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She shattered at my touch, her entire body arching as pleasure crashed through her. Her cry echoed through the chamber, muffled against my shoulder as she bit down hard enough to leave marks. The pain-pleasure pushed me over my own edge. Light burst around us like a storm of stars as I emptied myself inside her, my skin pulsing with each wave of release.
The moss cradled us through the aftershocks, supporting our trembling limbs as we collapsed together. I kept her close, unwilling to break our connection even as our breathing gradually slowed. Her body still pulsed around mine, little aftershocks of pleasure that made my marks flicker with renewed heat.
"Next time," I murmured against her hair once speech returned, "you'll take all of me."
Her breath caught, a shiver running through her body at the promise. "All of you?"
I nodded, my hand tracing lazy patterns across her back. "Every part. Your body will adjust, will learn to carry my fire completely."
She propped herself up on my chest, studying me with that penetrating gaze. "Is that part of the bonding? Something biological I should know about?"
"Yes." I saw no point in hiding it. "The final stage of our mating includes... changes."
Instead of fear, curiosity sparked in her eyes. "What kind of changes?"
"My body contains more than what you've experienced tonight. When you're ready, when the bond is stronger, you'll take all of me. Every drop. Every bit of my length. Every swell of my cock." My marks pulsed at the thought. "It will bind us more completely."
She considered this, her fingers tracing one of the glowing patterns on my chest. "And I get a say in when that happens?"
"Always," I promised fiercely. "This bond is nothing if not chosen."
She relaxed against me then, her body molding to mine as the moss hammock swayed gently beneath us. For a moment, I believed we might actually have found peace, a sanctuary in each other's arms. The galaxy could burn away, and I would survive because she had given me her yes.
CHAPTER 5
JENNA
The moss still rocked us like a lazy tide, warm and smug under my back, and for a heartbeat I thought maybe the universe had stopped spinning just for us. My muscles ached in ways that felt good, not bad, and his glow painted my skin like fireflies dancing across my naked flesh. The heat from Kazmyr's body seeped into mine, not just between my legs where we'd joined, but everywhere our skin touched, as if his fire had found a home in my veins and decided to stay.
The pirates had come, and they had failed. I still couldn't believe how seamlessly we'd escaped the pirates, Kazmyr guiding the Heartforge through an impossible maneuver that had sent the pursuing ships scattering. The ship had responded to my touch as much as his, the navigation controls pulsing beneath my fingertips like they recognized me. Like they wanted me.
Now, sated and floating in the afterglow, I traced lazy patterns on his chest where the brightest scars pulsed in time with his heartbeat. The marks dimmed and brightened with each touch, responding to me in ways that sent tremors of renewed desire through my core.
"The others will want to meet you," Kazmyr murmured, his massive hand drawing circles on my hip. "Once we reach the colony and get settled."
My brain, hazy with pleasure, blinked to attention. "The others?"
His body stiffened beneath mine, the ember marks flaring bright with sudden alarm. Then, just as quickly, he tried to cover his reaction, his fingers resuming their gentle exploration of my skin.
"Maya handled it," he said carefully, then tensed again as more tumbled out before he could stop it. "Vylit's mate proved quite resourceful when faced with similar circumstances."
My spine snapped straight. I pushed up onto my elbows, staring down at him. "Who the hell is Maya?"
The moss quivered beneath us as if it, too, sensed the storm brewing. Kazmyr's golden eyes narrowed slightly, his marks pulsing in a rhythm I was beginning to recognize as discomfort.
"A scientist," he said after a pause that stretched too long. "From Earth. Like you."
"And Vylit?" I pressed, the afterglow cooling rapidly as my inspector's instincts kicked into high gear. Something wasn't adding up, and I didn't like being the one without the equation.
Kazmyr sighed, the sound rumbling through his massive chest. "Vylit of Mavtros. Another... match. His genetic profile aligned with Maya's, much as ours did."
The warmth in my veins turned to ice. I sat up fully, pulling away from him despite the moss's attempt to keep us nestled together.
"So this isn't new," I said, the words sharp as broken glass. "This has happened before. Recently."
His marks pulsed erratically, betraying his discomfort. "Yes."
"And there are others? More than just us and this Maya person?"
