Page 53 of Stolen Slave

She seized my hair, using it to guide me to where she wanted me—that delightful nub again.

“Yes! There, Khorahn. Oh, God. I can’t…” She bucked wildly underneath me, not releasing her hold on my hair as I circled that nub twice then sucked it gently.

She cried out loudly, a long, garbled stream of sounds my translator couldn’t decipher, and stiffened beneath me. I could feel her muscles pulse under my tongue and wondered what it would feel like to have her breeding sheath pulse around me while I was buried deep within it.

Hungrily, I did not release my prize until the pulsing eased.

Her tight hold on my hair loosened, and she weakly petted my head. I chuckled.

“That was so good. Thank you. You have no idea how badly I needed that.”

“Any time you wish for me to taste you, I will gladly do so.” I kissed the inside of her legs, and she shivered lightly. Unable to resist, I shallowly licked her sheath, then straightened to hug her to me.

“You are mine, Vya.”

“I hope that was a ‘I enjoyed that, Vya,’ and not a ‘I wish I’d left you where I found you, Vya.”

“I would steal you a thousand times for a chance to receive the trust you just gave me,” I said, pressing my mouth against the side of her head. “You are perfect, Vya. No other female will ever tempt me now that I’ve found you.”

She sighed and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. The arousal in her scent was already fading, taken over by contentment.

Smiling, I reached for the section of chain I’d set aside and started creating the first loop that would support the rest of the lengths. Her body remained relaxed against me as I worked. She didn’t rouse as I secured the section around her neck or when I connected the first length of chain that fell between her chest mounds.

My fingers skimmed her skin, testing where to place the next one. She was the most responsive around her chest and her sides. I attached more chains, using the discs around her chest mounds. She stirred as I toyed with them, letting them tap the colored centers, and I felt her lips brush over my skin.

I made a sound of satisfaction and stroked her hair.

“I think I’ve caught my breath,” she said softly. “Ready for round two?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant until I felt her hand close around my ambal.

“Ah, female…I will never survive the next three flares.”

I gently pried her fingers away from the aching, swollen appendage and brought them to my mouth to kiss the pads of each digit. She watched me closely, her expressive face showing that she liked what I was doing.

“By the light, I hope you look at me the same once we can properly communicate.”

“Do I taste good?” she asked.

I nipped her skin and watched her gaze soften and drift.

“Are you tired, my Vya?” I released her hand and carefully helped her remove the partially created systems dress.

She held her arms up to me as soon as I set the chains aside, and I readily picked her up, loving the way she snuggled against me. Before going to the sleep bay, I paused at the cleansing bay. She didn’t balk when the extraction unit appeared from the wall and turned to face me as it settled into place.

The way her skin flushed and the quickening of her breath had me inhaling deeply. She no longer feared excrement removal. It aroused her.

She licked and kissed my chest until it retreated then sank to her knees before me.

I wasn’t sure what she meant to do until her tongue flicked out and licked the end of my ambal. Her expression changed to one of shock a halo-flash before her mouth closed over me, and she began greedily drinking my scent-marking fluid.

She was scent-marking herself on the inside.

I groaned and dug my fingers into her golden hair.

“Vya, I am yours,” I whispered, meaning every word. Whatever fate she decided for herself, I would not leave her side until my dying breath.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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