Just the idea of it, the mental image of changing the ship’s course and taking her back to Earth, to say goodbye to her forever… it’s enough to make me want to beat my chest and roar with grief.
I could never do it.
My teeth have made a vivid scarlet circle on her neck, and while the flesh is swollen and looks painful, my heart thumps in my chest whenever I look at it.
My mark.
On my mate.
Binding her to me.
I stop purring, and immediately grow hard again. The rut truly is as powerful and all-encompassing as the legends tell. An insistent pulse echoes through my groin, and my sac aches with need. I resist the urge to reach out and touch Emma, to cup one plump, pale breast, to roll the pink bud of her nipple between my fingertips until it grows taut and she makes one of those delightful sounds of pleasure I love to wrench from her lips.
How would she react if I pinched her nipples, or bit them? Her reaction to pain is as arousing as it is astonishing. Usually, I have to be extra careful with females when I’m fucking them so as not to hurt them—we Ulfarri are renowned for our size and strength. We’re descended from generations of warriors, after all. But with Emma, I can be rough. I can be demanding. I can cede some of my control and give myself over to my base biological instinct. She actually enjoys it.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, clenching my fists to stop myself from reaching for her. She needs rest. And if she stays asleep even when I’ve stopped purring, I will go and check on the crew. They need to be given instructions for our return to Ulfaria. Preparations must be made. The palace must be readied.
And then there’s the matter of the Omega serum. If the Ogsul have a way to make new Omegas using Hoo-mans, then every Alpha on Ulfaria has hope. Every Alpha on Ulfaria… and beyond. The kings of my planet will soon catch wind of my return with an Omega. They will covet her; perhaps try to steal her.
They can try, but they will fail. I will destroy anyone who tries to take what is mine.
Emma whimpers and I glance at her face, but her eyes are still closed. I realize I’m growling, and adjust the sound back to a purr. I will deal with the kings later. First, I must instruct my crew to buy, barter, or steal more serum. And then we must source more Hoo-mans. We need to find out how the serum worked so well on Emma, and how she ended up at an Ogsul auction in the first place.
I haven’t asked her that yet. There is so little I know about her. But I intend to find out everything. She will have no secrets from me, as I will have none from her.
I stroke her hair and when she doesn’t stir, I force myself to rise despite my extreme reluctance. I will let her rest now, and once we’ve returned home and taken care of the formalities, we can go to bed and stay there until the estrus and rut have abated.
I can’t wait.
Giving her one last glance to make sure she’s still asleep, I force my focus away from my throbbing cock, and jab the button to open the door.
A captain has responsibilities, and I need to go and take care of mine. Then, when I return, she will awaken, and we’ll likely have time for another fuck before we land. If the last couple of days have taught me anything, it’s that good things come to those who wait…
ELEVEN
Emma
The scream is ringingin my ears, yanking me out of the deepest sleep I’ve ever had. My eyes snap open. My entire body is trembling, the scream is coming from me… and I am in the middle of the longest, hardest climax of my life.
I stop screaming but I’m rigid, my abs clenched, my sex clenching rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure starts at my clit and rolls through my entire body. I’m vaguely aware of Khan sitting beside me on the bed, looking down at me as I shudder helplessly.
The expression on his face is a combination of pride and hunger, and I can do nothing but gaze up at him as he milks every last throb from my clit with his skilled fingertips.
Once the last pulse has abated, I open my mouth to say something, but my words turn into a gasp as, without preamble, he slides two long, thick fingers up inside me and starts plunging them up and down, roughly stroking my G-spot in a way that makes my toes tingle and my entire core clench with the intensity.
I’m making noises I’ve never made before as he fingerfucks me with ruthless intent, and the next moment, I feel wetness spattering on my skin… on my chest, my face…
Khan is making me squirt. I’m actually squirting all over myself.
It’s humiliating.
It’s so good, I might pass out from the pleasure.
I’m trying to think but nothing else exists—just this great beast of an Alpha who is forcing me to heights of ecstasy I’ve only ever read about in books.
Khan is still looking down at me, the hint of a smile curving his lips. His huge arm is the only part of him that’s moving—he’s making me come undone with apparently no effort whatsoever.
I hate that he has this effect on me.
