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He strokes me to orgasm twice before thrusting his cock into me, and when he does enter my pussy, the lingering soreness from last night coalesces with the heated pulses ravaging my center, making me writhe beneath him. I open my mouth to moan, but of course no sound escapes. My nipples harden to painful peaks, and, as if sensing my discomfort, Kenan suckles each rosy summit for several long moments before pulling back to gaze upon me, his eyes ever intense.
When he stares at me unblinkingly, he looks like a predator sizing up his prey, ready to pounce and devour. Despite this thought, I spread my legs wider while he increases his pace, inviting him to devour me, as pressure coils tighter and tighter in my throbbing wet center.
“Mine,” he says, our lips mere inches apart. “You are mine, Laylah.”
Our bodies shine with perspiration, and the primal sound of fucking, flesh slapping against flesh, fills the cavernous room. I close my eyes, letting the rapture build inside me, my whole body tingling with earthshattering pleasure.
“Come. Fucking come right now, Laylah,” is the last thing I hear before I’m suddenly propelled to the stars.
Chapter Ten
On the morning my voice returns, there’s a visitor on the mountain.
Kenan has already left for town, and I’m seated on the patio when a face appears from the undergrowth of the forest. I gasp and jump to my feet, but soon calm after remembering the force field will keep all danger out. Besides, it’s an elderly woman. Nothing to fear. My heart thuds as she steps from the trees and closer to the patio.
An elderlyhumanwoman, to be exact.
“Don’t come any closer,” I say. “There’s a force field. It won’t hurt you, but it will keep you out, and I can’t be certain, but it may alert my mate to your presence.”
The wrinkles in her face deepen as she smiles. Her blue eyes twinkle with kindness and a bit of mischief. I instantly like her.
“I’m Joanna,” she says, gazing around cautiously.
“I’m Laylah. It’s nice to meet you, Joanna. Don’t worry, my mate has gone to town. I’m not expecting him back until dinnertime.” Thank God my voice returned this morning. If it hadn’t, I would have missed my only opportunity thus far to converse with another full-blooded human. I worry Kenan wouldn’t approve of me speaking with a random old woman who emerged from the forest, but I’m not about to send her away.
I notice a short pale alien a few steps behind her, a Ghessan like Heggal, almost hidden entirely in the greenery of the forest, and she turns briefly to look at him before returning her eyes to me. “Oh, that’s just my chivalrous protector, Getta. Apparently, there are bears and large cats on the mountain to worry about, though I’ve yet to see any, so he accompanies me into the forest to keep away the beasties.Master’s orders,” she says with sarcasm.
A faded bruise is visible on her left cheek. When she notices me looking at it, she shrugs and chuckles. “You should see the other guy.”
I return her smile, though I suspect she’s lying. Someone beat her. Her master, perhaps. Given her age, I doubt she’s been claimed as a mate. If I had to guess, I would say she’s in her late sixties. Around the same age as my grandmother when she died in the car accident.
“I wish I could invite you inside for a drink, but I can’t deactivate the barrier. I can’t, um, walk through it myself either.”
“Your mate must be very protective.” Her tone is inquisitive, and there’s a calm aura about her that I’m drawn to. Maybe it’s only her age and her pretty blue eyes, but she reminds me very much of my grandmother.
“Well, yes.” I pause and study her further. Her hair is done up in a tight bun, with white wisps escaping the sides. Smudges of dirt cover her arms, and her dress is tattered, barely wearable. “Are you all right? Are you running away from something?”
My stomach flips. She’s mentioned something aboutmaster’s orders, but what if she doesn’t have permission to be here right now? Also, even though she’s accompanied by a Ghessian, I must make certain she’s not a runaway slave, and if she is, I can’t let Kenan find out. I glance at the stone path that winds through the forest, just to ensure he’s not on his return home early. The path is empty, but unfortunately I don’t have an extended view of it, because it twists through the trees.
Finally, she answers. “I’m not a runaway. Trust me, I’m not that stupid.” She’s quiet for a moment before continuing, “My master has a taste for the berries that grow high on the mountain, and he sends me foraging every few days. I came upon your house by accident. This must be where Prince Kenan lives?”
Utterly relieved that she’s not a runaway, I nod. “Yes, this is Prince Kenan’s estate.”
“And you are his mate?”
“Yes.”
Her expression turns sad. “Well, child, I hope he treats you with kindness. I heard he’s half-human. I hope that means he’s…gentlerthan most Kleaxians.”
“He treats me well,” I say, though the half-lie tastes bitter. I’m not about to lay my troubles at this woman’s feet and admit I strive to obey his every command, lest he decides to give me a severe beating. “And yes, he’s half-human.”
“Did you work in Capital Acres? Or were you a tourist before all hell broke loose?”
I venture as close to the force field as I dare. A small row of beige stones around the patio marks the perimeter of the force field. Joanna heaves up a basket filled with red and blue berries that I hadn’t noticed before, and takes three more cautious steps forward, until I hold up my hand, motioning for her to stop.
As far as I know, I’m not disobeying a rule of Kenan’s by speaking with this woman, but I don’t want to risk him interrupting our conversation. I also don’t want him to freak out and think someone is trying to trespass onto his property, or worse—that I’m trying to run away.
“Actually, I was a passenger aboard theStargazerduring the attack. Where were you when it happened?”
