I can’t speak, I’m so filled with my great male, all I can do is hold on to him as he plunders my body and makes it sing out loud, my channel pulsing over him as he wrings an orgasm from me.
I gasp his name as he roars mine, with a pinch, he hooks inside me, hot cum filling me, swelling me.
He buries his head in my neck, breathing deeply as both our bodies buck and writhe in our delight with each other. His chest heaves as mine does.
“I can’t wait until we make our sarkarnling, even if we have more than enough to deal with. I want to worship your ripening body and send you to the ancestors over and over again.” He purrs into my skin.
“You are confident.” I laugh.
I have a pair of beautiful eyes gazing down at me.
“I am, you are wearing fertility beads which Dalox gave to me.”
My hand flies to my neck. “I am?”
“And Dalox knows everything about mating.” Dante says. “Plus I’ve had them tested. We made a sarkarnling tonight.”
I shudder once more, my skin pulling where he has swelled my womb.
“Good.” I pull his head down to mine, luxuriating in his kiss. “Because I want to be part of your hoard, now and forever.”
“Now and forever.”
EPILOGUE
MAGGIE
Ihave the hangover from hell. My eyes feel like they’re about to pound out of my head, and my tongue feels like sandpaper but is also stuck to my mouth. My stomach is churning too, and that’s not a good sign.
Ale-wine might sound innocuous, but it isn’t. It is a drink the Sarkarnii imbibe as if it’s water, and one I have been repeatedly warned to stay away from.
For good reason. Most of my human friends can’t stomach it. They’re constantly amazed I can. But then I’ve had plenty of practice with hard spirits over the years, and, what can I say, I have a tolerance for it.
But this morning, even I know I’ve overdone it. My limbs feel like lead. I know I need water, but I have a distinct feeling I won’t keep it down. Clutching at my head, I attempt to rise and fall back onto the bed again. This is not good at all. Not fun. I am never, ever drinking again.
As for my memories of last night? Gone, save for Rosie getting bitten by her big Sarkarnii mate. I’m not entirely sure about that part, but she seemed to enjoy it. I accept the Sarkarnii are a species who are very easy on the eye. Abs most human men would die for, even if they might not be so keen on the scales andtails. They’re also tall, and as a lady who is five nine, I appreciate a nice tall male. Plus they all have buttocksI’ddie for. Am I shameless in using my comms device to curate a bum gallery? No, I am not.
Still, I’m not entirely sure I’d want to get bitten by one. Or mate one.
I try again to sit upright, and this time, with a groan, I manage it, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed from under a set of furs. I’m still in my top from last night, and it would appear I have probably spent a considerable amount of the night dancing, given how sticky I am. A quick sniff makes me recoil and gag. I need a shower, stat.
With yet another groan, I push myself to my feet, wobbling slightly as I blink to clear my vision. Which is when what’s been bugging me finally crystalizes.
This is not the human quarters and this is not my bedroom. This is somewhere else entirely. I’m still on a Sarkarnii ship, but not the one I woke up in yesterday.
“Did you sleep well, heartsfire?” a deep, dark, sinful voice rumbles behind me. “Because I am more than ready for additional mating.”
I freeze.
There is a Sarkarnii in this room with me. I’m not wearing any knickers, and he’s just alluded tomoremating.
I see my clothing strewn on the floor all the way to the bed. I see a pair of heavy boots and pants discarded along with them.
Did I? Have I?
Did we?
Oh shit.
