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“Said no one ever.”
Her eyes went wide. “Was that a joke?”
“It has been known to happen.” He licked the column of her throat. Whatever retort she had disappeared into a moan.
Her hand slid down his back, wrapping around the base of his tail. He jerked, his control gone, and his tail whipped violently. The barb grazed her thigh.
He stilled as she wiggled underneath him. “It’s warm,” she moaned.
“My barb has a toxin that increases pleasure.”
“That’s…amazing.” Her breathing grew increasingly ragged and her pupils dilated. Her hands skated along his back. “You feel amazing. Like, really good before, but now…it’s really, really good.”
“The first time is the most potent. Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.” She whimpered for relief.
He lined his cock to her entrance and pushed in. Slowly, her tight channel yielded as he pressed deeper, inch by inch.
“Oh my God, why does it feel like that?” she gasped. “Not a complaint. It’s incredible.”
He did not have the patience to explain the anatomical difference between himself and a Terran male. She was hot and gripped his cock wonderfully close. Selfishly, he would allow her to explore him tomorrow. He couldn’t think beyond where their bodies joined and how perfect she felt, or how she moved.
He pulled back and plunged in. She gasped and moaned, rising to meet him thrust for thrust. Again and again, he pumped into her until she was the only thing in the universe. The feel of his mate. Her sounds. The soft words she murmured, punctuated with curses that delighted him. She was the only one for him, and he would never let her go again.
Pleasure coiled tight at the base of his tail and zipped along his nerves. At the precipice of release, he buried his fangs into her shoulder. She gasped, her core fluttering and squeezing around him. He released deep in her, filling her with his seed.
His mate rode out her climax. The toxin from his barb took away the pain of the mate mark, burning pleasure through her until only a soft glow remained.
Rolling to the side, he gathered her to him. He stroked her hair, watching for signs of distress.
She blinked, eyes heavy with sleep. Smacking her lips, she smiled and snuggled into him.
He adored this female.
Chapter 18
Ren
Ren arrived with an unknown Mahdfel male just as Havik prepared his morning meal.
“Where is our Thalia? Has she recovered from her injuries?”
“She requires rest,” Havik said.
“Because of her injuries or because of all the—” Ren made a clicking, then a whistling sound.
A flush of pride rushed through him at Ren acknowledging his mating to Thalia. The disrespectful tone, however, he disliked. “It is not too late for you to perish from yesterday’s glorious battle,” he warned.
“Murder threats and coffee. You are the brother of my heart.” Ren helped himself to the Earth coffee, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
As the fiend drank the coffee, Havik bit back his irritation. He had prepared that beverage not because he enjoyed it but because he wanted Thalia to have a fresh pot available when she woke. Ren briefed him on the outcome of the raid.
One ship had separated but had been disabled before it escaped. Smaller ships, mostly owned by the auction’s wealthy patrons, had escaped.
Havik growled with frustration. Busting the auction house removed several suppliers and a marketplace, but as long as the demand remained, someone with a disregard for the law would fulfill it.
The other male, a Seeran, extended the warlord’s offer to join the clan. “I can utilize two males for gathering intelligence.”
