Page 10 of His to Mate

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His fingers playedacross her cheek as he kissed her, a sweet distraction from the sensual slide of his tongue along hers. With a long press of his lips against hers, the supreme leader of the alien overlords pulled back, just enough to look deep into her eyes.

“You are amazing in so many ways, Ann. I didn’t know you’d be this perfect, even when I dreamed about you.” His voice was low, but she heard him.

A slight smile pressed her lips up, but he kissed her again to stop her from speaking. “Leave the clothes off.”

Ann let her head fall back, a laugh of delight the only sound she made as his lips played down her neck. Fingers stroked the silky skin down along her chest until both hands kept a breast. Each tip was teased into a hard peak with his fingers before his mouth came down to circle each one in liquid heat.

“Mm, that’s so good,” she murmured but she wasn’t really paying attention to anything but the sensation of his lips as they sucked at her nipple. Her hips pressed into him, his body between her legs. He was just as naked and ready as she was, but neither was in a rush. They rarely had so much time together that they wanted to just use it as wisely as they could now.

Her fingers came up to his head, slid into the thick pelt of his dark hair, and she allowed herself to do nothing else but feel and then feel some more. He drove her mad with his touch, but it was a madness she happily embraced. Two months ago she hadn’t known this man really existed. She’d started to dream about him, but she hadn’t known he was real. Now she did, and the soft press of his fingers into her flesh was something she knew, but she still craved it.

That touch reassured her, it made her feel safe, but it also set her on fire.

Rager had taught her many things since their mating, things about sex and the adult body, but the most important might have been to take what she wanted, to demand it even. His attention was on her left breast, so she soothed the ache for attention the other had with her own hand.

She hadn’t counted on him noticing, or on him moving his head to suck at the nipple through the two fingers she pinched it in. She squeezed a little harder as his tongue stroked over the tip, and wasn’t surprised when her hips jutted up against him. The pressure of his leg down there, so tight against her, fired an instinct to move, to seek solace wherever it came.

“You’re going to break me too soon, angel,” he whispered raggedly when she moaned deep in her throat.

“Then fuck me, Rager. Make the ache stop.”

“I want to taste you, to stroke you, Ann. I want…” but she pulled his head up to hers and shut him up with her lips, and her tongue. She kissed him with so much uncaged passion that it broke his own will.

They both cried out with satisfaction when he shifted his hips and sank into her wet heat. He was so deep inside of her that he couldn’t sink any further. With a satisfied hum, he turned them over and pushed her up against his raised legs. “Let me at least look at you as you use my body for your own needs.”

She smirked happily but didn’t say anything else. She let her head fall back, her hair free and loose now, down her back. It teased at his thighs, but she knew he wouldn’t complain. Instead, he urged her to move, pushed up into her to start the dance that only he would ever see her dance. There was nobody else in this world she’d ever want as much as she wanted him.

“Tell me it’ll always be like this?” she asked him, and he nodded his head, in total agreement.

“Nothing will ever take you from me, Ann, and now that we are mated, we’ll never want another person. Not unless one of us dies, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

She reached for his hands and their fingers clasped together as she found just the right pace, for them both. They moved together, perfectly in time, as they drove higher, to the place that only existed for them, between them.

Ann gasped when the explosion came, deep inside of her, and she heard the hiss of Rager’s inhaled breath as she clenched around him. Her back arched, and she drove herself down onto this thick length until she couldn’t breath and the world was darkness that slithered with the coils of pleasure.

He followed her, his own cry filled the air around them, but neither cared. There likely wasn’t anyone around to witness what happened anyway. She sank down onto his broad chest when it was over, her body wrung completely dry. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to languish in his arms for the rest of the day.

Rager had other ideas. The minute he caught his breath he stood up, fetched his clothes, and got dressed. “Come on, lazy bones, let’s get back to our task.”

“Do we have to?” she whined from behind the edge of the blanket she’d pulled over her nudity.

“Yes, we do. Come on now. Let’s get this done, then we can stop again when the sun goes down.”

The transporters produced their own power, somehow, and they wouldn’t need fuel. Rager’s was much better than hers, and she knew they could watch movies, prepare food, and do quite a lot more if they needed to. It was almost an RV and an airplane mixed into one vehicle. “Can we watch a movie in the transporter later?”

“If you want. I’ve got some bedding stowed away, and if we leave it running we can keep the air cool and any nasty bugs out. Or we can pitch a tent.”

Only, their version of tents were basically mini-rooms that expanded from a pack that was only two feet square. She’d seen them used before, to act as temporary rooms when the invaders were going to be away from their ship for a while and hadn’t been assigned quarters down here yet.

“That could be interesting.” She put her black leather boots back on, and stood up, fully dressed now. Her black combat pants and black t-shirt were now almost a uniform when she wasn’t going to some function or lounging around the house.

“We’ll decide later then. Ready? I love those pants on you, by the way. They make your ass look like a peach that needs to be bitten into.”

“That’s not sexist at all,” she snarked, but grinned. She’d actually loved the compliment. When he smacked said ass, she glared but had to admit, she liked that part too.

“It’s mine, and I’m glad you keep it in such nice shape.” He kissed her as they settled back into their seats.