by Sue Lyndon
When she stepped closer, she felt the hardness of his massive erection poking at her stomach. A thrill rushed through her and she shamelessly ground her hips into him, desperate for more than his sweet kisses.
He growled and guided her to the bed. But he didn’t push her down right away. Instead, he arranged three pillows atop one another in the center of the bed. He removed her clothing next and nodded at the mound of pillows.
“You’re to crawl up there and present yourself to me, wife. Arch your bottom up and part your thighs.”
Her pulse thundered in her ears as she complied, moving over the pillows and positioning herself to his liking, with her pussy on display. Her breasts felt heavy and her hardening nipples ached as she settled into place.
A brief rustle of clothing and then the bed dipped behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and her breath hitched at the sight of Zamek in all his naked glory, his powerful red body gleaming in the light of the sconces, one hugely muscled arm flexing as he grasped his cock and lined it up with her entrance. Not for the first time, she marveled at the many scars covering his chest, including the new one near his right shoulder, the one that had nearly ended his life.
She gasped and braced herself, thinking he meant to shove straight inside her, but he only dragged his shaft through her increasing wetness. Whenever his cock grazed over her clit, she whimpered and pushed backward, seeking the relief that only he could give her.
He ran his hands down her back and reached underneath her to tweak a nipple. She cried out when he pinched hard. He chuckled darkly and soon gave her other breast the same rough treatment.
“You are so beautiful, little human.” His deep voice drifted over her like a possessive caress, and she shivered in response. “I am grateful that you’re mine and I vow to you that I will protect you always.”
Her throat burned at the conviction in his tone.
“I-I’m grateful that you’re mine too,” she said in a trembling whisper, overcome with both emotion and arousal.
“I love you, human,” he said, and for several long moments she couldn’t breathe. “I never expected to love another, not after… but I do. I love you.”
All at once, the world tilted on its axis. Had she misheard him? She swallowed past the abrupt dryness in her mouth and struggled to process this new information. She was already aware that he cared about her, that he felt possessive of her, but love… love was different.
Love was scary, so scary that she’d refused to allow herself to even contemplate the question of her loving him.
She cared about him of course, and had he died from the knife wound she would’ve been devastated. Utterly heartbroken, in fact.
“It’s all right if you don’t love me, Layla,” he said, running a hand through her dark tresses, sweeping her locks aside so he might better see her face, not allowing her to hide behind a veil of hair. “I don’t expect you to.”
Tears blurring her vision, she peered over her shoulder, and when her eyes collided with his, she finally allowed herself to examine the depths of her heart, to explore the parts of herself that she’d tried so very hard to keep closed off to Zamek. Walls crumbled to dust, shields clattered to the ground, and warmth and light flowed through her as her heart was finally, finally laid bare before him.
In the midst of the destruction, in the center of her unguarded soul, the answer stared her so clearly in the face that she felt like a fool for not having realized the truth sooner. She did love him.
She pushed herself off the pillows, turned around, and grasped his face.
The dark depths of his eyes lit with surprise, and he froze. Even his chest stopped rising and falling. He was holding his breath, waiting for her to speak.
“But I do love you,” she said softly, and some of the tightness in her chest eased.
The shock in his gaze burned brighter. He stared at her as if she’d just sprouted antennas. Her smile broadened and warmth flooded her.
“Wife,” he said in a tone filled with affection. “My wife.” He cupped her face firmly. “I would have never dared to dream of holding your heart, but oh how it pleases me.” He swallowed hard and gave his head a slight, disbelieving shake. A brilliant smile soon broke across his face.
She nudged the pillows aside, lay down on her back, and parted her thighs.
“Make love to me like this,” she said. “Please.”
His nostrils flared and he pounced on her, settling himself between her thighs and leaning down to kiss her. This time, he was rough, and she clutched onto his arms and struggled to take in air through her nose as he deepened the kiss. Her heart beat rapidly and she groaned when he thrust into her, driving his cock fast and deep.
As he set a rapid pace of claiming her, of loving her, he withdrew from the kiss to stare into her eyes, holding her gaze as their bodies joined and they officially consummated their union.
“I still plan to breed you,” he said, arching an eyebrow. “I’ll fill you with my seed fifty fluxxing times a day if that’s what it takes to finally see your stomach swell with our child.”
She flushed all over and tightened her grip on his arms. She tried not to think about how rare Kall-human pregnancies were. Only human females who possessed a specific and very rare genetic mutation could conceive a baby with a Kall male. Oh but how her heart ached with longing at the thought of having a child with Zamek.
He swirled a finger over her clit as he pumped into her, and the headboard banged against the wall with his every rapid thrust. Just as pleasure swept over her and she cried out her release, his cock jerked inside her, vibrating as his seed spurted into her depths.
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies slick with perspiration. She shivered as another cool breeze entered the room. The night was loud, the nighttime insects buzzing and singing in the tall grasses and trees, and the nocturnal animals screeching and growling all over the mountainside.
A sense of finality and peace settled over Layla.
A sense of belonging.
A sense of home.
With his forehead still pressed to hers, he whispered an ancient Kall mating poem, a lesser-known work by Erommti of Faia District. “My lips to your lips. My flesh to your flesh. My heart to your heart. My seed to your womb.”
He pulled back to meet her gaze, and they uttered the last part together.
“My soul to your soul.”
Epilogue
Heavily pregnant, Layla stretched and placed a hand on her aching back, then she resumed pacing the dining room. A few minutes trying to sit still long enough to eat lunch and she’d gotten a backache and a leg cramp. Walking always seemed to help and she sighed as the dull cramp in her leg faded.
Betsy shot her a sympathetic look. Lissa, a Kall female who was Betsy’s sister-in-law, as she’d married Commander Edek’s brother Draken, smiled knowingly at Layla as she cradled her newborn son, Broxx, in her arms and hummed a lullaby. Fallonn arranged a pillow vertically on a chair and urged Layla to resume her seat.
Layla approached the dining room table, where the four women were enjoying a late lunch together, and sank into the chair with a sigh.
“Thanks, Fallonn.”
“How much longer do you have?” Betsy asked, taking a sip of her tea.
“At least another moon cycle, or so the doctor says,” Layla replied with a dramatic groan. She popped a piece of fruit into her mouth. More than anything, she craved fruit these days, particularly the ghrriss melons that grew deep in the forests, which Zamek procured for her on a regular basis.
“Oh, it might be more than a moon cycle,” Fallonn said, reaching for a utensil. “She’s very comfortable and content in there, and she so loves the sound of your voice.”
“Wonderful,” Layla said sarcastically, though she was secretly pleased by Fallonn’s commentary. Knowing the baby was happy warmed her heart, though she anticipated the day when she would finally hold little Colleen in her arms, an
d she knew Zamek was looking forward to meeting their daughter too.
It was a beautiful day, and after lunch they went for a walk in the vineyard. Layla was grateful that she got to see Betsy on a regular basis now, though she often found herself missing Fiona terribly. Perhaps one day Ambassador Merokk would decide to visit planet Kall and bring Fiona along. Until then, Layla would have to keep exchanging messages with Fiona on the interplanetary comm that Zamek had recently installed in the house for her use.
Fallonn and Lissa spotted their husbands and rushed ahead to meet them, and Layla and Betsy slowed their pace and moved closer to one another. They watched as Xazzok planted a kiss upon Fallonn’s forehead, while Draken leaned down to make a silly face at Broxx before scooping the infant up into his arms. As Draken held the baby, Lissa regarded her husband with warmth and adoration reflecting in her eyes.
Layla’s throat burned and her face also heated, because she felt like she was spying on a private, intimate moment between husband and wife as she watched Draken and Lissa’s sweet interaction. In all her life, she’d never seen a couple appear so deeply in love.
“I can’t believe this is real sometimes,” Betsy said. “That we’re here, I mean, on planet Kall. Together. And neither of us are slaves anymore, and we’re happily married to Kall warriors.”
“I know what you mean,” Layla said. She reached for Betsy’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “I was so worried for you. I hope you know how much I fought with your father, trying to get him to help you after you got arrested.”
A faraway look entered Betsy’s blue eyes, but her vision soon cleared, and she regarded Layla with a thoughtful expression. “Had I been on Earth when Michael did what he did, I would’ve tried everything to help you, too. Your goodbye letter, well, it ripped me apart. I was so worried for you. When Ambassador Merokk sent a message saying the general didn’t kill you in the courtroom though, I started to feel hopeful, and I prayed for you every day.”
Layla blinked against a sudden sheen of tears. “I still can’t believe you tricked Commander Edek into bringing you into Sumlin on auction day just in hopes that you’d catch a glimpse of me. That was rather devious of you. But it was wonderful to see you that day, even if we couldn’t even hug one another or talk for long.”
Betsy grinned for a moment, but her visage abruptly darkened. “It didn’t take him long to figure it out. When I kept making excuses to walk closer to the vendors near the square, he caught on and asked if I was looking for you. I thought that perhaps if you were still alive, General Zamek might decide to sell you.
“Of course, it wasn’t precisely auction day that drew me into town but seeing the Tammusha on the landing platform outside Sumlin,” Betsy continued, “and then once I realized it was also auction day, well I couldn’t not look for you. Even though Edek was annoyed with me, he took me closer to the auction, and then once it ended, we walked the streets of Sumlin, hoping for a glimpse of you.”
They fell silent for some time, each lost in their memories of that day. A sharp breeze cut through the vineyard, and Layla pressed her hands down on her dress to keep it from flipping up in the wind. Little Colleen started rolling and kicking inside her, as if excited by the breeze.
“Perhaps once the video feed on the general’s interplanetary comm is working, you can introduce me to your friend Fiona Lockhart. I-I know that everything has worked out—it’s a relief to know she has found happiness with Ambassador Merokk—but I still feel as though I ought to apologize to her. Or thank her. I-I am not sure which. Both, I guess. Do you think she’ll want to talk to me?” Betsy shot Layla a hopeful look.
“Fiona has a kind and forgiving heart and I’m certain she’ll wish to meet you,” Layla replied.
Two huge Kall warriors stepped into their path, and Layla’s heart raced at the sight of Zamek. He’d taken an airship into Sumlin today with Commander Edek, but apparently the two males had returned from their business with the council, business to which neither she nor Betsy were privy, though Zamek had assured her that it was nothing to worry about.
As Zamek approached Layla, his gaze sweeping appreciatively over her swollen belly, Edek wrapped an arm around Betsy and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh.
“Wife,” Zamek said, taking Layla’s hand. He pulled her close and gave her a chastising look. “You shouldn’t walk so far from the house. What if you go into labor?”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Then the baby will fall out right here in the middle of the vineyard.” She grinned when he growled at her impertinent reply.
As Betsy and Edek walked ahead to join the others, Zamek guided Layla deeper into the vineyard, stealing her away for a moment of privacy. Once they reached a shaded area, he gathered her in his arms and kissed her forehead. Then he placed a hand upon her stomach. His eyes widened when little Colleen kicked him.
“She’s strong. Just like her mother.”
“And her father,” Layla added, standing on her toes to kiss Zamek.
He grasped her face and pressed his lips to hers with a softness that made her heart flutter. But the slow growl that emanated from his chest, as well as the growing hardness of his manhood, revealed he was restraining himself. When he stepped away, his eyes blazed with heat and longing. And affection. The warmth he settled upon her with a single glance often caused her heart to skip a beat.
He stepped closer then and leaned down, resting his forehead against hers.
“Soul to soul, wife,” he whispered, his breath caressing her face.
Her throat burned and she found herself blinking back tears. He’d only quoted this poem to her once. Several months ago, on the night they officially consummated their marriage. But hearing him say it again, or at least the last line, brought back the memories of that night, when they’d confessed their love to one another.
“Soul to soul, husband.”
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