Sinth Salvation - Pearl Tate Page 0,34
and funny, and if you ask Julia, charming, too.
But from the instant I met Lilibeth, looking past all the physical attraction—she’s shown nothing but disdain. Slowly, over the last day, as I’ve continued to be honest and even saved her life, she’s mellowed. Of course, I understand her better now too. For whatever reason, she feels an obligation toward Eva. The way it comes across is almost motherly.
Nothing could be more attractive to me. She’s perfect in every way. I want her to be the mother of my children.
But I almost lost her! If those female Taxin had surrounded her like they were planning, they could have stripped the skin from her bones in seconds. It was a serious feeding frenzy happening in the water.
Even now, there’s a possibility of her getting sick. I know from what I’ve learned that phasing should heal her. But immediately? And is it just phasing, or is mating necessary too?
Mavin was able to heal the Earth female trapped on Teleplay when he discovered her, but Mavin isn’t sure whether it was phasing Amy into his dimension that healed her or whether it was the mating. All our matings include blood sharing. Giving and taking of our life force. I’ve no idea if that played into Amy’s healing too.
If I can’t talk Lilibeth into mating now, I’ll need to try and at least convince her to go in for testing with the Ashen. The Ashen aliens are the most advanced aliens in this zone of the universe. They’re working with Amy to confirm she’s no longer contagious, and they’re attempting an antidote utilizing her blood. I just can’t lose Lilibeth …
But then she starts pulling off her clothing. Not to torture me, but because she wants me. I can smell her enticing arousal in the air in the steam around us, and I’m instantly hard despite the terrible circumstances and despite not knowing how many Taxin females are infected. The entire world can go to hell at this moment. I just want Lilibeth.
She’s clearly come to a decision in the next few moments. Aggressively reaching for me, she begins massaging my balls, and I almost drop to my knees as she fingers them in a way that has me leaking profusely, ready to explode at any moment. Her own wet excitement coats my fingers as we begin to kiss, and I feel myself losing control.
I never imagined my first time with my mate would be while she’s injured and we’re in the shower. But when Lilibeth demands, “Fuck me, Nikon. Right here. Right now.” I can’t stop the growl of excitement that tears from my throat.
Cupping her ass as she wraps her legs around me, I take a step forward until her back is pressed against the wall. Tilting my hips, I lift her higher and feel myself rubbing against her cleft. Sinking an inch into her depths, I stare into her face now level with mine.
Eyes wide, Lilibeth is biting her lip, the plush bottom is indented by her top teeth as she hisses slightly from the stretch of me penetrating her. “Say you’re mine, Lilibeth.”
Despite the seriousness, if she’s not willing to commit totally to our mating, I don’t want to pressure her. Surely there’s some way we can slow the progress of the Wen virus long enough for her to come to terms with the changing circumstances. The last thing I want is for her to feel forced despite her current aggressiveness.
Lilibeth’s eyes close for a moment as she inhales deeply, and I remain frozen while she squirms slightly in my cupped hands. Her legs around my waist pull at my lower back as she arches, trying to impale herself more firmly on me. Her blue gaze locks on to mine as her lids flutter wide, and I groan as she licks her lips. I want to taste them again, but I wait, frozen, for the commitment I so desperately need.
Mine. Forever.
“I’m yours, Nikon.” Her hands at the back of my neck tug my face forward, and our lips crash together. I push forward as my tongue meets hers, and she moans into my mouth. She’s so wet, and I push in deeper, slowly since I still don’t want to hurt her.
Rocking out and pushing forward again, she squirms and bucks against me, sliding her breasts against my chest and crying out, breaking our kiss. Throwing her head back, she cries, “Yes!”
I’m so thankful she’s as turned on as I am because,