His to Claim: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance - Taylor Vaughn Page 0,63

I will not let you arrive. Not until you say the words. Not until you submit.”

So, there it is, I think, my heart shriveling up at his cruel words. There’s what he really thinks of me. I truly am just a womb to him. Our agreement, the way he treated me before he left, so much playacting.

A new cynical plan replaces the hopeful one I’d been making before his ship landed. And it feels like something inside of me is dying as I tonelessly say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything, my Kel.”

Giving him what I vowed I wouldn’t. What he wants.

He stills. As if in complete shock. Probably because he was expecting more fight from me. But I have none left to give.

The pause is almost laughably short.

Just a moment after realizing he’s truly broken me, he flips me onto my knees and starts pushing into me with the deep rolling strokes I remember. The kind that hit my clit on the up and my g-spot on the down.

“Never do that again, k’vani,” he hisses in my ear. “You are mine. You will remember that from now on and you will never again defy me.”

I nearly black out, the orgasm hits me so hard. Wild pulsing sensation fills my mind and body, as I finally tumble over the edge.

16

D’Rek

It takes only an hour more before the berries wear off. I spend that time lapping at my k’vani, fucking her as soon as she asks. Rewarding her for finally proving that she can bend to my will.

When she falls asleep shortly after I’ve mounted her a third time, I have L’Than removed from the room. I had nearly forgotten him as I took care of Ki’Ra’s needs…my needs. In truth as cruel as I’d forced myself to be with her, I missed her sweet hot and had relished being inside of her again.

However, with L’Than’s departure, my anger melted away. I even decide against killing the hybrid as I originally intended. There is some chance that his relatively young age combined with growing up a treasured son in one of our most powerful merchant bloodlines, had left him with some confusion in regard to the restrictions around speaking to another male’s mate. Or a female toward whom one has no intentions.

He most certainly understands now. Perhaps I will close the gardens, I think, as I take the immobilization cuffs off of Ki’Ra and draw her sleeping body into my arms.

We were in a time of jovial peace and many Xalthurian males had started flouting our gendered fraternization laws, since the end of the war.

But L’Than’s punishment along with the closing of the public gardens for a time will serve to warn any male who would think to do the same as he. In fact, I doubt the hybrid or any other who hears - the sure to be widely shared story of his punishment will ever go near an unmated female again.

Yes, everyone has learned their lesson, I conclude magnanimously after his removal.

I fall asleep with a new sense of tranquility, almost grateful for the unthinkably stupid thing Ki’Ra did. For it means she will become more amenable in the future. Perhaps my wild little k’vani can be trained after all.

Or perhaps not.

When I wake up the following morn, there is naught but cold, empty space where her body should be. She is gone. Again.

Panic seizes my chest as I sit up abruptly, throwing back the covers so that I might once again give chase. But then I calm, remembering that I had my suite recoded, so that she could not leave these rooms without my express voice permission—which she most certainly did not have.

This means she should still be here. Possibly in the facilities, relaxing her body in my soothing tub as I have often encouraged her to do after our long mating sessions. And, last night’s session had been particularly intense.

Carnal memories flood my mind…. How she begged me to fuck her, how my blue seed had looked upon her beautiful brown skin…. The unexpected twist of her apology and respectful use of my title, just as I was thinking of ways to ramp our punishment up to the next level.

My k’vani is a stubborn one. I have known this since the moment I met her upon that New Terrhan cliff, daring to defy me, though I held her fragile hu’man neck in my hand. So, to hear those words...

I harden all over again, remembering how tightly her