Page 40 of Kenan's Mate
“Yes, Kenan,” I reply as he massages in the lubricant, stretching me with his fingers and pumping deeper and deeper. It’s difficult to remain spread wide when I know what’s coming. Part of me wants to shoot upright, shield my bottom, and plead with him to not fuck my ass. But I know he won’t be deterred. He’s been planning this for weeks.
His hand leaves me, but the tip of his cock soon presses against my snug passage.
I concentrate on breathing in and out as I clutch the covers. There’s a tug on the leash. My heart thumps faster. He’s holding it again, and he’s inching the thick bulbous head of his cock into my asshole. The intrusion burns a bit, but that’s to be expected given his size. Even the largest plug doesn’t compare to his girth.
“This hole belongs to me, Laylah, and from now on I’ll be fucking it often, and hard.”
I start whimpering. The pressure is too much, but I can’t move beneath him. My feet don’t reach the floor and he’s standing between my spread legs, shoving the last few inches of his manhood into my ass.
He grips my right hip and then shoves his free hand under me, seeking out my clit. After a slow withdrawal from my tightness, he pushes all the way inside me again and then starts a fast rhythm of fucking my tight hole.
I can’t think. I can scarcely breathe. I can only lie there and take each hard thrust he gives me, because he’s my mate and he owns every part of me.
Biting my lip, I groan under his expert ministrations as he rubs my moisture in circles over my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“Come now, Laylah. Fucking come now.”
His command is all I’m waiting for. I writhe against his hand and cry out under the pulsing waves of a thunderous climax. As I start to regain my senses, he grips my hips hard and gives a fierce growl. The sensation of his seed filling my ass is euphoric, and, with his finger still swirling atop my clit, I’m suddenly swept under by a second orgasm. My cries reverberate through the room, along with his growls.
In the end, I’m completely spent. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone move a muscle, so Kenan carries me into the bathroom and takes care of me.
He rubs a soapy cloth over me in the bathtub, settling me between his legs as I lean against his chest. He rinses me off and pats me dry, even carries me back to the bed, where he carefully tucks me under the covers. He presses his lips to my forehead, and I melt under his affection.
Times like this make it impossible to shield my heart.
I’m helpless against his tender regard.
“My sweet little human princess,” he murmurs into my ear, before I drift to sleep in his arms.
Chapter Nineteen
The next day I awake alone, which isn’t unusual. Kenan tends to visit the towns and check in with his soldiers as early as possible, sometimes before first light.
I stretch my legs beneath the soft sheets and languish in the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window. Beyond the greenery of the mountain, there isn’t a cloud in the light-blue sky.
A servant knocks and delivers breakfast. I’m disappointed it’s not Heggal, but I still smile and thank the short, pale Ghessan whose name I don’t know. I suppose I should ask Heggal for the other servant’s names. Maybe if I call them by their names, they will finally speak with me.
After breakfast, I shower and don an orange gown with sheer silk layers. The skirts rustle around my legs like a gentle wave as I hurry down the steps. I’ll join Heggal in the garden until Kenan returns.
Tonight, two of the commanding soldiers in his troop are joining us for dinner, along with their mates. I’m excited by the prospect of entertaining guests, even if I won’t be able to understand their tongue. Kenan has promised I’ll eventually catch on to his language, but I’m starting to have my doubts. The syllables all run together into an unintelligible stream of deep, grunting noises.
Fortunately, a Kleaxian scientist on another continent is developing a translator that, if implanted in one’s brain, will allow a human to communicate with a Kleaxian. Kenan isn’t wild about the idea of me getting an implant in my brain, but I’d had difficulties in my required Spanish classes in high school. I barely passed them, in fact, and not for lack of trying. If not for high marks in all my other courses and the help of my father’s step uncle, I would’ve never had a shot at Harvard.
I spot Heggal moving through the garden toward the force field. He’s probably headed for the berry patch outside the invisible barrier. I run to catch up so I can bid him good morning. Before he crosses into the forest, one of his gloves fall from his pocket.
“Heggal! You dropped something, my friend!” I snatch up the glove and hold it out. “I wish I could pick berries with you this morning. It’s such a lovely day.”
He turns around with a smile. But that smile immediately vanishes and he pales further, to a deathly shade of white. I stare at him with wide eyes and my stomach drops to the ground.
Before I even peer over my shoulder, I know Kenan is standing behind me.
Watching. Listening.
Catching me as I disobey a rule.
My gaze locks with the furious dark eyes of my mate. That fierce, unforgiving look reduces me to a puddle of terror. Oh my God. He’s caught me speaking with a servant. For a reason he’s never explained to me, I’m not allowed to utter anything besides “come in” or “come back later” after a servant knocks. I’ve never thought about the reason for the rule much, other than he doesn’t want the servants touching me or getting inside my mind.
“Kenan, I…” My voice trails off.
