Chapter 18 – Kerra
Iwas alone when Iturned over, my hand landing on the cool, empty sheets. Motok had left me alone to rest after a vigorous and thoroughly satisfying session of lovemaking. His words, not mine. If I wasn’t already knocked up, I would have been certain he accomplished the task over the last twelve hours. Thinking of our child growing within my womb, my hand slid over my lower abdomen.
“You’re one lucky kid,” I whispered with a smile. “Two parents who love and want you from the moment of your conception.”
Tok chose that moment to enter as the doorwhooshedopen and he leaned against the wall, a tender expression lingering on his handsome face. His eyes were bright and filled with a strength of love and devotion that caused a lump to form in my throat. I never would have thought that I would find someone who protected, desired, and cherished me more than I could ever hope or dream. Motok might be an alien but he wasall mantoo.
“I missed you already,” he announced with a small chuckle. “Only an hour and it felt like days since I saw your pretty smile.”
“You’re a smooth talker.” Sliding from the bed, I sauntered forward, swinging my hips as his gaze swept over my body and he visibly shivered.
“Thissmooth talker. What does it mean?” He was curious but focused on my hands as they slid from hips slowly upward, gliding over my stomach before rising to cup my breasts.
“Someone who can persuade others because he has a skillful tongue.”
He must have liked that definition because Tok pushed off the wall as the corners of his lips lifted in a sultry grin. “My tongue enjoys the wet, tight heat of yourpussyand mycockloves to bury deep inside you until we both come hard from the pleasure.”
Mouth dropping open in shock, I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Who told you how to say those words?”
His head fell back with a loud guffaw. “I did it right? Rexnor was correct. The words are dirty, and I like them. Your skin flushed immediately. I think itturned you on.”
Oh boy!Hearing Tok spout all of these naughty phrases were doing something wicked to my girly parts down below. A gush of heat and moisture between my legs was proof.
Tok inhaled, his eyes darkening with desire. “I love your reaction.” He stood in front of me, tilting my chin up as he leaned forward and pressed a controlled but passionate kiss to my lips, dragging his mouth across my jawline until he paused next to my ear. “May I fuck you now, myVenya?”
Shit. My clothes hit the floor so fast I barely registered the movement.
Tok picked me up and closed the distance to the bed while I quickly yanked on his clothing and nearly ripped his uniform off. We were a tangle of arms and legs as we landed on the mattress. Wet, aching, and full of need – I gripped his hard length in my hand and began to stroke while his moans filled the room.
“Take me, Tok. I can’t wait any longer!”
In one swift plunge he filled me, both of us crying out with the ecstasy of that perfect second we merged as one. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking of last night. No, this was about feral need and pleasure, of giving and taking what we both wanted and desired while still placing the need of our mate as equal to our own.
My lover’s hips drove into my own as he rolled onto his back, thrusting hard and deep as I began to ride him with wild abandon. Lifting my arms, I leaned back as Motok rubbed teasing circles over my clit and I rotated my hips, moving faster as my hands gripped his thighs. From this angle he hit my g-spot perfectly. It wasn’t long before I cried out his name as my orgasm launched so fast and hard that I nearly saw stars.
“Kerra, my Kerra,” he breathed, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. Motok roared his completion and gripped my waist, pounding into me relentlessly before we both stilled, and I rested against his chest.
Still joined, his arms wrapped around my back as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. Sweat clung to our bodies and mingled with the distinct musky scent of our love. The air on theVindicatorwas cool and soon chilled us both. With care, Motok snuggled closer and lifted the sheet around us. I loved how he always held me, whispering words of devotion and sweet assurances of his affection. My alien mate was both fierce and gentle and the contradiction was endearing and downright addicting.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly, his hand brushing slow strokes along my spine.
“Us. Our future. I’m incredibly happy, Tok.”
He sat up in the bed, draping the sheet over my shoulders and tucking it around our bodies. Cupping my cheek, he kissed the tip of my nose. “I never knew such happiness was possible. You complete me, myVenya.”
Did he make those words up? Or did Rexnor tell him it was a famous line from a movie? I decided it didn’t matter if he meant the words. “You complete me, too.”
My silver skinned warrior blinked, his eyes glistening for the briefest second. “I love you and our child. I will do whatever it takes to keep you both safe. No matter what awaits us, our future doesn’t matter as long as the three of us are together.”
What was he saying? Why phrase it that way intentionally?
“We will. Home is wherever you are, Tok. I couldn’t live without you.”
A brief flash of fear crossed his face and I didn’t understand what could cause such a reaction. “I’ve never been afraid of anything in my entirespanof years,” he admitted with a hard swallow, “but finding you and filling your belly with my child,” he paused as he shook his head before continuing, “the thought of anything harming either of you terrifies me. I would kill, lie, cheat – anything to protect you from harm.”
