Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,19

thinking about Kora. Of course. Of course she’s going into heat. I can’t believe I didn’t realize that. Why else would she be hiding out on the damned pirate ship? Kora’s young. For all I know, this is her first heat. She must be mortified at the situation she ended up in. Poor girl.

My cock gives a little throb, and I feel the tingle of my knot wanting to form at the base. I ignore it, annoyed at myself. Kora is too young, too innocent. And if she were my Fated Mate, I would have scented it already. I need to think about something else. Something other than how badly I want to sink my cock into Kora’s young, innocent little holes and fuck her and spank her and dominate her until she’s calling me Vostra.

I resolve right then and there that I won’t punish Kora if she acts out. Not with a spanking, anyway. I can’t trust myself around her right now. I need to avoid temptation.

Of course, that creates a problem if she does act out. On a mission like this, there is zero room for disobedience. And if Kora is going into heat, disobedience is something to be expected.

The normal solution would just be to have Geddion do it. He’s a made member, too, and it would be perfectly within his right. But for reasons I can’t explain, I feel incredibly possessive of Kora. The idea of someone else being allowed to peel down her panties and discipline her makes my blood boil. No. Under no circumstances will Geddion be allowed to punish her.

I’ll just have to navigate that issue if and when I get to it. For now, I need to go jerk off and get my cock to stop aching like this. If I don’t attend to it soon, I’m worried I might release my knot in my pants right here on the bridge.

“Geddion, drop us out of hyperspace and send a message to Draga letting him know we have Kora on board.” I say, getting up from my chair. “I’m going to go lie down for a while.”

Kora

I don’t sleep a wink that night. Or whatever the fuck night is on a starship. I’m just mad and horny and my beacon won’t stop blinking and ugh. I hate it.

I’m definitely going into heat.

My pussy is throbbing, so I tear off my clothes in a frenzy. I lie naked on the bed, rubbing my aching clit, but find no satisfaction in it. I need something inside me. I try to get myself off with my fingers, but that experience isn’t much better. I need something bigger, thicker.

I need a knot.

The desire to feel a ridged, knotted cock inside me becomes overpowering, and I keep touching myself, desperate for some kind of release. But I don’t find it. After 10 more frustrating minutes, I throw my pillow across the room, angry tears pouring down my cheeks. This is unbearable. How is it possible to have such a deep, intense need and no outlet for it? Does being an adult female Voorian really mean experiencing this torture every six months? Really? It’s so unfair I want to scream.

After my failed attempt at masturbation, I turn off the lights and try to sleep. That works about as well as you would expect. My pussy is still buzzing, begging for stimulation, and my fingers keep creeping between my legs under the covers, unconsciously putting pressure on my clit to relieve some of the tension.

I don’t know how I’m going to survive another week of this. I can’t. I won’t. Something needs to change. In a fit of frustration, I take the rest of my suppressant bottle and flush the pills down the toilet. I don’t even have a good reason for doing it, I just know that I want a knot inside me, and the express goal of those pills is to prevent it. It’s not like I’m expecting any of the three men on board to be my Fated Mate, but maybe if I stop suppressing my natural female scent, it will tempt one of them to come and use me while I’m in heat.

Oh god, what’s wrong with me? Do I want one of them to come use me? The whole reason I went into seclusion was to avoid that. That’s why this was supposed to be private. That’s why there wasn’t supposed to be anyone else on the ship. This is exactly what Milana warned me