Page 23 of Zahhn's Mate
He scoots closer to my spread center and places his hands on either side of my inner thighs, forcing me to part my legs wider. The cool air in the room wafts across my exposed nether parts, and I tremble with need as I await his touch.
Surely he’ll reach for my clit and stroke it. Surely he won’t allow me to suffer much longer.
I suppress a whimper as I debate whether to beg him for relief. He’d caught me just when I hovered on the edge of a climax, and I’m still on edge. Still aching and quivering for the euphoria I was only seconds away from reaching.
“You’re soaking, little female.” He delves a finger through my folds, and I buck my center upward as my clit pulses harder. “So wet and so very naughty.”
Before I can respond, he rises briefly only to lower himself to the bed and situate his head between my legs. At first, I think he simply wants a closer look at my nether parts, but then his head dips further and he starts lapping at my aching pussy.
For a few seconds, I’m utterly frozen with shock. I stare down at him, not quite believing what he’s doing.
As he drags his tongue over my spread center, his growls of pleasure reverberate through me, causing my core to clench under a fresh wave of heated desire.
He focuses on my clit, circling this sensitive part of me with increasing pressure. Quaking waves of bliss consume me, and I finally shift in place and gyrate against his mouth as a deep moan leaves me.
Oh God. Oh yes.
When he’d mentioned claiming me, I’d expected him to immediately shove one of his male appendages into my pussy. I hadn’t anticipated sensual play before the physical act of coitus.
He lifts his mouth from my nether area and shoots me a taunting grin. My arousal gleams on his lips, and while he doesn’t seem to care, I still flush at the sight. I’m unable to control my urges and I’m making a mess.
All the bad things I’ve heard about fornication suddenly resurface in my mind, and though I’m aching and desperate for a release, I reach down and attempt to shield my center from Zahhn. I glance toward the door, convinced morality officers are going to storm into my bedroom at any moment and drag meback to the brig. But the door never opens. I remain alone with the alien doctor who seems intent on taking his time with me.
He doesn’t try to move my hands aside like I’m expecting. Instead, he gives me a scolding look, shakes his head in a very human gesture of disappointment, and delivers a firm smack to the inside of my left thigh.
“Oh!” I jolt upward and make to jump off the bed, but he maneuvers me back in place, propped against the pillows with my knees slightly bent and my legs spread wide enough to make my muscles ache. He also forces my hands to rest at my sides.
“I know you’re hovering on the brink of a climax, little female. Be obedient and remain still as I tend to your nether parts. If you try to cover yourself again or attempt escape, I will take you over my knee and punish you. You don’t want a spanking, do you?”
I whimper. “Please. What we’re doing… it’s not proper. Fornication is dangerous. You might cause permanent damage to me, or we could both become ill, or I could get pregnant.”
He tenses, and a shadow crosses his face. He delivers another swat to my left inner thigh, then proceeds to smack the right one. I hiss in pain and writhe beneath him, wishing I were strong enough to throw him off.
But he’s so much larger than me, and he’s built of solid muscle. I don’t stand a chance against him in a physical fight, and nerves twist in my lower stomach even as the heated pulses in my pussy come faster. He scares me, but he also excites me in ways I don’t quite understand.
“You willnotbecome pregnant.” He practically barks the words at me. His sudden agitation fills me with dejection, and I tear my eyes from his, unable to hold his gaze. He utters a few words under his breath in the Darrvason tongue, and I suspect he might be cursing.
To my surprise, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on each of my inner thighs, directly over the areas he just smacked.
Feeling a tug on the tether I imagine links us, I chance a look at him. His eyes flash with remorse, but only briefly. I sense a secret hovering between us, something dark from his past. I want to ask him about it, but I can’t seem to find the words. What if he doesn’t feel the tether?
“I am sorry I shouted at you, little female.” He sighs and caresses my thighs, rubbing gentle circles over the areas he just spanked and kissed. In a much calmer voice than before, he repeats, “You will not become pregnant. As for illness or permanent damage to your body… well, I promise that won’t happen either. You successfully accepted both metallic phalluses during your examination, and I am confident you can withstand the rigors of a mating session with me.”
His words help settle the worst of my nervousness, and I find myself relaxing back on the pillows. His expression is earnest and truthful, and the tug between us feels like a constant flow of affection. It’s overwhelming, but I can’t claim I don’t like it.
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel adrift and alone. I don’t feel the need to put on airs and act like I’m confident even when I’m not. With Zahhn, I can simply…be. Tears burn in my eyes, but I’m quick to blink them away.
“Good little female,” he says in a praising tone. Then he dips his head between my thighs again and circles in on my clit. A gasping cry erupts from my throat when he prods my aching entrance.
He slips two, or perhaps three, thick digits into my core, gliding in and out as he brings me to the precipice of ecstasy.
A second later, I tumble into an abyss of pulsating sensation. I moan as the waves of pleasure crash over me, writhing on the bed as Zahhn continues his assault on my clit and doesn’t slow the thrusts of his fingers into my aching chasm. Dark spots cloudmy vision and dizziness grips me, and I finally close my eyes as I gasp for breath.
After the final ebbing pulse fades, Zahhn withdraws his digits from my core and sits upright on the bed. Satisfaction brims in his eyes, and he gives me what could almost be considered a playful look just before he wipes his mouth on the back of his arm, removing the glimmer of my arousal from his lips.
My heart skips a beat as I stare up at him. Zahhn. Is he truly about to claim me? Is he about to make me his mate? I remember the rumors I’ve heard about his people’s mating practices. Darrvasons mate for life. In his culture, there’s no separation. No divorce. Mating means forever.
It’s a scary prospect because despite my attraction to him, and the intense pull of whatever strange force has linked our hearts, the truth is that I don’t know him well. He might possess a cruel side. A dark side. I don’t like the thought of being trapped. I swallow past the abrupt dryness in my throat as I await his next move, expecting him to pounce on me at any moment.
