a dream-like state, he whispers one glorious word.
“Now.”
He pistons into my body as his hand loosens around my throat. I suck in a deep breath that immediately clears my blurred vision as Braxton continues to stroke me. Then once the air hits my lungs, I release it in a scream as my orgasm wrecks me. I scream until my throat is sore and until I grow hoarse. Braxton’s shout echoes in the room until there is an abrupt silence.
He lays me down on the bed and pulls me close, and I can’t do anything but tremble.
“You did it,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I knew you were strong enough to handle it.”
“You almost killed me,” I mumble. “A little warning next time.”
“Where is my courageous mate?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.
I gather my strength and give him a dirty look before letting my head fall back down.
I showed him.
Chapter 13
“Namori, wake up.”
I mumble a sound that more than displays how incoherent I am at this time, but it doesn’t stop Braxton from talking. Luckily for him, I love the sound of his voice, or else I might use my power to shut him up. Mornings should not be a thing.
Although, the feel of his lips against the side of my neck is about to change my negative opinion about mornings.
“Mm.” The noise is like a purr, and the next thing I know, I’m arching my back like I want to be petted. Actually my pussy wants to be petted. Meow.
“As much as I want to keep you in my bed,” Braxton says, “your friend is awake, and I thought you might like to speak with her.”
“Camille,” I breathe, becoming alert instantly. I roll over and look at him, a smile on my face. “This is great news.”
He freezes me with his gaze. There’s something inside it that’s shifting, altering, and I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly. His eyes are the vivid, glowing blue, but the black is slowly taking over.
“What is it?” I ask, cupping his face.
“We arrive on your planet today.”
I bite my lip in thought, still unsure of what I’m going to do.
The air around me becomes dense, making it difficult to regulate my breaths. I know that Braxton has some feelings for me because he’s made that clear with his actions since the beginning. His mating bond has been the driving force for all that, but I believe he’s starting to care for me as a person, not just experiencing attraction to my physical body or being dictated by his. However, that is not enough to build a life together.
“I’d forgotten,” I mumble. It’s the truth though. When I’m in his arms, I lose all sense of time and space because he becomes my world. It’s in those moments I think about staying with him, but they are not enough.
I am not enough.
“I’m sure your friend is eager to see you,” he says. “She is with the other human females.”
“Yeah, I should go to her.”
I drop my hand, but he snatches it and brings it to his lips. After pressing a light kiss to my knuckles, he releases me and slides from the bed. My lungs squeeze painfully at the sight of his naked body. The tattoos catch the light, reflecting it and making them look as if they are lit from within. His muscles ripple as he gets dressed, and before I know it, I’m ready to tackle him.
Instead, I turn away from the magnificent display and search for my clothes. In the middle of me shoving my arm through the designated hole of my shirt, he comes over and grips the back of my neck, tilting my head. I stare up at him, and I’m pretty sure he can see the hunger in my eyes because the way he kisses me after that is ravenous. His hold tightens, his fingers pressing against my scalp as he manipulates the angle of my head, making it so he can devour me. I return his eagerness, matching every stroke of his tongue with my own, answering each of his groans with a soft moan.
And then he pulls back so suddenly I stumble. We stare at each other, and I watch his chest heave and his nostrils flare. Instinctively I know he’s refraining from putting his hands on me because once he touches me, there will be no stopping until our cries of ecstasy fill the room.
He spins on his heel, causing