I help, easing it lower over the spines, spikes and knobs. As my hands pass, each one settles against his thick shaft to become hard bumps. Once the CNULG is at the base of his cock, he lifts me again, holding my upper arms as he dangles my body above his furiously wrigglingcrinis.Each stray slap of a tentacle on my labia and inner thighs makes me moan.
He slides me forward, holding me above the flaring spikes of his monstrous cock. “Law-rah,” he says in a gasp which he swallows. “May I?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, mentally and out loud.‘Fuck me.’
His eyelids flutter. “At last. Yes.”
He lowers me slowly, never looking away from my face. His hands cradle my hips with reverent control, like he’s offering upa sacred gift. I feel the blunt pressure of him at my entrance—firm, insistent, but careful. My body yields slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The crinis helps, spreading lubricant around and stroking my labia, flicking my clit. The stretch burns over every swollen ridge and spine, then blooms. I breathe through it.
We’re joined at last.
It hits me all at once: this is everything I wanted and didn’t dare ask for. A mate who’s strong but listens, who respects my lead and still takes me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made him lose control. Someone who accepts the control I hold, and then turns it around in bed.
A sharp flash tears through me, deep inside, and I tense.
Dom lifts me half an inch.'I’m sorry, Law-rah?—’
“Don’t be,” I whisper, arms encircling his neck. “This is just human anatomy. I’ll get used to you.” I press my lips to his temple. “Especially if we keep doing this.”
‘Then we’ll do this every day,’he growls into my mind.
I laugh, and then gasp as gravity wins and I slide down farther. He’s massive, thick, impossible, each spine vibrating inside me. My body adjusts as I melt against him, keeping my muscles relaxed. I want him too badly to resist.
He rocks his hips slowly, starting a rhythm. Hiscrinisreaches up, slapping softly against my ass with each movement, then curling to slide teasingly between my cheeks. The wet sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the quiet space, layered over my moans and the rumble of his breath.
Sitting up, his hands shift, one gripping my thigh, the other coming up to take both my wrists. I give them over to him, and he kisses them before he lifts them, high above my head. I squirm, breath hitching, and that only makes him press in deeper.
My mind explodes with heat as he pours sensation down the bond, waves of aching need cresting between us. He’s inside menot just physically, but psychically. His pleasure becomes mine, and mine, his. I’m flooded with how tight he finds me, how perfect I feel around him, how deeply he’s drowning in me.
His scales flash in pulses of deep violet and electric blue—his bliss made visible. I reach out in the bond, give him my climax as it builds, golden and blazing. I pant, thighs trembling, breasts pressed to his chest, and his mouth drops to my neck, grazing sharp teeth along my skin as…
I break.
I cry out his name as I shatter, wave after wave rippling through me, dragged deeper into the bond as my pleasure triggers his. He thrusts hard, once, twice more, and then he stills, locked inside me, body shuddering against mine.
His roar is mental and physical, scales bright with color as he spills into me, shaking and groaning into my neck. We’re both trembling when he finally eases back, forehead pressed to mine, hands loosening their grip to cradle my face.
I nestle against his heartbeats, stroking a hand over his shimmering scales, still glowing with the aftershocks. “Mine.”
'I’m yours,’he breathes, so soft in the bond it nearly breaks me again. Through the bond, I see myself: glowing golden, seeping into purple where we meet, blending together.‘Beautiful Law-rah.’
I tip my head up. “And am I yours?”
His eyebrows twitch in surprise. “I would never presume to own a female.”
“Well, tough, because you’ve just broken me in. You’ve got me now.”
His smile lights up my whole body. “Then I’ll keep you. Always.”
EPILOGUE - DOM
A tiny glowing dot quickly gets larger as we approach. The autopilot begins braking, firing thrusters at the bow to slow our forward momentum. Greens and blues begin to shine through, the planet itself as contented as us.
Inside my mind, the connection with Law-rah thrums. Law-rah's mental energies are taking on more of my hues, like my scales soak up her coloring as the mating bond embeds.
Our energy remains in Law-rah's mental office, entwined in the heart of our work ethic. But how will it change when I re-synch with Nevare and Arik?
Law-rah takes my hand, her energy a bright blue-lilac. “However it changes, we'll work with it. Together,” she reminds me.