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Derwen
My new mate blinks, stunned at the idea of becoming bred so quickly. “That’s quick.”
“I’m Voltare,” I explain. “We are potent breeders.”
“Oh wow.”
“Do you want to be a mother, Camila?”
She puts a palm against her chest. “I did always want that in my life, I just didn’t know when. But I have always wanted to be a mom someday and have babies with…someone.”
“With me?”
“I’d never truly thought about that happening with you. It seemed like an impossibility. I was trying to remain professional.”
“It isn’t an impossibility. I want you and you want me, and I want offspring with you. And I hope that’s what you want with me.”
Her green eyes turn watery.
I wrap this warmhearted, delicate human in my arms and place my chin on top of her golden head. “That means you agree to carrying my offspring?”
Her fingers dig into the front of my shirt. “Yes. Yes, of course I do.”
“If you agree to the next two parts and become my mate you will be Camila Tusk. Your husband will be Voltare and your offspring half-Voltare… There are other males who have taken human females as their mates. And I’ve even met their offspring they all seem happy and healthy. We are a highly compatible species. And remember, Voltare mate for life. There is no divorce because I will be physically latched onto your scent alone.” I pull back and meet her gaze. “Do you believe you can make that kind of life-long commitment to me?”
She sniffs and smiles at me because of course she loves the name. My assistant will become my mate and will be a Tusk. “Yes, I accept that,” she confirms. “And yes, I can make that kind of serious commitment to you.”
My shoulders slump with relief. I am indeed lucky that this female, despite her human nature, is willing to try to live like a mated Voltare pair. And then I take her hand and we start up the stairs again.
“I am now taking you to the primary bedroom for the most important part of the ritual.”
She’s distracted, looking at the house she loves. I’ve done a good job with the purchase of the domicile. She fell in love with it instantly and was heartbroken over the idea that I might have placed a different female here, instead of her. But how would that be possible? What other human already knows me? What other human can speak my own language so perfectly? And what other female already causes my not only my body to enflame, but my heart as well?
I am already falling in love with Camila Tusk.
Which makes the next part of this ritual even more important.
I pause at the correct doorway because this is it, on average, if a female is going to deny a mating, it will happen during the inspection of the mating bed. Females are notorious for their attention to detail. I did what I could to recreate this setting, considering I was off planet, to make it realistic. But I’m concerned I’ve failed.
I take a deep breath and open the door to our mating room. “I await your decision on step number two.”
Camila walks inside and I follow behind and close the door after us.
It’s a glorious primary bedroom. The stuff that dreams are made of. The huge bed dominates the room, with a four-poster black metal frame and a white gauze canopy. The fluffy bedding is entirely white. The walls of the room are white. And there’s a stone fireplace with a cheery fire sparking. Two big comfy chairs and dark windows covered with off white curtains. And everywhere is lit by enormous white pillar candles, in the exact shape and amount that is required. I was unable to find the exact scent and the statues. I hope she doesn’t notice. I repeat the same words that males have said for millennia.
“Is this mating bed acceptable?”
“It’s a glorious primary bedroom. The stuff that dreams are made of.” She walks around and touches all of the items in the room—the chairs, the curtains and she spends time at the fireplace and then the candles. Her fingers brush against the fabric of the pillows and she stares at the blazing logs in the fireplace. I watch all of it quietly, as I should. I appreciate the time my female spends, as if she knows how important this moment is for me. The gathering of the mating bed and creating the perfect nest for a female is a momentous occasion for a male. A moment I’d long ago thought wasn’t going to happen.
Finally, my female kicks off her shoes and puts down her bag.
I kick off my own shoes. Then I lead her to the foot of the bed and she takes a seat. I love the fact that she’s still wearing my black jacket, like a gift to be unwrapped. “The last step is that you need to accept my penis as the one you want in your body. The one you think will satisfy you for the rest of your life.” This again, is a moment when the female often denies the mating. There have been famous moments throughout our history where the denial has happened in spectacular fashion.
Will this human find my Voltar body acceptable?
Camila licks her lips and watches me unbuckle my heavy silver belt buckle. And then I unfasten my black slacks and I’m entirely naked and aroused, ready for her inspection.
