that she belonged to me. That she was mine, body and soul. A Bride’s testing wasn’t necessary to know this. We didn’t have marked palms like Everians. I didn’t have seed power like the Viken males. Fark, I was proud I didn’t need it to satisfy my mate.
When she practically ripped my hair out as she came, her desire coating my mouth, my chin, my happiness was this. Her.
Us.
When her knees gave out, I collected her into my arms, lifted and carried her to the bed. I sat on the edge, held her on my lap.
“Gara, it is time to make you truly mine,” I murmured.
“We’ve already had sex,” she replied, nuzzling her face into my chest.
Setting her before me on her feet, I held my hands on her hips, the dress falling back down around her ankles. I was eye level with her breasts, her nipples with the little rings and chain clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
From my shirt pocket, I pulled out the family medallion. It had heft, but not enough to be painful for her as it would soon hang permanently from the chain between the rings.
“Mated Trion females are adorned. I’ve mentioned this before, but it has never been the right time. Now, it is.” I held the medallion between two fingers, so she could see it. “This is my family crest. It would make me proud if you wore it.”
“Where?” she asked, her voice skeptical.
With one slow finger, I slid the strap of her dress off one shoulder then did the same with the other, so they were caught in the crook of her elbows. Her breasts were bare. Perfect. The pink nipples hardening as I watched.
Leaning forward, I licked one, flicked the hoop with my tongue. “Here.” I moved to the other nipple, gave it equal attention. “And here.” The chain swung slightly from the action.
She gasped but remained silent. “I will add jewels to the rings. Matching ones to this little Earth adornment.” I nudged the piercing in her navel. I glanced up at her. “I want to add a ring to your clit, bejewel it.”
She squirmed at my words. The idea of it made her hot. The reality of it would make her even hotter.
“Yes. Now. Please.”
My eyes widened in surprise. I was expecting her to argue, to offer up some kind of rebellion for the submission that wearing my adornments would permanently bring.
Her arms straightened by her sides, the dress sliding silently down her body to pool around her ankles. Her hands went to her pussy, her fingers bracketing her hardened clit. It poked out at me, swollen and eager for more attention. “Do it. God, the idea of a ring here makes me want to come again. I had no idea it would, but I want it with you.”
I had to know the reasons for her interest in it. She was aroused now, and I would not have her decision based on swirling desire. She needed to be clear headed enough to understand what it meant.
“Why?” I asked.
She arched a pale brow. “Because I love you, you idiot. I want to be yours. Permanently. I tested to Trion for a reason. I will submit but only to you. I’m proud to be yours. I want you to see my body and know it belongs to you.”
She’d said so much, but I was snagged on three specific words. “You love me?”
Rolling her eyes, she laughed. “Yes. I have no idea why since you’re such a stubborn, bossy—”
I didn’t let her say more only pulled her in for a kiss. She loved me!
I claimed her with my mouth, reveling in the feel of her in my arms, in the knowledge that she was mine, not just in body, but heart and soul.
“I love you, Zara,” I clarified.
“It’s gara,” she countered, completely at odds with every stubborn rebuttal she’d ever made.
I couldn’t help but grin. “That’s right, you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“And you want my adornments? Even a clit ring? There will be no question you belong to me.”
“Who’s going to see my clit?” she wondered.
“Me,” I growled. A traditional Trion custom was to have a claiming witnessed by others.
That wasn’t going to happen with us. No chance. Zara was mine and only mine.
“Still… I… I want it. For you.”
I loved those words from her lips, but they weren’t completely accurate.
“You have to want it for you. To see it. Feel it and know you are loved, that you belong to someone. That I belong