“Yes. I felt the instant connection. I didn’t understand what it was at the time. Chalked my feelings up to you coming to rescue me.” She covered the hand he’d never moved from her face and silently begged him to understand why she hadn’t told him sooner. “Our empathic senses grew stronger each day we spent together. Once our hearts began to match rhythms, I was absolutely certain we were bonding, certain we were meant to complete one another. But because you’re Terran—I had no clue if we’d mark.”
When the silence had drawn out for too long, Susa asked, “Damon, are you upset? I love you more than my life. If I’ve hurt you, I’ll die inside. Please—”
He silenced her by kissing her. Hungrily. His mental walls dropped. His emotions flooded across their bond—joy, wonder, love. Most of all, love.
Thank the One. Tears of relief streaked down her face as she returned his kiss, holding onto his shoulders as if her life depended on it.
When he broke the kiss, she murmured in protest, following his mouth with hers. He pulled his head back and thumbed away the tears on her face. “Shh, love. It’s okay. I understand. I’m not mad.”
Susa blinked the wetness from her eyes and looked at her gemat.
Damon’s lips had twisted into a wicked smile. His eyes glittered with devilment. He took one of her hands in his and moved it down to her lower abdomen. “Does this make you as hot as you made me?” Guiding her finger, he had her trace her mark.
Her initial response was a low, drawn out moan. “Yes. It makes me hotter than I already was. Upon waking, my pussy was ready for your cock. When I touched your mark, I became even hungrier for you. What arouses one mate, arouses the other.”
He released her hand and used his finger to assert more pressure as he followed the swirling colors of her marking. She inhaled sharply and arched her back, thrusting her lower body into his touch.
“Fuck, love. I’m going to have a fun with this.” He licked one of his fingers and then stroked her mark once again.
His touch sizzled just as hers had earlier, sending a lightning flash of heat and electricity directly to her clit.
Her breath caught and turned into a moan as he cupped a breast and thumbed the nipple while teasing her mark.
“We’ll need each other a lot over the next few months,” she explained, her breathing erratic with the storm of sensations skating across her body. “For years to come, we’ll require a lot of sex. The drive to procreate has always been strong in the Prime.”
Only the loss of women and young girls through constant war and raiding by the Antareans—and Tenar Caradoc’s evil plot to destroy the fertility of the remaining female population—had proved a deterrent to more Prime babies. But all that had changed now.
“Lucky us.” Damon fully covered her mark with his palm, then took her mouth and plundered. He claimed her mouth like a rim-running pirate going after treasure. Muttering against her lips, “I still don’t understand how it happened. I’m not Prime.”
She nestled her head on his shoulder and was drawn to cover his mark just as he did hers. No teasing this time, just skin-to-skin warmth. It was comforting while still acknowledging their need for one another.
“There have been several instances of a true mating between non-Prime women and Prime males, but I suspect we’re the first Prime female/non-Prime male bonding.”
He narrowed his eyes, a frown in their depths. “Did you already contact my sister?” He slid his hand to her wet folds, gathered moisture, and then teased her swollen clit with a single finger.
Biting her lip against the intense feelings his finger wrought, she moaned. “Damon, I can’t think when you do that.”
“You aren’t supposed to be able to think if I’m doing it right.” He kissed her temple as he moved his hand from her clit to pet her hip in a soothing fashion.
“You always do it right.” She nuzzled his throat.
He chuckled. “Good to know. Now, answer my question.” He pinched her bottom. His voice turned stern. “Did my sister know about us before I did?”
“No …well … yes … sort of.” Was he angry?
Susa touched his aura, but his feelings were behind the mental wall again. Even the bond-mate connection couldn’t penetrate it—yet. He’d have to let it down sooner or later just in order to sense her feelings. His instincts wouldn’t let him remain closed to her for very long.
Damon gave her ass a quick swat. “Explain sort of.”
Susa winced, then moaned as the sharp slap of pain turned to warmth and pleasure. “I sent her a message right after I suspected we might be mating. I wasn’t sure, so I asked her if what I was feeling was even possible.”
She rubbed her cheek over his chest in a silent plea for understanding. “I didn’t want to tell you if it was nothing. But Bria never got back to me, and now it’s moot.” She peeked at him through her lashes. “Damon, are you mad at me?” Do you still love me?
“I love you. I understand you were conflicted.” He tipped up her chin. “No more secrets, love. Anything bothering you, I want to know about it immediately. I need your complete trust and honesty. I will do the same for you. We’re partners besides being mates.”
Susa sighed with relief. Prime mates were always partners; that concept was the underlying strength of the bond. She nodded. “I promise. I do trust you. I love you even more.”
Damon brushed a kiss over her lips. “As for Bria?” he said. “If she doesn’t get back to you first, she can wait to hear our news until after we reach the station.” He touched his forehead to hers. “Knowing my sister, she’d stalk us until she could get all her blood and whatever samples. We don’t need that kind of interruption during what I now consider our honeymoon cruise.”
“Yes, Damon.” Susa traced his mouth with little licks of her tongue.
He growled and tangled his tongue with hers, then took control. He kissed her until she didn’t know which way was up.
When he finally allowed her to come up for air, she buried her face against his neck. “Thank you for understanding,” she whispered against his skin.
“Susa, I love you—like you, I felt it almost instantly—but if I have to, I’ll tell you until you believe it. Being your gemat is an extra gift, one I treasure. Don’t you feel the same?”
Did she hear uncertainty in his voice? Unacceptable.
“Damon, loving you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” She placed nibbling kisses along the pulse beating in his neck. His heart responded by beating faster. “Sharing the deeper connection of a Prime mate-bond is even more wonderful. You’re more than a gift to me—you’re my miracle.”
“I’ve never been anyone’s miracle before. I think I like it.” He smiled. “Now, I plan on making love to you.”
As he proceeded to kiss her and turn her brain to mush, he managed to pull her fully on top of him, his cock aligned perfectly between her slippery, wet folds. He broke away from making love to her mouth only long enough to order, “Put me in, Angel, and hold on.”
Susa had barely managed to position the head of his cock inside her slit and grasp his shoulders when he moved his hands to her ass and fully seated his cock inside her.
He controlled the movement of her body with his hands and began a steady stroking rhythm. With each powerful, upward thrust, his pubic bone hit her clit in just the right spot. As he slid out, the thickness of his shaft excited every nerve ending in her vaginal channel. Every motion, every brush of his body against hers, every touch of his lips anywhere, built her sexual tension at a rate she’d never experienced before. Was the extra-sensitivity from the stimulation of their marks?
Whatever it was, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the conflagration.
“Damon?” Her voice was high, thready, unrecognizable. “I’m going to come. Soon.”
“Fuck, yeah, love. Come. I’m right there with you.” He massaged her bottom. “Ride me. Take what you need.”
Floating on a cloud of pure sensation, she wasn’t sur
e she could lift a finger, let alone take control of their pleasure. All she could do was hold on and gasp for breath when she wasn’t grunting from the powerful impact of his hips meeting hers. “I need—you. Help me?”
“I’ve got you, love. Rest against me.” Damon pulled her to meet his mouth and gave her a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss that mimicked the action of his cock as he moved her hips for both their pleasure.
As Susa’s peak approached, the mind-spirit-body connection took over. Now, Damon’s escalating pleasure fed hers—as hers did his—in an infinite loop of pure ecstasy. Pre-orgasmic ripples traveled over her body into the very core of her being, then traveled across their connection into him.
Her orgasm swept over her and her soul took flight. Her screams of completion echoed in her ears as Damon took them into his mouth. He was her rock, her anchor, as she succumbed to the maelstrom of feelings.
As much pleasure as she felt, something was lacking. As her orgasm ebbed and reason returned, she realized he’d held back his orgasm. She touched his mind with hers, urged with every bit of her empathic sense for him to let go.
He broke their kiss. “I … I…” He shook his head and held her more tightly against him. His hips moved now in a slower motion that served to build the need to come once again. “Too much feeling. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t.” She found the strength to stroke his hair with trembling fingers. “Let go, my gemat. Please. I need you so.” She moved her head and traced his mark with her tongue.
Damon’s cheeks flushed deep red. His eyes grew smoky with passion. Anchoring her tightly to his chest, he rolled them over, reversing their positions.
She was now surrounded, sheltered, and dominated by his body. His cock still lodged deeply inside her. And the abrupt change in positions had set off another orgasm.
Damon held her, muttering praise and love against her ear, as she shuddered and moaned her pleasure against his throat. When she finally rested quietly beneath him, he nuzzled her temple. The gentle touch was at odds with the urgent needs crashing through his mind and body, sweeping across their mate-bond, and stirring her need to come once more.
Before she could beg him to take his pleasure, to travel with her to the plane where their souls danced, Damon sat up and back onto his knees. He pulled her upright with him. His cock throbbed and thickened inside her.
Again, the abrupt movement sent rivulets of pleasure through her. She clutched at his shoulders with shaking fingers and threw her head back and moaned, “Diew.”
“Fuck … love. Legs around my hips. Now.” His words were gritted out through clenched teeth.
The stress of holding back his orgasm had tightened every muscle in his body. His aura was a mass of hunger, need, and—worry he’d hurt her.
Susa wrapped him in her arms and legs. “Please, lubho. You can’t hurt me. Touch my mind. Feel the strength of my need for you.”
His empathic touch was a tentative brush across the golden thread connecting them.
Awe replaced concern, and he finally let go. This time, when she climaxed, he joined her. Their souls danced on the alternate plane just as they had when they first completed the mate-bond and every time thereafter.
Held safely within Damon’s loving embrace, the mind-bending pleasure Susa had experienced mere moments ago was surpassed by the sheer ecstasy she now shared with her gemat.
Damon cuddled a limp Susa. “Angel, you awake?”
“I think so.” She opened her eyes and blinked sleepily. “I wasn’t sure I’d make it back into my body.”
“Does that out-of-body thing happen every time?” He idly stroked her lushly curved hip.
“Seems so. The first time was part of the completion of the mind-spirit-body trinity of the mate-bond. I’d heard rumors about bonded couples connecting on the spiritual plane during intense lovemaking. It has to be an offshoot of the stronger empathic connection created by the mate-bond. I guess we’ve proved those stories true.”
Her lips twisted into a smile as she placed her hand over his currently quiescent mark. “I can testify that our lovemaking is very intense.”
The warmth of her palm, the small tingle of the electricity he felt whenever she touched him, stimulated his mark. And just that quickly, his cock jerked into a semi-erect state.
“You’re playing with fire there, love. I don’t want to make you sorer.”
“I mentioned the solution for that.” She snuggled into his body. “Does the idea of soothing my soreness with your saliva bother you?”
“Not at all. If you recall, I told you last night—and demonstrated—I could eat your pussy for hours. The soreness issue just became moot, I take it?”
“It did. Could we take a shower first?” She traced a line from one of his nipples to the other with her tongue.
His cock jerked as if to demand immediate attention. Well, he could handle her request and his needs easily enough. “Good idea. Shower sex is exactly what’s needed.”
Damon rose, scooped her into his arms, and held her high against his chest. His cock was so erect now the head teased her bottom as he walked into the luxurious bathroom. Placing her on the heated bench seat in the huge shower, he then turned on the multiple shower heads.
“Make me harder, love.” He stood before her his cock twitching, seeking as if it knew its mate was just centimeters away.
Susa gave him a heated look from glittering golden eyes and then took his cock into her mouth in one swift motion. She gripped the shaft in one hand and cuddled his balls in the other. As she suckled him with slow deliberation, she never took her now smoky amber gaze off him.
“Fuck, love. That feels so damn good.” He braced himself with one hand on the tiled shower wall. His other hand tangled in her hair, guiding her head, controlling the pace. “Put your hands down, love. I’m going to fuck your mouth. Hold onto my hips.”
Her gaze fixed on his face; she moved her hands to his hips and gave them a little squeeze.
“Thank you, love.” Using his grip on her hair, Damon held her head steady and took her mouth. He kept his thrusts shallow, at first, but when she dug her fingers into his hips and urged him on, he went deeper. When his balls tightened to the point of no return, he let go. Roaring his release to the ceiling, he shot his cum down Susa’s throat.
As earlier, his soul left his body seeking Susa’s in the spiritual realm. Even though she wasn’t with him, he still saw the golden bond tying them together; it threw off sparks. He sensed she shared in his pleasure, but it wasn’t the same as being in that place with her, entwining their spirits in a dance of pure love.
Susa’s rekindled desire shimmered across the bond. Apparently, the Prime mate-bond was symbiotic—they fed off each other’s sexual desire and pleasure.
As his cock went soft, he pulled out of her mouth.
Susa hummed and licked his cum off her lips. Her gaze glittered fiercely. His cock went hard at the look in her eyes. She wanted him.
“This mating stuff might just kill us.” She laughed.
He eyed her position. It would work for what he had in mind. Casting a warning glance, he said. “Stay.”
With a smoldering look aimed at his jutting erection, she licked her lips. “Yes, my virile gemat.”
“Damn, I love you.” Damon went to his knees, spread her thighs open, and proceeded to make love to her pussy with his mouth and tongue. He took her over twice. Her screams echoed off the tiled walls.
And with absolutely no other stimulation to his body, her climaxes sparked a small climax of his own each time she came.
This Prime mating shit was damn sexy.
He inhaled her scent. His seemingly insatiable cock twitched with eagerness as if saying “I can go again.” And, against all rational thinking, he was absolutely certain he could go again.
The Prime DNA must be strong in him.
“Damon?” Susa gave him a dreamy-eyed look. Her voice was sex personified, a low purr that arrowed straight to his o
nce again hard-as-a-rock dick. Her feelings of pleased satiation lazily twined around his empathic senses like a cat winding its way around and between a favored human’s legs.
He grinned. He loved the sight of her limp with the satisfaction he gave her.
“Yes, Angel?” Damon stood and filled his palm with the lolly flower shower gel from the wall dispenser and cleaned her body with long, firm strokes. He paid specific attention to her breasts and pussy.
Susa’s low moan and full body shiver made him smile.
“I’m hungry.” She nuzzled his abdomen as he bent over her and cleaned her back. “For food.”
Damon pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind her ear he’d discovered during the long night of lovemaking. “Then we’ll eat after we’re clean.” He pulled her up and placed her under the multiple shower heads to rinse away the soap, then he washed her hair.
After she washed him, they stepped out and dried each other.
Joining her in front of the double vanity, he took the comb from her. “Let me.” He untangled her hair until it flowed over her shoulders and down her back in a blue-black silken stream.
She was the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, and she belonged to him. He had to be the luckiest man alive.
Geep. Geep.
The sound came from around their feet. Damon looked down and found Geep. The Ragbag eyed their nakedness and showed his teeth in a grin that would be called a smirk on a hominid.
“You’re back.” Damon gave the little furball a stern look and directed his words on a single path to the Ragbag. Do not embarrass Susa.
Would never. Geep rubbed against Susa’s legs and gave her a wide-eyed, beseeching look.
Susa hungry? Geep included Susa in the conversation this time. The little furball then made exaggerated sniffing-like noises. My humans like each other many times. Washing does no good.
Damon snorted even as Susa laughed.
Fuck, even her laughter made his cock hard.
She brushed a hand over his shaft, obviously uncaring that the Ragbag blinked his purple eyes and looked amused. “Geep and I are hungry, lubho.”
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