Page 81 of Infala: The Alien's Bond
“And I you.”
“Forever?”
“Until my last breath.”
Both of their Infalas churned with their words, reviving them for another round almost immediately. She had no idea how much longer they fucked, and she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, this could go on forever and she would happily spend the rest of her days in Heydar’s embrace. When they finally did collapse in a heap after more orgasms than either could count, the lovers fell into the deepest, most restful sleep they’d ever had. And when they slept, they dreamt of each other as they lay in each other’s arms.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
Smiles met Darla when she walked through the village as morning broke. Knowing smiles. There was no judgment, however. Nothing like back on Earth. This wasn’t a walk of shame, it was a fully normal, expected part of the Infala process, and the Oraku had heard the cries of passion that entailed on many occasions.
Okay, maybe not quite so loud and vigorous as Darla and her lover had been, but the point still stood. This was what newly bonded mates did.
Her runes were gently glowing, the white pigment that had driven back the other shades remaining firmly in place as her dominant coloration. It wasn’t nearly as bright as the night before, and Heydar had posited it would gradually fade to barely noticeable most of the time, but for the moment it still made her stand out just that much more as she said her morning hellos to those she passed by.
Rohanna and her old friend Tikanna were enjoying a morning cup of tea and fresh biscuits and jam when Darla happened upon them. The two halted their conversation, an amused little grin shared between them.
“Come, join us,” Rohanna offered.
“Yes, do. We would greatly enjoy your company,” Tikanna added, pulling out an extra chair for her.
Darla was actually starting to feel kind of hungry, though she and Heydar had made a lovely breakfast in his quarters before she went out for a head-clearing stroll.
“I was heading to get a little snack at the communal tables, but don’t mind if I do,” she said, taking a seat.
The women slid several biscuits in front of her and poured a tall cup of tea without asking. Even if she hadn’t been hungry, Darla knew far better than to decline their hospitality.
The jam was a mixture of local berries, she learned as she scooped up a dollop onto a biscuit and took a bite. Darla’s taste buds flared alive with joy as the flavor spread across her tongue.
“Oh my God, this is wonderful!”
“An old family recipe,” Tikanna said with a playful grin.
“You made this?”
“I have been known to cook more than just staples,” she said, clearly wanting to broach the subject on the tip of everyone’s mind.
“Go ahead,” Darla said with a chuckle. “Ask away.”
The two women grinned brightly.
“Oh, we are so happy for you,” Rohanna said. “When Zepharos claimed you, we all believed it was settled. But unusual as it is, it seems your Infala has room enough for two mates.”
Darla hesitated, putting down her biscuit, though it was calling to her to take another bite.
“Hang on. You think I’m still paired up with Zepharos as well?”
“Of course. Though how you managed to bring Heydar into the fold without the Infala remains something of a mystery.”
Darla shook her head, pulling open her shirt, exposing her new rune to the women. “No, it’s not like that. See? My old Infala is gone. This is my new one, and it bonds me to only one man.”
The women stared in awe, Tikanna’s mouth nearly hitting the floor in shock.
“B-but, that’s impossible,” she blurted.
“Apparently not.”
“But how?”
