Something akin to comprehension crossed his face. “Oh.” He cleared his throat, focusing back on the bed. “What were you asking?”
What was I asking?Oh, right. “The mattress. How—how is it made?”
“My family had it made for us. It is our mating gift.”Mating? Did he mean the ceremony or the—fuckingthat was supposed to follow? “Each mattress is unique and made by our elders. They are altered at each stage of our mated life.” He walked around me and slid reverent hands over it. “Plants and flowers are placed inside with the filling. Ours have mocchira, deretis and bakarut.”
“What—what does it mean?”
“It is the way Elders are blessing our union. Mocchira is for harmony. Deretis is for health.” He turned his burning eyes to me, gaze going up and down my naked body. “Bakarut is for fertility.”
My throat bobbed. I doubted it really worked, otherwise they wouldn’t have been unable to reproduce for so long…But his gaze told me that he believed in it. That he was eager to put the mattress’ efficiency to the test.
“Time to sleep. You should rest and keep your questions for later.”
He was absolutely right. I hurriedly slid under the thin soft covers, bringing it up to my chin. He eyed me seriously before giving another jerky nod and turning around.
And sliding his pants right off.
Dear lord, look at that ass. Toned. Firm. The same shade of green and golden markings as the rest of his body. And that long dark green tail with the small brown tuft of hair at the end, swishing the air behind him like an anxious cat would. He bent down to pick up both our clothes and the golden jewelry and folded everything before placing it on a small table in a corner.
When he turned back around, I nearly fainted and threw my head under the covers.
What was that?
There was no way the humans on the Space Station had thought this through. Ghauro’s cock was massive. I didn’t look at it long enough to see it in detail, too scared that it would stab me in the eye from where he stood on the other side of the room, but I sawenough. Enough to know that it was green, that the veins somehow swirled around it in an unusual pattern and that the tip wasn’t as round as a human one but more…flaredwith a slight dome.
And damn, I was probably repeating myself but it was fuckingbig. Like, rearranging-your-insides big. Scary and probably deadly if used incorrectly.
Then why was I getting wetter by the second?
The mattress dipped next to me and I froze, holding my breath until I nearly saw stars. He stayed on his back for a few minutes before turning his back to me.
Good. Yeah, better keep our distance for now…I wasn’t ready to die yet, even with a blissful smile on my face.
And I needed to come up with a plan to get back to Earth, as soon as possible.
10
I shouldn’t be enjoying it, right?
Melanie
Ididn’t manage to come up with any plan. Somehow, Ghauro’s soft and even breathing next to me had lulled me to sleep in a fucking heartbeat.
And now, even though I struggled to open my eyes with the morning light filtering through the opening on the wall, I felt warm. Safe. Like in a tight but soft cocoon.
And wet. So fucking wet the inside of my thighs was slippery and my clit throbbing. I pinched my eyes shut, pressing my back deeper against the comforting weight surrounding me, whimpering in frustration and need.
I clenched my thighs, hoping to relieve a bit of the building ache but the weight rumbled, pushing back against me.
A sound between a gasp and a moan escaped my throat when something large and hard moved between my closed legs, sliding against my clit. The weight froze and I opened one eye, only to see a green arm draped around my waist, hand clenched into a fist on the sheet next to my belly.
Fuck. Was Ghauro’s cock—
I arched against him andyes. Oh fuck, yes. He growled as the motion pushed him farther, the swollen flared tipnow visible on my side, his hips plastered to my ass. It felt so good and so wrong. I shouldn’t be enjoying it, right? He said we had to wait until I was inheat. Surely he didn’t want to. Was I somehow violating my husband during his sleep? According to Maxwell, I wouldn’t be ovulating for a few more days. Maybe he—
His arm slid back and I held my breath as his hand, not into a fist anymore, landed firmly on my hip to immobilize me as he pulled his hips back slowly.
“Oh, shit—” I moaned, my head tilting back in absolute bliss and colliding with my husband’s collarbone.
