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“That stopped being true a month ago,” my son countered. “They’ve recently found the cure for their reproductive issues and inability to birth sons. Multiple Veredian pregnancies have been confirmed in the past few weeks.”
I turned away from him, my gaze roaming blindly over the hunting trophies hanging on my walls; horns, bones, and skulls of Braxia’s fiercest predators. I barely knew Ravena, and yet, I knew beyond any doubt that she was meant to be by my side. The mere thought of letting her go had my blood boiling with rage. But to imagine a Braxian infant with her golden skin and black horns suckling at her teat had my chest tightening with longing—a feeling soon replaced by the searing pain of Lissy’s memory.
Keran’s hand rested on my shoulder in a comforting gesture. “I can see the chemistry between you, and Idowant your happiness, Father. None deserve it more than you. But now is not the time.”
“I willnotsend her away,” I said, daring him to challenge me.
“I certainly hope not,” Keran said, his smirk widening at my surprise. “She saved you once, holds the patents to some of the best technology available in the galaxy, and has powerful allies. Keep her close, bind her to you, but do not impregnate her… yet.”
“Yet?” I asked, confused.
“Stabilize Braxia, get rid of the Guldans, and settle your score with the remaining Fifteen.”
I stiffened, shocked that he would bring them up before me. Of course, everyone, even my own sons, knew of my shame, of my crime. Still, I found no condemnation in my son’s eyes.
“And then?”
Keran smiled. “And then, follow in Krygor’s footsteps. Once Braxia is back under control, lead by example with your reformed laws on hybrids.”
With one last squeeze of my shoulder, my son turned around to leave.
“You make me proud, Son,” I called out as he reached the door’s threshold.
Keran stopped and looked at me over his shoulder. “As do you, Father.”
Chapter 8
Mercy
Warm, callused hands roaming over my skin stirred me from my slumber. My eyes still closed, I smiled and purred as Ravik’s hands traced my Veredian markings on the side of my calves. The heat of his breath fanned along them before his lips peppered them with soft kisses, trailing a path up my inner thigh. His broad shoulders forced my legs opened as he settled between them. My stomach fluttered and my pulse picked up in anticipation.
He blew hot air over my pussy, making me shiver, and then covered it, too, with light kisses and gentle nips. I squirmed, wanting more.
“Stay,” he grumbled in a commanding tone.
I fisted the—predictably—maroon bed cover, grinding my teeth with impatience. His tongue teased me, systematically avoiding the seam of my pussy. His fingers continued to caress my markings, sending a steady stream of pleasure straight to my groin. Ravik had quickly discovered that my markings darkened when aroused, which also made them erogenous. He could literally make me climax just by touching them. The ones at the base of my neck that tapered off between my shoulder blades were the most sensitive.
His finger, long and thick, teased my slit in a slow motion before dipping inside me. Shallow at first, it sank in further with each stroke. It was just enough for the nerve endings of my inner wall’s ridges to awaken and throb with need. The ridges not only enhanced a Guldan female’s pleasure during penetration, they gave their partner’s cock rippling caresses and an extra squeeze as it moved in and out of her. Unlike most other female species, we didn’t have a G-spot, but multiple ones; each of the ridges along our inner walls acted as such. There was no missing our sweet spot.
I whimpered, needing more. Ravik chuckled and inserted a second finger. At long last, the burning heat of his mouth wrapped around my clit while his fingers continued to work me over. Fiery tendrils twisted and coiled inside my stomach, my nipples hardening painfully as pleasure built up within. I pinched my nipples hard, the sting sending another jolt of bliss straight to my pussy. I wasn’t a masochist, but a bit of pain and a good spanking always excited me. The memory of Ravik’s massive hand choking me for challenging his virility while he rammed his cock inside me had moisture pooling between my legs.
Ravik grunted in approval, the movement of his hands inside me and of his tongue on my clit accelerating. My breath grew labored and my skin tingled as I neared the edge. Letting go of one of my breasts, I took a fistful of my man’s hair, my pelvis rising. With his free hand, Ravik raked his nails over my markings, strongly enough for a nice burn.
I exploded with a throaty shout, my back arching off the bed. A white haze descended before my eyes, my body seizing in spasms of ecstasy. Before I could regain my senses, Ravik flipped me onto my stomach. His large hand smacked my right butt cheek with a meaty sound, sending another bolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. While his hand soothed the sting, his teeth sank into the fleshy part of my left butt cheek. My legs jerked in response, and a strangled moan escaped my throat. He kissed the flesh he had bitten and gave my right butt cheek a second solid slap.
Dripping wet and aching with need, I didn’t resist when Ravik grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed.
“On your knees,” Ravik growled, his hands pulling my hips up towards him.
I’d barely done so when I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my opening. Although careful not to harm me, Ravik wasn’t gentle. And I fucking loved it. Thick and long within me, I’d never felt so full, so utterly possessed. One hand holding on to my hip, the rough palm of the other caressed my back as he pumped in and out of me. When his fingers brushed over the markings between my shoulder blades, it felt as if lightning had struck my clit and spread electric tendrils along my legs and up my spine. I cried out and nearly collapsed.
Ravik held me up and slapped my ass twice in lieu of punishment, each strike resonating blissfully in my pussy. Letting go of my hip, both his hands wrapped around my horns, forcing my head to tilt back as he pounded into me. I screamed his name and begged for more.
Guldans loved having their lovers grab their horns while we fucked. The nerve endings at their base became erogenous when aroused, just like my Veredian markings. Pulling or applying pressure on our horns sent sparks of pleasure down our spines.
I came undone again, shouting his name. Ravik cried out, no doubt fighting the urge to climax as well from my inner walls clenching spasmodically around him. Boneless, overwhelmed by sensations, I would have collapsed face first into the mattress if not for him holding me up by the horns. No doubt realizing the danger of hurting me, he let go of my horns, one arm wrapping around my waist and one hand closing around my neck as he forced me to arch back into him.
“You’re so fucking tight, little bird,” Ravik grunted, his face inches from mine. “You feel so damn good around my cock. My woman…”
