He nods. “I will. I won’t let you down again. I swear it.” I hear the promise in his voice, and I believe him.
“I overheard you with the mean girls earlier. When you got her name wrong.” I laugh at the memory.
He scoffs. “That female. I looked inside her head, and do you know what I found?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just air.” He sighs as his gaze darts between my eyes, dipping to my lips. “I will never be friendly with those who have wronged you. Never.”
My stomach swoops at his declaration. I can’t believe I was worried he’d dump me for her. Ziv is the most loyal person I’ve ever met, and being the target of his devotion might be the greatest feeling in the world.
We continue dancing, Akkal racing around our legs as Ziv twirls and dips and holds me so close I can feel the beat of his heart against my ear. Eventually, we end up on the shore. Back home. We kick our shoes off and continue to dance in the glow of the moonlight. The rest of the universe could slip away and we’d never know. We are all we need.
Epilogue
ZIVREN
A month later…
June is wearing a long dress the color of midnight that hugs her every curve. The straps are thin, and with a flick of my finger, I wager I could grab one and snap it in half as she passes by. She’s putting away Akkal’s clean clothes, and as I watch her leave the family room, I catch a glimpse of her dimpled backside through the thin material and saliva fills my mouth. I’m on my feet and following her before I realize it, my body instinctively closing the distance between us.
I sneak up behind her and wrap my front arms around her middle, leaving space to cup her ass with my back arms, and she squeaks in surprise. “Mm,” I moan as I run my nose along her neck, inhaling her scent––a scent I now associate with comfort––“My beautiful mate.” I brush her hair out of the way and focus my kisses just behind her ear, the spot that always makes her stop what she’s doing and shudder in my arms. “That dress makes me want to do things to you.” I growl in her ear before nipping at her lobe. “Filthy, filthy things.”
She reaches back and cups the side of my face as I continue sucking on her skin. “That feels so good,” she whispers. “But we have to leave soon.” She arches her back as I cup her breast. It fills my palm, and I groan at the transition of her nipple hardening to a stiff peak. “Right?” she asks, her voice turning breathy. “We’ll be late to the party.”
This is true. If I remove her dress and run my tongue along her thick legs and lap her at cunt the way I want, we’ll be late to the anniversary party for the commander of my unit and his mate. They’re celebrating eighty turns of the sun together. A truly impressive milestone. Neither June nor I are of the species to live long enough to reach a goal like that, unfortunately. Though even a thousand cycles with June wouldn’t be enough. I shall settle for what I’m given and soak up every moment I can in her presence.
“They won’t even notice our absence,” I tell her. If anyone understands the ever persistent need to bury my face in my mate’s juicy cunt, it’s a happily mated male like my commander.
She sinks her little square teeth into her bottom lip, considering it. After a moment, she hollers, “Akkal, play with Soppo for a few minutes, okay, bud?”
“Your tetra and I need to use the closet for a bit. Stay inside. We’ll be right back.”Using the closethas become the most child-friendly way to let him know we’re about to have sex and we do not want to be interrupted. It’s the furthest enclosed space from the family room with a lockable door. He has yet to ask about the strange noises we make while we’re in there. Someday, I’ll explain it to him, but today is not that day.
I walk June backward into our bedroom and lift her onto the empty shelf in our closet. It’s the perfect height to eat her and mate her, and for this reason, the shelf will remain empty forevermore, below a high ledge where a bottle of lube is hidden by a folded blanket The rest of the closet is cluttered with myclothes and hers, but not our shelf. Never our shelf. I don’t bother removing her dress. There’s no time. My cock is already leaking in my pants, and I need her too desperately.
I shove the straps of her dress off her shoulders until her breasts spill out the top, her large pink nipples begging to be sucked. I take one into my mouth, and her nails bite into the back of my head as she holds me against her chest, panting as I continue working each sweet nipple with my tongue.
By the time her moans start reaching the edge of too loud, I lower myself to my knees and shove her dress up around her hips. A needy whine escapes me when I find her cunt uncovered. “You’re not wearing your underbottoms?”
She chuckles at my choice of word. She calls them something else, but I prefer underbottoms.
Then anger boils my blood at the next realization. “Were you not planning on wearing underbottoms to the party?” Where other males will be in attendance. Seeing her lush body barely covered by this flimsy dress. Another layer of fabric that wouldn’t be there to block the ambrosial scent of her cunt from entering the noses of said males.
She must be able to see the spiral in my head written all over my face because she cups my cheeks and forces me to meet her green eyes, now almost black with her blown-out pupils. “I was going to put them on before we left. Don’t worry, my love.”
Jealousy is a new emotion for me. It turns me into someone I don’t recognize. It’s not a feeling I knew existed before June. I’m fortunate she finds it adorable when I get riled up about other males looking at her and doesn’t see it as an unforgivable flaw in my character. “I…I am,” I begin, swallowing hard, “You are mine.”
“And you’re mine, Ziv,” she replies, with an amused smirk. “When I watched those island bitches gawking at you, I wanted to rip their faces off, so I get it.” Then she playfully taps the sideof my face. “Now get back to business, yeah? This pussy isn’t going to eat itself.”
I do as I’m told and shove my nose against her clit, and I delve my tongue deep into her core. Her tangy musk explodes on my tongue as I lap at her, barely able to breathe, but I don’t care. She tastes too good to come up for air. I feel her body writhe beneath me, and my hands are everywhere, stroking the soft bulge of her belly, rubbing her shoulders, and gripping her thighs as I continue sucking on her puffy pink folds.
“Oonya,” she pants, “I need it.Please.”
With one hand, I shove my shorts down to my knees and wipe the precome from the tip of my cock and smear it over her nipples and clit. It takes all of two seconds for it to start working, and soon her eyes are rolling back into her head, and her body enters an endless shudder. I want to come with her, and I know she’s close, so I take my cock in hand and in one thrust, I’m almost all the way inside.
My front hands cup her face as I press my forehead to hers, my back hands gripping her hips as I drive into her cunt. “I am home,” I growl before taking her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss.
“Oh god,” she whimpers into my mouth.“Yes, yes, yes.”
