time. I ate at her, nipping slightly and swirling the balls pierced into my tongue around her sensitive flesh. Her heels dug into my back and her body shook as I pleasured her with my mouth.
I wanted to spear her with my cock, so I concentrated on her hard bud, sucking hard until she came with a trembling cry. I rose above my mate, licking her juices off my lips and chin before placing the tip of my cock at her entrance and surging inside.
Her neck arched and she hissed out a “yessssss,” as I plunged into her, a knee on the bed so I stroked her at the perfect angle, the one I’d perfected after getting to know her body so well.
She clung to my shoulders, eyes staring into mine, body jolted with each of my thrusts. I pounded her sweet body, wishing I could tell her how much she meant to me, how I’d kill for her and die for her. That she was the reason I remembered my own flecking name.
But I couldn’t. All I could do was grab her palm and place it around my throat. Her eyes widened as I chanted her name with each rut of my hips. “Merr. Anda. Merr. Anda. Merr. Anda.”
She blinked rapidly, and her lips parted. I kissed her, pouring everything I had into that kiss just as I came, releasing myself into her. My arms shook, and I fell to the side of her, keeping us connected as I liked to do, as she panted beside me.
Her palm remained on my throat. “Merr. Anda.” I whispered.
A single tear slid down the side of her face, and I licked it away.
Ten
Miranda
I loved him. Which was a total mindfuck. I went from Independent Woman to Devoted Mate in a matter of weeks. In the back of my mind, I had to admit to myself I’d thought the other women emotionally weaker for falling for these big blue guys. Despite the whole mate and loks thing, I figured they still just went along with it when I would have fought it.
And now look at me. Not fighting it at all. Hell, I would fight this whole clavas for Drak, and that terrified me. What if they refused to accept him? What would I do? I loved my girls, but I also couldn’t imagine being without Drak. He was the reason I felt I could win a hypothetical Survivor: Planet Torin television series. In the past, I’d either dated men who wanted to dominate me or who wanted me to be their second mom. I was never about any of that.
But Drak was my partner. My teammate. He lay beside me with his violet eyes swirling and my palm tingling from the rasp of my name on his tongue. I believed in my heart he was good. I would get to the bottom of why he was sent away and use every single courtroom skill I had to convince Daz to let Drak stay.
No one on this planet had met Miranda Glennon, defense attorney for the prestigious Michaels and Paulson law firm, but they were about to.
Silence was our norm, but now he could understand me, I found myself wanting to fill the silence. So, I did. I told him about how I was taken from Earth by the Rahguls and plopped on this planet like livestock. I explained how Daz and his males had been supposed to deliver us to the Uldani in exchange for Sax, who they had imprisoned. But Daz had no intention of ever handing us over to the Uldani. Sax ended up getting free on his own with Val, and we’d been living in these walls ever since.
“I went out with Gar and another male to learn some hunting techniques. We got separated and that was when the Kulks grabbed me. And you rescued me.”
He tried to say a word, his neck strained, and he grew frustrated when no sound came out. I wasn’t a lip reader, but I tried. “Are you saying safe?”
He nodded, then pointed at me, and the floor of the hut. He licked his lips and tried again. “Merr-anda. Safe. Here.” His last word was a toneless rasp. I jerked upright and placed my hand over my throat. “Your words! Does it hurt to speak? You don’t have to. We did fine before.”
He swallowed and rolled his jaw. Then he gave me a sharp nod.
“Don’t push it,” I said. “If you want to talk,