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Sorrin’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as his cock softens inside me until finally he pulls out of me. I let out a small, protesting huff of breath, not yet ready for him to leave me.

Sorrin chuckles, his chest rumbling against mine. “Soon, my fierce little human.” He presses a soft kiss to my brow. “We have all the time in the world.”

I let out a contented sigh, my eyes fluttering closed as I drift in the aftermath of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Damn, now I know why Haley has been walking around with a permanent smile on her face.

Sex with Sorrin is out of this world. I don’t even know how to describe it. It’s like every nerve ending in my body has awakened into a world of heat, and I’m still basking in the surge of feelings roiling through me.

I feel different. Like something inside me has changed, but that’s crazy. Right?

Chapter 18

Sorrin

Mara lies sprawled on top of me, her soft curves molding against my body as though she was made to fit me.

How can a being so different from me feel so right, as if she’s always been a part of me? Her breath puffs gently against my neck, steady and rhythmic, but I know she isn’t asleep.

We claimed each other twice more during the night, and each joining was more intense than the last. Yet beneath the sated exhaustion, beneath the buzz of contentment flowing through her, I can feel her restlessness and the swirling turmoil of her thoughts. And it makes me feel uneasy.

This fierce, maddening human shakes me to my very core. She’s small, fragile by Laediriian standards, yet she’s a force stronger than anything I’ve ever faced in battle. Her laughter, her touch, even her stubbornness—they’ve worked their way into the marrow of my bones.

The bond between us is undeniable, and it thrums through my veins like an electric charge I can’t escape. And I don’t want to. I know what we’ve done is more than just flesh meeting flesh.

How do I tell her what I’ve only just begun to understand myself?

I can already feel the flutter of my second heart—the one that beats only for a spirit mate—as it begins to stir to life. It’s rhythm is sluggish, right now, but with each beat, it grows stronger.

Mara is my spirit mate. My amoris.

And she wants to leave me.

The thought sends a sharp pain through me, like a blade to my chest. And yet, I understand her desire to leave this planet. She wants to return to Earth, to the life she was taken from. She has already endured so much pain and hardship, and I want nothing more than to shield her from more. Laedirissae is wild, dangerous, filled with enemies and uncertainty.

How can I ask her to stay here? How do I tell her that she’s the center of my existence now? That the moment she entered my life, every other path fell away, leaving only her. I can’t. I can’t burden her with that.

The mate bond hasn’t been completed, yet, as that will only come with her willing acceptance. But it’s there, sitting heavily in my chest alongside the faint echo of Mara inside me. That echo will only strengthen if she accepts me until her spirit entwines with mine, just as mine will reside within her.

I want to say the words. I want to claim her as my mate, to see her smile in acceptance with her arms opened wide and welcoming. A snort of amusement almost leaves me at theimage. My Mara is a courageous and stubborn being—she would be more likely to bare her blunt teeth in challenge than welcome.

But none of that can happen.

At this moment, the bond that exists between us is just an echo of what it could be, a fragile promise that can remain unfulfilled. She deserves the chance to return to her home if that’s what she truly wants, and I won’t stand in her way. Not now. Not ever.

I take a deep breath, the heavy feeling in my chest loosening slightly as I breathe in her scent. It’s an intoxicating mix of our shared desire and the sweet fragrance that is uniquely hers—a scent I’ve come to crave like oxygen.

My hands tighten around her, pulling her closer, as if I can keep her with me through sheer will. I know that’s not the answer. She isn’t a prize to be claimed or a problem to be solved. She’s so much more than that.

I never imagined a being from another world would be my mate, but she is. From the first time I laid eyes on her, there has been a silent tether pulling me to her. Even when she ignored me. Even when she seemed to dislike me. She has brought color to my dull life, and I would follow her to the ends of this planet.

But if she leaves and I remain here, how will I survive the void she’ll leave behind?

“Mara,” I murmur, my voice still hoarse from the night’s exertions.

She shifts, and my cock jumps as her hip presses against me. Her green eyes meet mine. They glint with something I can’t quite name. Uncertainty? Or maybe it's the same awe I feel whenever I look at her.

“Yeah?” Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but it sounds loud in the quiet of the control room.

I open my mouth, then hesitate. For all my skill in battle, this is a war I’m unprepared for—a battle of words, of emotions, where no amount of training or instinct can guide me. A part of me wants to stay silent, to avoid this conversation entirely, but I can’t ignore it any longer. Not when the truth weighs so heavily between us.

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