“They’re hover restraints, and if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come,” Raf’ere growls, his warm breath brushing against my ear. A shiver runs down my spine, a mixture of anticipation and desire flooding my senses.
I should refuse, assert my independence against this jealous alien. But I can’t deny the intoxicating effect he has on me. With each touch, each moment shared, he plays me like a skilled violinist. I revel in the way he makes me feel, his understanding of my body growing with each passing encounter.
“So what’ll it be? Are you going to listen to me for once?” he whispers, biting my ear gently. My breath catches in my throat, his nearness overwhelming my senses.
“I’ll try... but I’ve never been a very good active listener.”
CHAPTER27
?HOVER RESTRAINTS?
?RAF’ERE?
The silverhover restraints hold her arms high above her head. My fated mate is bound and mine for the taking. I kneel in front of her, setting the two remaining cuffs on the ground, slow and deliberate with my actions.
She gazes down at me, heat behind her eyes—her arousal scent filling the room.
My heart already pounds in my chest, my desire for her growing with each passing moment. As I move my face closer, I can smell a note of fear mixing with the aroma of her desire. I worry that I’ve pushed her too far. But as she settles into the restraints, I can see her body relax. When she bites a her plump lower lip, and the scent of her want overpowers any other, I know I can proceed.
I run my fingers over the skin of her thigh, tracing the soft flesh. She jumps slightly at my touch, but she doesn't resist. She knows what's coming next, and she wants it just as much as I do.
I lean in and kiss her neck, hard and possessive. She moans, her body arching against mine. I feel her heat, her wetness, as I press against her. I want to take her right here, right now, but I know that I have to be patient and wait until she wants me as her mate. Until I can be sure, I can’t risk knowing the pleasure of her cunt over my cock.
I kiss my way down her neck, nipping at her delicate flesh as I go. When I reach her neckline, I pull at the fabric, freeing her pert breast. I take one of her bronzed nipples into my mouth.
Marta moans, and I pull back. Grabbing the restraints from the floor, I slip them gingerly onto her ankles.
"I guess those aren't bracelets," she breathes as I activate the auto sizing of the cuffs.
"No, not bracelets at all, but they'll allow me to have you at the angle I want. Which is a good thing, because my back’s been killing me, having to bend over to reach you," I tease my short mate, and she narrows her eye at me. I know just the thing to distract her.
I gesture on my data pad, and the cuffs slowly spread her legs wider. She wiggles futility.
"That is, unless you don't want to play." I try and play it cool, but the seething jealousy of the synthetic still courses through my veins. I knew exactly how her measurements would be taken and the close contact it would entail.
To see him there, almosttouching herwas more than enough to get my blood boiling.
Even though I haven't claimed her as my mate, a fi'len woman would know better than to touch another male–synthetic or not.
But she's not fi'len, is she?I remind myself as I push up her dress until her pretty little cunt is on display. She bites her lip as if she's waiting for me to touch her.
"Is that what you want, Marta? To play?" I inch my fingers closer to her sex, refusing to touch her until she grants me permission.
"You know I do," she says, locking eyes with me.
"Then tell me—tell me what you want."
"I want you to touch my pussy," she orders me.
"I will. Soon." My fingers continue to hover a hairsbreadth away from her slit.
"Why are you teasing me?" Her breath quickens as she squirms.
"I'm going to make you earn it."
I lean closer to her pussy and see the wetness gathering between her lips. My cock throbs with need.
“Raf’ere…” her voice falters with each graze of my teeth. I know exactly what Marta needs.
