Page 22 of Tornn's Mate
I stare at Tornn, hoping his people will be quick about finding a planet for us. Hopefully the probes they recently deployed will confirm one of the nearby planets is indeed habitable.
I also can’t help but wonder… if I believed Jenny was in danger of being selected as a Darrvason bride, would Tornn intervene at my request? Would he keep her off the list?
Maybe. If he cares about me and wants me to be happy.
Can Imakehim care about me? Do Darrvasons possess the capacity for love? Or do they only care about owning their females and forcing them to pop out baby after baby?
Tornn stirs in his sleep and his large purple eyes blink open. He appears instantly alert as he focuses on me.
I force a smile that doesn’t feel very forced. Deep down, I want him to hold me in high regard because that’s how it’s supposed to work between husbands and wives. We’re supposed to care about one another. Given the circumstances that brought us together, maybe that’s a silly notion, but I can’t help but yearn for his affection. For the kind of loving relationship my parents once enjoyed.
If we don’t grow to care for one another, I fear my life will become incredibly lonely. I think of how many hours a day I spent with Nathan, talking, cooking together, watching banned movies from Earth that we didn’t always understand, and simply enjoying one another’s company. Now that companionship has been abruptly stolen from me, along with my family, and I don’t like the emptiness that has followed.
I’ve lapped up the semi-tender looks and heated glances Tornn has sent my way like I’m starved for attention. Maybe my fear of being lonely is part of the reason I’m so eager to please him.
“Good morning, sweet human.” His eyes are sharp, his expression one of suspicion.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
Before I can take my next breath, he grasps my right hand, brings it to his nose, and inhales deeply.
My stomach bottoms out.Oh no. Oh God. I’d briefly stroked my pussy with that hand. My face grows hot.
What will he think?
A tingle races across my bottom cheeks.
Will he be angry? Will he punish me?
Visions of him yanking me over his knee to crack his palm across my ass leave me sweltering with need. Aroused. The prospect of him chastising me is causing my nipples to harden, my breaths to come faster, and the aching in my core to deepen.
“Little female, were you touching yourself?”
My mouth goes dry. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please don’t be angry.” I nearly cringe at how pathetic I sound, but I can’t bear the thought of him believing I’d just behaved indecently. I swallow hard as I await his response.
His eyes darken, and I’m not sure what to think. He drops my hand and leans closer. “Did you bring yourself to a climax?”
I shake my head. “No-no. I just felt around to see how sore I was this morning. I-I barely touched my clit. It was very fast and innocent, I swear it.”
He throws the covers back and cups my pussy hard. I jolt against his possessive touch and soon find myself fighting the urge to hump his hand.
He loosens his hold and delves two digits into my core, sliding straight inside. I gasp at the abrupt fullness. His fingers are huge.
“I don’t mind you touching yourself, Ellie, as long as you never lie to me about it. If I ask if you’ve pleasured yourself, I want an honest answer from you, even if it brings shame to your delicate human sensibilities. In fact, if you ever pleasure yourself in my absence, I want you to inform me immediately upon my return. Do you understand?”
I nod as the knot of worry coiling in my stomach unwinds. “Yes, of course. Thank you.” I’m not sure if I’m thanking him for giving me permission to touch myself whenever I please, or if it’s because I’m grateful he doesn’t plan to punish me.
He tilts his head to the side, studying my expression as he continues pumping two thick fingers in and out of my slick center.
“Do you feel guilty?” he asks.
“Guilty?”
“For touching yourself.” He withdraws from my core only to immediately swirl his thumb over my clit.
“I…” My voice trails off. He expects an answer. An honest one. I don’t want to tell the truth, but I also don’t want to risk getting caught in a lie. “Yes,” I admit. “I feel guilty.” I feel like I was caught doing something that’s strictly forbidden, never mind that Tornn just gave me permission to touch myself.
He raises an eyebrow at me, appearing suddenly stern. “Would you like me to help you expunge that guilt, little female?”
