When she first spotted him from across the valley, Alrik felt her gaze like a punch in the gut. His people said he would know his der’lan, literally translated as mate of the heart, by the avalanche of awareness and lust that hit at first glance. It was a source of great amusement to his men that their word for mate bore such a close resemblance to the human word darlin’, a common term of endearment. Their amusement would turn quickly to satisfaction though when they realized how accurate the old tales were. He wasn’t really thinking about those things when he saw her, though. Instead he felt her response to him and hardened his resolve. He would have her complete surrender.
The communications officer got her on the radio and her voice had dribbled like honey across Alrik’s skin, smooth and warm. Panic edged her voice, unusual for someone so cool under fire, and she escaped from the ledge in haste.
Deciding his brother needed apprising about this newest development ASAP, he passed the chore of planning the surrender talks to a junior general. Halfway down the winding steps, he felt her again and ducked into an armory blasted into the mountain side. The vision in her mind was so vivid he was grateful for the privacy.
He stood with his back against the wall, breathing hard, while his mind joined her in pleasuring herself. Cock hard and throbbing, he knew it would be hours yet before he could seek his own release. He vowed to find a creative way to make her pay for his discomfort. He smiled at the thought, imaging her on her knees, mouth wrapped around his erection. Or maybe he would spank her. She so clearly deserved it for putting him through this unfulfilled torture. But first, he would bury himself so deeply in her she wouldn’t be able to say where she began and he ended; and then he would say the prayer needed to bind them together forever.
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