Taking a deep breath, he continued his forward progress, going as slow as he could while simultaneously kissing her and teasing her ripe little nipples. Her head started to thrash against the wall, and he released a breath of relief.
Then his shaft reached the edge of her hymen and he stilled himself. Her eyes opened, a question in them. He answered it without her having to ask. “This next part is going to hurt.”
“I’m not afraid,” she said, giving him a grin.
“Of course, you’re not.” He was beginning to wonder what could scare his fierce mate. “Still, I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay I forgive you,” she said, her tone so matter-of-fact that he didn’t know whether to laugh or curse.
“Thank you,” he managed, then kissed her. She kissed him back, and he knew then that he loved her with all of his heart.
Without hesitation, he pushed forward, breaking the hymen and claiming her fully. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed her cry and stilled inside her until she could adjust to him.
His hand snaked between them to play with her clitoris, licking at her neck while teasing that bundle of nerves until she begged him for more. He could feel her relaxing around him, and finally, he started to move again.
Lyk knew there was no way he was going to last forever inside his virgin mate. But there was no way he was going to give into his own pleasure before she took hers. His movements quickened, but he continued to tease her nub, wanting to wring a thousand climaxes out of her until she never thought of leaving his side again.
When he bent down to capture a nipple in his mouth, she knew she was teetering on the edge. He sucked hard while circling her clit with his thumb, then pressed himself fully inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
She came, her eyes going wide, her mouth an O of delight. When she sagged against him, he smiled but did not stop his torture. This time, it didn’t take long before she was climbing the peak of pleasure again. He picked up the pace, long strokes designed to hit that sensitive spot inside her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear. “And I’ll never let you go. Now come for me. Again.”
His thumb was a blur on her clit, his cock hitting her G-spot. Ally’s whole body was shaking against his as her second climax overwhelmed her.
Lyk gritted his teeth. He was so close to exploding, he had to pause, but even then, her tight inner muscles squeezed him, keeping him on the razor’s edge of climax.One more, he told himself.I want one more from Ally before I take my own pleasure.
This time, he demonstrated exactly how he needed to claim her. His cock drove deep, his rhythm strong and quick. She was moaning almost constantly, and he realized that he was too. She felt too good, too perfect. He wanted to stay buried in her for eternity.
“Give me everything,” he whispered against her lips. “Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”
His words sent her over the edge for the final time, and as she climaxed, he joined her, his hot seed spurting deep inside her. His cock twitched over and over, and he thought for a moment that it would never stop, that he would just keep spasming inside her for the rest of eternity.
It still wouldn’t be long enough.
At last, Lyk began to return to reality. Ally was limp in his arms. He brushed her hair back off her forehead, giving her a warm smile. Her exhaustion was palpable, so he gently laid her on the floor of the shuttle, moving in behind her to pull her against his chest.
She breathed heavily, her body flushed with passion. Ally looked so beautiful in that moment that it almost shattered his heart to look at her.
I claimed my mate. I’ll never be parted from her now.
Ally turned, resting her head against his extended arm. She was staring at the ceiling of the shuttle, so Lyk was admiring her profile. It was so strong, like a protective female of some exotic animal species. He remembered thinking that about her before as well. He was struck then by the realization that it was a certain species he was thinking of.
Gavor. She looks like a wild gavor, one who fits predators twice her size for her cubs.
Lyk sat up suddenly, and Ally looked at him, surprised. “What’s wrong?”
“You look like a gavor.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said sarcastically, moving to grab her coveralls and pull them on. “And you look like a snarling bowarfle.”
“What’s a bowarfle?” he asked, confused.
“I don’t know. I thought we were making up insults. What’s a gavor?”
Lyk laughed. “Sorry. It’s an animal on Vartik, similar to a fox on Territh. You remind me of one. And that means that poem is talking about you.”
“I don’t know,” she said, sitting in the chair and putting her elbows on her knees, then her chin in her hands. “What was the poem again?”
