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“She knows,” I snap. “She doesn’t care.”
“I beg to differ. She cares.”
He doesn’t know Willow, though. Not like I do. She’s closed off and won’t open all the parts of herself up to me. I know there is more inside her. More I crave to touch and explore and learn. I’ve been given momentary access to her body, but she has an iron grip on the keys to her heart. She likes the pleasure I’ve given her, but she’s had her fill. I’m expendable.
“These things have a way of working themselves out,” Avrell says, pulling me from my thoughts.
Ignoring his uplifting words, I veer the ship into the open bay and bring it to a halt. The bay closes behind us, bathing us in darkness. Unlike last time, when Hadrian and I first arrived, I know we’ll be met with a happier welcome. Not only do I bring back their friend, but I’ve also brought back hope in the form of our doctor.
Does anyone care that I am here too?
Hadrian does.
That little mortarekker loves me even if we do get on each other’s nerves a lot. I’m thankful to have a fellow mort who doesn’t know everything on my side.
“Shall I wake—” Avrell starts, but I cut him off with a growl.
“No. I’ll wake her.”
He chuckles. “Very well. I’ll suit up and gather my supplies.”
Rising from my chair, I stride to the back where Willow is sleeping in her bed. I crack the door and peek inside. Her red hair is wild and her mouth is parted as she sleeps. So rekking beautiful. I could stare at her for all of eternity and not grow tired. Slowly, I prowl into the room, closing the door behind me. I make my way to the side of her bed and crouch.
I just want to touch her.
Once more.
Gently, I stroke a strand of red hair from her pale, speckled face. I admire her long lashes and pouty lips. Her nose is cute. Everything about her is perfect to me. Sure, there are other females at the prison, but none of them look like her. None of them have her sweet voice. None of them have her bright fire.
Her eyes pop open and she smiles. It’s brief, and then it falls.
“Are we there yet?” she croaks, her voice thick with sleep.
“We are, bright star.”
She flinches at my words. “I, uh, should get ready.”
My gaze falls to her creamy, bare thighs as she shoves the blanket away. Her mouth parts in realization that she so casually showed her near nakedness to me. My cock is hard and aching in my minnasuit. It’s more than mating with her, though. I want to hold her and kiss her and whisper sweet words to her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she murmurs, swallowing.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me.”
I grin, showing my double fangs. “I’d take a bite out of you. Bet you taste sweet.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I bet I’m sour.”
“Want to test our theories and see?” I waggle my brows at her.
“No,” she says with a snort. “Move.”
I can’t move, though. All I can do is stare. With my clawed fingertip, I trace the line of her jaw, needing to feel her one last time. I can’t help but lean in and press my lips to hers.
She doesn’t fight me or yell or remind me of our agreement.
No, she sighs.
Needy, breathy, sad.
Her lips part and I flick my forked tongue inside, needing to taste her unique flavor. Our kiss escalates from gentle to chaotic within moments. Before she can protest to our actions, I’m ripping away at my minnasuit. She wriggles out of her sleepshirt, tossing it to the floor.
I pounce on her naked body, not wanting to waste any more time without being inside her. Our mouths meet again as my cock rubs against her cunt. She cries out when I slide into her. It’s abrupt and I don’t prime her to take me. My mate is slick and eager, though. Her body sucks mine into hers like it was made for me. We both moan unison, the sound one of relief. Now that I’m inside her, my movements are a little less frantic. I buck my hips, stretching her tight cunt to accommodate my thickness.
“Theron,” she murmurs against my lips.
My mate. My sweet mate. I hold back those words because I can’t lose what little bit I have left of her. Saying those words would kill our moment together.
I kiss her deeply and try to consume her. I want to leave my mark and keep her. This coupling feels more intense than the last, but it also has a stronger sense of finality. It makes me angry and sad all at once.
I’m not allowed to release myself inside her. It’s her space fling rule. My sac tightens and aches. I’ll come soon. I bury my face in her hair that drives me wild and kiss her neck. Her cunt tightens each time I suck her skin into my mouth.
