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He repeated the process once more, the second time with the female Quin strapped securely in place. That time he had not sought out his mate or looked her way, but he had felt her eyes following him as he did what needed to be done. He was grateful that Quin did not cling to him, but he regretted that he had nothing to offer her when she demanded in a low, hissing whisper to know what he was going to do to save Stacey—and all of them as she informed him that his mate would never leave without her friends, as if that was something he was not cognizant of. He merely shook his head and turned her over to his bemused first officer before heading back down to recover his very own heart.
Stacey was alone, all except Shelk who stood in silent guard a short distance away, her head bowed in misery as she sat on the forest floor when Varik returned to her. He nodded to the male, indicating that he may return up the wall—something which was met with relief which made him wonder what female he had set his interest upon—and approached his mate, crouching down in front of her. He brushed a hand over her hair, his heart aching.
“Come, blossom. Allow me to carry you up now.”
Her lips twisted bitterly but she refused to look up at him, keeping her gaze focused instead on her feet. “Why? Is there no one left that you would rather be with first?”
He smiled at the note of anger in her voice. Her anger he would happily accept. And he understood its cause as she did not understand his reasoning.
“Do you human not having a saying about saving the best for last? This is a common sentiment among Lorgor. We leave for last that which we wish to savor, and I would assume that humans, with whom we share so much in common would be likewise.” Her head tipped toward him, her mouth twisted in a frown, bringing a smile into his heart.
“Are you really trying to tell me that you ignored me and took all of those other women first, prioritizing them, because you wanted to keep me for last… to savor it?”
“And why not?” He purred. “Why would I take you up first only to immediately be forced to release you to help the others? Can I not wish to enjoy the climb with my mate in complete privacy?”
She blinked rapidly, chasing the last drops of tears from her eyes as her cheeks pinkened delightfully and she gave him a shy smile from between the mussed locks of pink hair falling around her face. “We are alone now, aren’t we?”
“Completely,” he gravely assured her.
Blowing out a long breath she gave a watery laugh. “Now I feel silly.”
“Do not,” he groaned as he captured her hands in his and kissed the backs of them and her palms. “You could not know, and I was not in a position where I felt I could safely communicate my plan. Your feelings are valid. Never silly.”
Her smile widened shyly, and he felt as if it were the sun warming his scales after a storm. “Ok, let’s do this then. I’m ready.”
“As am I. I am always ready for my mate’s touch.”
She chuckled at his flirtatious reply just as he hoped she would and stepped forward into his arms. He did not immediately sling into the straps across his back as he had the other females but gathered her close, breathing her scent in and he surrounded her with every once of his love and devotion. They stood like that for many minutes until he at last reluctantly lifted her into the straps and secured her tightly to him.
“The straps will keep you secure,” he quickly assured her as he looked back over his shoulder at his mate, “but hold onto me, regardless, for my peace of mind.”
“You won’t drop me, Varik,” she replied softly, and he nodded in confirmation.
“Never, but I will still be anxious and need to feel it that you are safe even more. So please do this for me?”
Her expression softened further but she nodded and wound her arms around him, flattening her breasts against his back in the process. Although the first female had gripped him similarly, he had not been aware of it as he was with his mate. He bit back a moan and turned toward the wall, determined to get this part of the climb over with as his cock bulged uncomfortable against his uniform to brush inconveniently against his inner thighs with his every movement. It was going to be make the climb uncomfortable, to say the least.
With her warm breath stirring erotically against the lower length of his vibinum, Varik made the climb for the final time. Far more cautiously than any of the previous trips up, the sway and brush of their bodies and the scent and warmth of her filling his senses seemed to exist in a timeless space, with only the tired ache of his muscles reminding him of where he was and that he was nearing the end of his reserved strength. He was both grateful and disappointed when they finally swung into the cavern, terminating their intimate climb, but was pleased to find the cavern empty. Jornesh had wisely left him to his privacy with his mate.
Reaching behind him, he unstrapped her and promptly tugged her lush body around and against him, his cock pressing urgently against the softness of her belly. Her small gasp rushed over his scales in such a way that it sent a tingling path in reaction, but it was her hand caressing his cock through his uniform that nearly undid him. Even though she was practically blind within the cavern, she found him unerringly and seemed intent to bring him to his knees.
“You are primed and ready so fast, and just from that climb. Tell me, my love, would you fuck me here if I allowed you?” she whispered.
He growled softly in affirmation, his fingers clenching the fabric of her gown with small insistent tugs. She laughed quietly and gave his cock a firm squeeze.
“I would worship you,” he gritted through the rapid rise of hot pleasure coursing through him.
“Do it, then,” she whispered. “Make me as if I’m truly yours in every way in our stolen moment together so that I can remember it when I am forced to tolerate Gaix’s groping and selfish demands.”
With a moan, he happily sank down to his knees, prepared to wipe any thought or memory of the other male from his mate’s mind. He would replace every touch of his rival with his own.
ChapterNineteen
Varik pushed the voluminous length of sheer material up his mate’s legs, exposing inch after inch of her soft thighs as he slowly drowned himself in the rich scent of her natural perfume rising from between her plush thighs. She was a queen and a goddess. She could have been the carved image of the Kadesh goddess herself for all the beauty she contained within her. The smile of love upon her face was somehow softer and sweeter than that of any goddess, containing a mortal warmth that promised the simple joys granted to a mortal life. Varik did not consider himself a particularly spiritual male, but he knew then that he would gladly spend the rest of his life worshipping at the soft, welcoming thighs of his mate, saving all his adoration for her, and her alone.
Her bare cunt welcomed him as she parted her legs further, revealing its pink swollen folds. Everything about his mate was pink and soft and he adored it. She was very much his sweet blossom, every part of her from the top of her head to her sex was like the delicate pink petals of the most beautiful of blooms on Lorgoon. And every bit of her was sweeter than the decadent ambrosia of its nectar.
His tongue struck, slipping deep as she gasped and sightlessly reached out for him, her fingers skimming over the sensitive tips of his ears as she gripped his vibinum directly behind them. Every motion of his head sent the heel of her hand rubbing against them until he was licking more vigorously, his cock leaking eagerly against the confines of his uniform with his excitement. He was painfully aroused, the ache driving deep into his sac and the sensitive nerves clustered just behind it. Although he could detect the faint traces of his seed deep within her, the primal part of him reacted strongly, hating that his mate didn’t carry enough of his scent to satisfy him. He needed to fill her again.
