Page 24 of Tornn's Mate
ELLIE
I stareat Tornn’s upper cock as trepidation rushes through me. He’s so huge, I’m not sure how I’ll successfully take him in my mouth. But I must try. The urge to please him is overwhelming, and fresh waves of desire stir within me as I lick my lips and prepare to obey my strict alien husband.
I dart my tongue over a blue drop of his essence that clings to the tip of his shaft. To my surprise, he tastes… sweet. Like vanilla-frosted sugar cookies. My favorite dessert. I almost smile at the comparison but can’t manage the movement because he’s suddenly pressing his length further into my mouth.
He holds my face in his hands and peers at me with the most affectionate look he’s given me yet.
“So nervous and shy in the bedroom,” he says, “yet so willing to please.”
Even if I didn’t have my mouth filled with dick, I wouldn’t know how to respond. I stare up at him, desperate for guidance. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I haven’t the first clue, but relief flows through me when he takes the lead and starts moving his shaft in and out of my mouth.
As he thrusts inside, hitting the back of my throat, tears burn in my eyes, and I struggle not to gag. It doesn’t hurt, and I can’t claim I want him to stop, but it’s not the most comfortable activity either. How long will he keep pounding my face?
With each rapid drive into my mouth, his vibrating balls hit my neck and chin. His semi-erect lower shaft, pushed to the side, drags along my cheek.
He tightens his grip on my jaw and drives faster and deeper. His feral growls reverberate off the walls.
Just when I think I can’t take another rapid thrust, his appendage throbs in my mouth and he suddenly erupts, spurting his sugary essence across my tongue and down my throat.
He doesn’t pull out of my mouth just yet, giving me no choice but to swallow, though it takes three huge gulps for me to accept all of his seed.
He withdraws his spent shaft and immediately replaces it with his now fully hard lower appendage, a wicked gleam in his dark, purple eyes. He strokes a hand through my hair as his balls vibrate steadily against me.
“Breathe through your nose,” he orders, and he doesn’t start thrusting his second length into my mouth until I’ve successfully taken over a dozen deep breaths. “Good little female.”
Good little female. I should be outraged when he says things like that, but I’m not. Instead, his oddly phrased but complimentary words fill me with warmth and make me want to do a good job of sucking his appendages.
He tightens his hold on my face and commences a steady drive in and out of my mouth. He lasts longer this time but eventually shoots his sugary essence down my throat, though I struggle to swallow all of it and a small amount trickles from the corner of my lips. He withdraws his shaft from my mouth and wipes at the blue liquid, gathering it on his finger, then he touches my lips, beckoning me to swallow every last drop.
He lays down beside me and gathers me close. I shyly snuggle into his embrace. His huge muscular arms surround me, and I rest my cheek against the glowing markings on his chest.
“How old are you?” I ask. A thousand questions about Tornn and his people speed through my mind, but for whatever reason, this one comes out first.
“By human standards, I am thirty-eight.” He clears his throat. “How old are you, Ellie?”
“Twenty-one.” I breathe deep of his masculine scent and try to work up the courage to ask my next question. “So, what’s the average lifespan of a Darrvason?”
“Most Darrvasons reach the age of one hundred, though there have been outliers who’ve seen one hundred and fifty years.”
Relief crashes through me. We barely know one another, and I shouldn’t be contemplating a future with him or worrying myself over whether he’ll die decades before me or vice versa, but it would seem the average lifespans of our people match up. The oldest human on theJansonnais almost one hundred and forty. Close enough.
Eventually, I withdraw slightly from Tornn’s arms and trace the symbols on his chest. His breath catches and I swear the markings glow brighter, but surely I must be imagining it. I resist the urge to scratch my arms. No idea why, but they’re suddenly itching again.
“I’ve never seen markings like these before,” I say. “Are they tattoos of some kind?”
“They are my ancestral markings, and I was born with them. All Darrvason males are born with markings unique to their family. My forefathers were born with these very markings across their chests, and our sons will be born with identical markings as well.”
“Only sons? Darrvason females aren’t born with ancestral markings?”
A strange look enters his eyes, and he frowns. “I must leave soon and attend to some business on the ship,” he says after a long moment, completely ignoring my question, “but I promise I’ll return to you before the midday meal.”
Chapter13
TORNN
Paddax blinksup at me as I frown at his condition. His entire body is covered in huge red splotches, remnants of the unusual virus his mate injected him with. But he’s awake and breathing, and the lead physician just finished assuring me that he would soon make a full recovery.
“Sheila,” he gasps. “Where is she?”
