“Yes.”
“Your bond?”
“Yes! Please, just?—”
The eighth orgasm cuts off my words.
Nine has me seeing colors that don't exist.
For ten, he adds his fingers. Tongue on my clit, three fingers stretching me, and one sliding into my ass. The combination breaks something in my mind. I come so hard I squirt, covering his face, and he drinks it like nectar.
When he finally stops, I'm boneless. Can't move. Can't think. Can only exist as sensation.
He carries me to the furs. Lays me down gently. His cocks are painfully hard, dripping steadily, but he doesn't take me. Just lies beside me, one hand possessive on my stomach.
“Why?” I manage to ask. “Why not... finish?”
“Because when I finally claim you, I want you coherent enough to remember every second. Tonight you're too destroyed. Tomorrow...”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow I'll fill you with both cocks. Breed you properly. Make you understand what empty really meant.”
I shiver. His hand slides lower, cups my oversensitive pussy. Just holds it. Possessive. Warm.
“Sleep,” he commands.
“I can't. Too...”
“Desperate?”
“Alive.”
He laughs, that grinding sound. “Then stay awake. Feel it. Your body preparing for tomorrow.”
The storm rages outside. Inside, his hand stays between my legs. Not moving. Just reminding me who I belong to.
I don't sleep.
I burn.
And tomorrow... tomorrow he'll either save me or destroy me completely.
Probably both.
MARA
DAY 6 - MORNING
Iwake to the sound of water dripping. Not the violent rush of yesterday's storm, but steady drops hitting stone. The flood must be receding.
Every muscle aches. Between my legs is a specific soreness that throbs with my heartbeat. Ten orgasms. He made me come ten times with just his tongue and fingers, then held me all night without taking me. His hand stayed possessively between my legs, not moving, just claiming space.
He's not beside me now.
I sit up, wincing. The furs smell like him—smoke and spice and alien male. My body responds immediately, fresh wetness gathering despite the soreness.
Twenty-four days until the portal opens. Twenty-four days to decide if I stay forever or return to Earth. To Lily. The thought makes my chest tight.
