Simin had never heard those Nierran words side by side, but he knew them from study and playful banter.
Roaring on the end of another almost brutal climax, lips pulled back from his teeth.
“You won’t hurt me.”
Let her believe that if she would. Once he’d worked this pretty female into the ultimate frenzy, he’d rip a hole into her very soul and tie them together. She would never be able to hide from his power, his influence, or his lust.
He would own her.
Just as much as she would own him.
“You love me.”
Powers that be, he did! The sweet smelling feral bearing all his punishing weight was the reason he breathed. High on the very feel of her, Simin rocked their bodies and ground her down against saturated cushions.
Looking down to black eyes shining with love as if she’d understood his words, Simin snarled, “Never doubt it, kor’yr. I love you down to the makings of our shared soul.”
She did not smell of fear, nor did her voice shake with indecision. A clever tongue formed her first demand in his language. “Again.”
Forever.
He would gladly fuck her until time itself ended.
Chapter 23
In his eyes, his kor’yr was flawless in her heat. In two days, Simin taught his estrous-high mate how to beg for filthy things in his language, rewarding the insatiable sexual deviant with long laps of his tongue on her leaking cunt—with or without her compliance.
What her body craved was seed: flooding her womb, massaged into her skin, and poured down her throat when she’d grown hoarse from crying out his name. But what her spirit craved was intimacy; best fulfilled with hours of delicate attention to the flesh swollen with need.
She might not always want it, but it was the only way to coax his feral darling to rest.
Legs pinned open, pretty pink pussy dripping with their mutual pleasure just for him to devour, Simin spoiled her. And while he serviced her clit with practiced swipes of his tongue, he would rub the dripping remnants of his spend into sweet hips that would ache when the pain-blinding chemicals of estrous faded.
Already she was bruised. Thinner from two days with nothing in her belly but slick-laced come. When her heat was finally broken, his Morgaine would require days of gentle care and the loving purr of a mate who would lay down his life for her.
He’d never desired to tend a female after the sexual high had faded. All the others had been sent back to Omega Sector to be tended by their own kind.
Some had begged for more, crushed that he had not been tempted to claim them in the heat of the moment. But how could he? Simin had known his kor’yr waited.
And here she was, arching up under him and riding his cock like a fucking goddess.
How he loved her.
The pinnacle of his rut and her heat was on the horizon, the moment where he could set his teeth to her flesh and bite down for more than just stinging pleasure. Already he felt his soul swishing through his physical form, as if ready to reach out and brush its other half.
He wanted her first estrous, their bonding estrous, to be perfect.
The choice of where to bite…
When an Omega was pair-bonded by force, the mark was often in the shoulder. It was an easy place to reach when knotted and pinning a struggling woman. The arm was considered inelegant, used by sloppy Alphas desperate to seal the connection when a flailing Omega could not be properly subdued. Simin wanted something more for Morgaine.
He wanted to scar her in a place she could be proud of.
Taking her hips in hand, Simin rolled to his back and set the woman stuffed full of his cock into a position they had yet to explore.
Pupils blown, the Omega blinked down at his supine body and frowned. Hands planted on his abs, she seemed unhappy with this change of circumstance, until she slid forward and the edge of his cock hit a place in her only available from this angle.
An animal grunt, and she fearlessly tossed back wild, golden locks and rode him with abandon.