Ascension Saga (Interstellar Brides): Book 4

My cock hadn’t flagged. It was still just as hard as the first moment it awakened. I’d come and come hard, but it wasn’t done. Just looking down at Faith, seeing her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her nipples softening into plump pink tips, her legs parted casually to fit my body… it was enough to make me crazed to lean down and kiss her, tease her, touch her, make her needy. And do it all again. But feeling her pussy, all rosy and swollen, my seed slipping from her delicate folds, had my need rushing back with all the intensity of a no-longer-a-virgin male.

“I want you again.” Her husky voice went straight to my cock and the self-satisfied bastard pulsed into instant iron, so hard I clenched my jaw on a sharp intake of breath.

It hurt. I wanted her so fucking badly that I was in pain. I never knew it would be like this. To feel so amazingly good. That the top of my head felt like it was going to blow off; that when I came, I thought I’d gone blind. That my balls would ache with a desperation I’d never imagined. I had one focus and one focus only.

Fuck.

Shifting my hips, I pulled out of her body, leaving her with just the head of my hard cock inside her. She moaned, locked her ankles around my thighs, tried to lift her hips up off the bed, impale herself.

I held her down. “I’ll fuck you, mate. I’ll fuck you until you’re used up, until you can’t move, until the need you feel is sated.”

“Gaaawd, yes.” She wrapped her hands in my hair and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me like she’d never get enough.

Goddess help me, she was going to kill me. I’d never be able to deny her. Never.

But she mustn’t know that. Not yet.

Pushing into her, I felt her body open up, take all of me. She groaned as I bottomed out inside her. Cried out when I pulled back once more.

“But you’re going to give me answers.” I thrust hard, deep, much faster than I had the first time and she arched up off the bed, panting. I could give my body what it needed—and hers—as I interrogated her.

“I can’t.” She rubbed against me like a wild pet, eager to be touched. “Too dangerous.”

Fuck. Was she protecting me? That didn’t make sense. It was my job as her mate to protect her. But my body didn’t care about semantics right now, neither did my cock, pulsing inside her, growing even larger, swelling with the need to come again.

She felt it, she must have, for she tossed her head back on the bed, exposed her neck to me in a long, delicate line. She had no idea how much trust was in that simple gesture, but I did. And so did the instinct raging in me to claim her, tame her, make sure she stayed with me forever.

I lowered my lips to the soft, exposed skin and nibbled, kissed, suckled, leaving my mark on her there as I thrust in and out of her hot, wet pussy. She offered and I took it all, every moan, every whimper, every sound she made was mine.

The heat between us rose once more and my dominant, male energy responded, covering her with heat, energy, the life force she needed to take in and be whole.

The sensation of flowing into her was terrifying and thrilling all at once. I couldn’t stop it. She could drain me dry, and I’d give her everything I had without thinking twice.

That was the terrifying part. I knew nothing about her but her name. No history. No surname. I didn’t know where she was from, how old she was, if she was alone in the world or was already promised to another. Why she’d been in my mother’s bedroom. Why she thought talking to me was dangerous.

Nothing. I knew nothing.

No. Not nothing. I knew her pussy was hot. Wet. Swollen. I knew her skin tasted like heaven on my tongue, so soft it would put the petals of the Aleran flower to shame. I knew the wild, needy sounds she made as I fucked her drove all rational thought from my mind. I knew I’d die, if I had to, to fill her up. To ease her Ardor. To make her mine.

Insanity was too mild a word. This was obsession.

Males had been doing this for females in Ardor for thousands of years, so I wasn’t worried that her Ardor would actually kill me.

But goddess, the pleasure might. A virgin fucking the need out of her. Laughable. But my cock was up for the task.

I’d been told it would take a while for my need for my mate to settle, for my body to be assuaged enough, to know that she was truly mine forever. Good thing I told Lord Wyse I’d have her in bed for a week. I’d spoken then with the need to fuck, but now, with that first time out of the way and my body even more inflamed that it had been before, I spoke from surety.

Faith wasn’t going to be more than a few steps away from me anytime soon. I’d have to feed her. Bathe her. Take care of her body so she could take what she needed from me.

She had the Ardor. How a woman so advanced in age could just now be coming into her body’s need, I had no explanation for. If I had to guess, I would say she was in her mid-twenties. A good five to seven years after most Aleran females suffered the Ardor.

But thank the goddess she’d saved all that delirious need for me. I’d felt the drain of energy, the heat pulsing between us as my body did what it was made to do—give her what she needed. My life force filled her, made her strong. Whole. Mine.

An Ardor only came once, and I was ridiculously pleased tha

t no other male would ever know what it felt like to give himself to her in that way. Not just the seed from my body, but my true self. It felt like I was giving her part of my soul.

She was my mate. My body knew it. After this? Keeping my head on straight was going to be a very serious problem.