug. “Well, he’s been very tight-lipped about you,” she said. “All he would tell us is your name and how beautiful you are. I see he was not exaggerating in the slightest. You’re a vision!”
“Thank you,” Cora said, dipping her head bashfully at the compliment.
Zacal scrutinized her as her attention turned his way, and I thought I might have to toss him down the stairs. “I doubt he said anything sweet about me,” he groused.
Cora smiled, undeterred by his lack of warmth. “No, but I can tell he has a great deal of admiration and respect for you,” she said.
Zacal tossed a skeptical look my way, but softened when he returned his gaze to Cora. “How do you find Eissoi? Is it everything you hoped it would be?”
“I haven’t seen much of it yet,” Cora admitted. “Yiri’s been busy working, but I did go shopping today. A designer named Esti made this dress for me and several others. It was an interesting experience. Very different from buying clothes on Earth.”
“How fascinating,” Zacal drawled.
Della came to the rescue before I did anything drastic. “Itisfascinating,” she said. “I would love to hear about the differences one day soon. One afternoon, when Yiri is busy, you and I should have lunch.”
“I’d like that,” Cora said.
