I can resist her no longer. I snatch her wrist from the air, tugging her under the water with me. Ni-Kee lets out a delightful squeal, and I chuckle into her hair.
“I am sorry that you did not like my surprise. I was only trying to take care of things while you did. I thought you would like to meet my mother.” I press a long kiss to her temple.
“I understand, I do.”
“Next time, I will tell you, yes? And you will tell me what you plan, as well.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling up at me. Water beads on her nose and eyelashes, and I kiss them, too.
“My dress is getting all wet,” she says.
“That is what happens when you stand under water,” I tell her. My hands grip her waist, and I move them slowly up her sides. The water makes the already thin fabric cling to her curves, her nipples tight on the heavy curve of her breasts. I run the pads of my thumbs over them.
She shudders against my touch, letting out a low moan that my body immediately responds to.
“Are you wet here?” I ask her, palming her breasts until she makes the same delicious noise.
“Yes,” she murmurs, her eyes heating.
“We should take this dress off then, yes?” I pull the cleverly tied strap from around her waist, then tug it forward, revealing her breasts.
A feral growl rips from my throat, and I can contain myself no longer. The rest of the dress falls away with one slash of my talons.
Ni-Kee’s breath catches, and the addictive fragrance of her arousal fills the air.
“I cannot get enough of you,” I tell her. “I am addicted to you. Obsessed. I crave you.”
I drop to my knees, splashing in the thin layer of water. Nudging her knees apart with my own, I grip the curve of her ass, and she groans, leaning against the wall for support.
It’s not enough.
I pull one leg over my shoulder, and then the other. Her hands curl in my hair. Her sex is fully exposed to me, glistening, glorious. I inhale, reveling in her.
“Are you wet here?” I ask, and she quivers on top of my shoulders.
“Yes,” she says, her heels digging into my back as she arches up.
“So greedy.” A throaty chuckle fans across her sex, and then I can hold back no longer.
My tongue meets her swollen, wet sex, the flavor bursting across my tongue better than anything else has ever tasted.
Ni-Kee cries out, clutching my hair, and her wild excitement sends a shiver through me.
I lick again, flicking the small nub of her pleasure with my tongue until she’s moving her hips in time with it, her breathing ragged.
“Please, please, Draz,” she whines.
But I do not let her come. Instead, I unhook her legs, sliding her down my body. She gasps, squirming against me. I suck one pink nipple into my mouth, biting just hard enough to elicit a needy groan.
“Please,” she repeats.
“What is it you want, my mate?” I want to hear her say it. I want her to tell me she needs my cock as badly as I crave her cunt.
“You, Draz, I want you inside me. Please.”
I smile at her, and then, with brutal efficiency, I line my cock up to her entrance and thrust deep.
“Yes, Draz, yes.” Her fingernails scrabble against my shoulders, her sex clenching and fluttering all around me. My xof begins to vibrate, and she cries out, her noises increasingly wild.
“More,” she says.
“More,” I agree, nipping at her ear. I back away from the wall. Gripping her hips, I raise her up, then impale her on the hard shaft of my cock. Her cunt makes delicious, wet noises, and I growl my approval, thrusting harder, faster, as her body shakes and trembles with the nearness of release.
“Mine,” I tell her. “You are mine forever, my Ni-Kee.”
She shatters at that, sobbing my name, her entire body shaking from the force of her orgasm. “Yours,” she says.
I savagely claim her mouth, still pounding into her, on the edge of release. I press my forehead to hers, staring in her eyes as I pull out and fall over the edge, my hot seed painting her breasts and stomach in white.
“I love you,” she says. “And you’re mine, too.”
“I do not know what I did right to become yours, my sweet human, but I would do it again a thousand times, for a thousand years, for just one minute of your company.”
I close my eyes, thanking the Suevan skies that my mate made her way onto my world.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
NIKI
“So, how was your day?” I ask, then laugh at the relative normalcy of that question. I never thought I’d be asking my husband that, much less my alien husband. The alien stares at me, perplexed at my laughter.
“All my days are perfect now that you are in them.” He pulls on the new pants I bought, running his palms down his thighs in appreciation. “These are nice.”
“I am glad you like them, since your money paid for them.”
“What’s mine is yours, Ni-Kee.”
“I know.” And I do, but… “It feels weird to me. To be sent off shopping, to not work. I want to be your partner. Not just… your woman, you know?”
“You want to be a warlord, yes? I spoke to the Edrobaz elders, and they all agreed to your trial.” He says it like it’s no big deal, even shrugging one massive shoulder.
“You already set it up?” My jaw drops open, and I stop wrangling the new clothing to stare at him.
“What did you think I was doing today?” He takes the top from my hands, helping me put my arms through it, wrapping it around my body. “There. Now your breasts will stop distracting me.”
“I thought maybe you went to interrogate the Roth.” My hands rest on his forearms, and I stare up into his eyes.
Draz shifts guiltily, and I brush his hair off one shoulder. “I did that, too,” he finally says.
“Why didn’t you wait for me? I would have gone with you. What he says matters to me and my people, too.” It stings, and I swallow it down, waiting. Draz has proven worthy of my trust.
“You’re right,” he says easily. “I thought time would be of the essence, however, and you were busy with your crew. You are welcome to come next time, if we try again. The Roth failed to offer up any information. We’re sending a contingent of warriors to protect the tech transport all the way to Earth.”
“Oh, wow,” I say, my eyes widening. “Do you have the people to spare?”
He runs a thumb across my cheekbone, the touch so tender that I smile at him, regardless of the seriousness of the situation. “It is not about sparing my people, but about protecting the future of both of ours.”
I lean into his touch, my eyes half closing. “My crew’s translators don’t work.”
“I heard.”
“We need to fix them.” I open my eyes fully, pinning him with a hard stare. “And we need to talk about whether or not the other warlords plan to take them from here.”
“What? What do you mean?” He looks truly dumbfounded at the notion. “Do your crew wish to leave with them? I was under the impression that no other couples had bonded.”
“No, not as far as anyone said.”
“Then why would you even ask—” He stops, staring at me with incredulity. “Your females will be easy to convince to come to Sueva, if this is how human males treat them.”
“Is that part of the plan?” I laugh, sure he’s joking. His eyebrows raise, and my laugh dies. “You want to convince more women to come here?”