Page 59 of Tornn's Mate
I brush her hair behind her ears and kiss her forehead.
She laces her arms around my waist and buries her face deeper in my chest, her soft exhales tickling my flesh. I comb my fingers through her hair and breathe deep of her scent, and we take turns sending one another warmth through the bond.
“Do you think we’re in love?” she asks, pulling back to meet my eyes. “Do you think we’re truly in love, or do you think it’s the heartbond forcing it?”
I take a moment to ponder her question. “Even before the heartbond formed, sweet human, you were precious to me.”
She blinks fast as tears fill her eyes, and I sense her relief over my response. “You were precious to me, too, Tornn. Before the bond. I tried to resist it, but I felt an overwhelming warmth for you before the first ancestral marking appeared on my arm.” She traces the markings on my chest, and I send her my love.
Epilogue
ELLIE
Tonight’s the night.A full moon cycle has passed since Tornn started training me to accept the plugs in my ass, and I know he intends to give me a double pounding with his dual shafts tonight.
Before he left for his final shift on the bridge, I caught a hint of dark pleasure through the bond and saw a clear image of his lascivious intentions. A mental picture so naughty it made me blush and nearly tempted me into touching myself in his absence.
For the last week, I’ve managed to take the largest plug in my ass. But I can’t help but feel nervous becauseholy hell his shafts are both huge.
I assume he’ll shove into me from behind, and this brings me a tiny measure of comfort. Because it means his upper cock (which is slightly smaller than his lower cock) will probably be the one he shoves in my bottom hole.
I pace in front of the viewscreen as I await his return, occasionally glancing at the Darrvason fleet and theJansonna. Three more months. Only three months until we reach planet 58-Z.
Longing fills me as I imagine stepping onto real land with Tornn at my side. I suspect I’ll likely drop onto my hands and knees and kiss the ground.
Not only am I looking forward to setting foot on a planet for the first time, but I’m anxious for a reunion with my mother and sister. I’d hoped that perhaps they could visit theHaxxal, but tensions are still high and the emperor’s advisors believe it’s too dangerous to dock theHaxxalto theJansonna. And all the worldship’s shuttles are still in theHaxxal’sdocking bay. The Darrvasons won’t return the shuttles until humankind is settled on 58-Z, the final two thousand women handed over, the terms of the alliance honored.
Speaking of human women, repairs were finally completed on theJansonna, which means the group of one hundred will be arriving in a matter of days, though not all of them will be claimed by Darrvason males on theHaxxal. This group will be split amongst the various ships in the fleet, each vessel sending a shuttle to theJansonnato retrieve the women. From what I understand, security will be tight, and the women won’t be permitted to bring any possessions.
I can’t help but wonder if any of my friends will be in the new group. It’s a conflicting thought. On the one hand, I would love to be reunited with people I know and care about. On the other hand, I know many of the Darrvason males are more possessive than Tornn and I can’t in good conscience wish that sort of life upon my friends or acquaintances.
A sigh escapes me as I think about the women from our original group of thirty. The very first payment given to the Darrvasons. It’s been three months since we were all selected by a Darrvason male in theHaxxal’sdocking bay, yet I’ve only run into about ten of those women in the corridors so far. The others haven’t been permitted free roam of theHaxxalby their mates yet, a thought that saddens me, though I hope in time their mates will finally let them out.
Thalia. I haven’t seen her yet, and I’m starting to worry. Why won’t the emperor allow her any freedom? He won’t even walk with her in the corridors. And while Tornn occasionally visits the emperor’s quarters for private meetings, he’s yet to catch a glimpse of Thalia during his visits.
But Tornn repeatedly assures me that she’s alive and well, insisting that Emperor Radakk is too level-headed to harm his female. I hope he’s right. I hope she’s okay.
A noise in the entryway catches my attention, and I turn as Tornn strides toward me, his strong presence filling the room. I push aside all thoughts of 58-Z and the alliance and the other Darrvason brides as he comes closer.
“Hello, sweet human.” His deep voice reverberates through me, causing my pussy to clench.
“Hello, Tornn.” I swallow hard and suddenly feel like a virgin all over again. As though he senses this particular thought (and given the heartbond, it’s possible he does), a predatory smile spreads over his face.
“I could smell your arousal from the entryway, Ellie.” Suspicion gleams in his purple eyes. “Were you touching yourself?”
Shame courses through me at the very notion, and I give a quick shake of my head. “No, Tornn. I wasn’t. I swear.” Though I’ve been off the hormone suppression shots for months now and away from the sexually repressive atmosphere of theJansonna, I still can’t help but experience shame over the idea of touching myself. In fact, I’ve only done so twice since becoming Tornn’s mate. My bottom cheeks clench as I recall the whipping I’d received after the first instance of self-pleasure, when I’d planned to conceal my actions from him.
My mate’s dark gaze roams over my body, and when I notice the huge bulge tenting his pants, the pulses between my thighs become more intense. He releases a low, steady growl and begins removing his clothing.
Remove your gown this instant or I’ll tear it off.
I scramble to obey the order he issues through the bond, pulling the dress over my head and tossing it toward the sofa. I stand before him completely naked, wondering if he plans to claim me in front of the viewscreen or if he’ll carry me to the bedroom.
He circles me as I stand in place awaiting his next command. Tremors besiege me as my nervousness grows, and I feel a phantom intrusion in my ass even though he hasn’t laid a finger on me yet. Even though he hasn’t bent me over and shoved a shaft into my tight bottom hole.
He pauses in front of me and reaches between my thighs, drawing a digit through my gathering moisture. I whimper and my center jerks forward. He spreads wetness over my clit then gives it a sharp pinch that brings tears to my eyes. But just as quickly, he releases my nubbin and steps back.
His dual appendages are rock hard and sticking straight out. Drops of his blue essence cling to both tips. He grasps his lower shaft, fisting it in one hand. Then he steps forward, grasps my arm, and leads me behind the sofa. When he gives me a slight push toward the piece of furniture, a vision of me bent over the back of it flits through my mind. I rush to comply and place my hands on the cushions. I flush when he grasps my bottom cheeks and draws them wide apart, further exposing my pussy and revealing my pucker as well.
