The Lasaran (Aldebarian Alliance #1) - Dianne Duvall Page 0,104

Sliding her arms around his waist, she undulated her hips beneath him. “Now stop holding back. Bond with me, lifemate.”

Groaning, Taelon lowered his lips to hers and let go. This time when he nearly withdrew, he drove inside her so forcefully the bed shook. Then he did so again. And again. Needing her. Wanting her. So drekking desperate for her.

Lisa moaned and gripped him tighter, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust. Little cries of pleasure emerged from her as she slid her hands down to grab his ass and urged him on.

“So good,” he moaned against her neck.

She nodded, breath coming in gasps.

“You’re mine,” he growled, possessiveness sweeping over him.

“I’m yours,” she agreed. Then she squeezed his ass, rotated her hips, and clenched his hard cock tight with her inner muscles. “And you’re mine,” she growled back.

“Drek yes,” Taelon vowed, driving harder, deeper, as deep as he could get, grinding against her clit.

Lisa stiffened and cried out as another climax took her.

This time Taelon joined her, shouting her name as pleasure shot through him and he spilled his seed deep inside her. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Collapsing atop her, he swiftly rolled them to their sides, their bodies still joined.

Both panted, little aftershocks of pleasure rippling through them.

Lisa snuggled closer. “That was amazing.”

He nodded. Stroking her damp hair back from her pretty face, he brushed a tender kiss across her lips. “I love you, Lisa.”

She granted him a tender smile. “I love you, lifemate.”

Taelon hugged her tight. “There was something else I meant to ask you.”

Her lips twitched. “Before we got distracted?”

“Yes.” Smiling, he stroked her cheek. “I’d like to name our daughter after your mother.”

Surprise lit her pretty brown eyes. “What?”

“Marcus told me he and Ami named their daughter Adira, a short form of my mother’s name, so she would always have something from home with her. And I thought perhaps you would like to name our daughter after your mother, so you can have the same. I know you loved her. And I know you miss her.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded. “I do. I miss her every day.”

“And I regret not being able to meet her.” He kissed her. “Let’s honor her by naming our daughter after her so she can always be part of our lives.”

Lisa’s nose began to pinken as tears spilled over her lashes. “Her name was Abigail. But my dad and her friends called her Abby.”

“Then that will be our daughter’s name.”

Lisa pressed a hard kiss to his mouth, then squeezed him tight. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, dashura.” And as he held her close, Taelon knew he had never been happier or more content in his life.

Lisa’s stomach fluttered nervously as Taelon buckled her into a seat on the transport, carefully adjusting the straps so they wouldn’t disturb the baby.

She glanced down. Abby slept soundly, curled up in the sling carrier that bound her to Lisa’s front, her face the only part visible.

“Is that good?” Taelon asked quietly.

She nodded as she tried not to gawk at her surroundings. The interior of the transport was not at all what she had expected. The ceiling was white. The walls—interrupted by square windows with rounded corners—were, too. The alien equivalent of carpet covered the floor, the short nap looking so soft she wanted to kick her shoes off and feel it on her bare toes. The seats were all the palest gray, very cushy, and so comfortable she could sleep in one. There was even an L-shaped sofa that curled around a gleaming table.

It looked like something she would expect to see inside a billionaire’s private jet.

A deep chuckle drew her gaze to Taelon as he buckled himself into the seat beside her. “Not what you were expecting?”

She shook her head. “I was expecting something a little more utilitarian or militaristic.”

“This is a royal transport, so the interior is rather nicer than that of most transports. But in terms of defense, it is actually better armed than other transports, which is why Ari’k likely chose to use it.”

Marcus and Ami settled into two seats across an aisle from them. Marcus wore a sturdier baby carrier on his chest that looked more like a backpack and boasted a large pocket in front that Adira dug through, looking for toys.

Lisa returned her attention to Taelon when he took her hand. “I mean no insult when I say this, but I don’t know which is weirder: that you’re an alien