As though in answer to her unspoken need, she felt Sark’s thumb part her pussy lips and begin slipping around and around her Goddess pearl in a circular motion.
“Oh, Sark!” she gasped, speeding up her grinding as sparks of pleasure shot through her. “Oh, that feels so good!”
“Want you to feel good, baby,” he murmured, still stroking her clit as he fucked deeply into her tightly stretched pussy. “Want to make you come before I come inside you. Do you think you can do that? Think you can come for me again?”
“I…I think so,” Isla moaned, still rolling her hips as she pressed against him. “Oh Goddess, I’ll certainly try, anyway.”
“Look into my eyes,” Sark growled. Lifting her chin, he met her gaze with his own, blue-gray one and for a moment Isla thought she saw pale flames dancing there. Was his Drake involved somehow too? Was he also taking pleasure from this act?
She found she liked the idea—mainly because she liked Sark’s Drake. Though she had only met him once, he had saved her and also managed to convey deep affection for her—Isla felt the same for him.
I have to come for both of them, she thought and a rush went through her as she looked into Sark’s eyes and worked herself on his cock. Have to come hard enough that the Drake can feel it too, when my pussy clenches all around Sark’s shaft…
“That’s right, baby,” Sark murmured, still looking into her eyes. “That’s right, work for it—fuck yourself on my cock and come for me. You’ve earned it—you deserve the pleasure.”
Those dirty words spoken in his low growling voice as he looked into her eyes and the feeling of his thumb circling her swollen clit was suddenly too much for Isla. With a low moan, she felt another orgasm overtaking her—this one even deeper than the last.
“Oh…Oh, Goddess!” she moaned helplessly, as she felt her inner muscles clench all around the thick shaft inside her. “Oh, Sark yes—yes!”
“Gods, baby—can’t hold off any longer,” he groaned. “Thought I could but your sweet little pussy clenching all around me is too damn much!”
And with a low groan, he began to come.
Isla gasped as she felt something hot and wet spurting deep inside her—he was filling her at last, she realized—coming inside her and breeding her, giving her thirsty womb a drink of his cream…
“That’s right, sweetheart, you’ll get all the cream you can handle before this is over,” a low, growling voice said in her head.
Isla gasped and looked around. That had been Sark’s voice! But his lips hadn’t been moving when he spoke! So how…?
“Sorry, baby—didn’t I explain it to you? A telepathic link with your mate is part of Bonding,” he said, speaking once more in her head.
“You mean…” Isla moaned—pleasure was still coursing through her and it was hard to think clearly. “You mean we can speak with our minds now?” she finished, trying the new mental link out for herself.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it. Yes, that’s exactly what it means.” Sark drew her in for another kiss as he continued to come inside her. “Gods, you’re so tight and hot and wet, sweetheart—do you like it when I give you a creamy pussy?”
“I love it!” Isla sent back, while she returned his kiss hungrily. But Sark, does this mean it worked? Does it mean we’re Bonded?”
“Yes, we are, sweetheart.” He drew away, breaking the kiss as he looked into her eyes. “Bonded for life,” he told her, speaking aloud. “Are you all right with that?”
“Oh Sark—more than all right!” And Isla dragged him down for another kiss.
“That’s good, because we’re going to be at this for a while,” he warned her, even as he kissed her.
“Good,” she sent back. “Because I want you to Knot me and Bond me all night long!”
“With pleasure, sweetheart.”
And as he began thrusting inside her again, Isla knew that she was safe now. She was with a man who cared for her—who would never beat or mistreat her. A man who would love her forever.
And all because she had been…Guarded by the Hybrid.
EPILOGUE
From the new diary of Isla, bonded mate of Sark of the Kindred Mother Ship
I never thought I could be this happy.
Sark and I have settled on the Kindred Mother Ship—we have been here around two solar months now—and things simply couldn’t be better.
I have a husband who loves me now—who is always gentle and kind and who never beats or hurts me. That alone is enough to make me cry with joy—and I sometimes do, when Sark is holding me close at night. But there are other wonderful things as well.
I have new friends here—Liv and Sophie and Kat and Lauren have all come by to make my acquaintance and make me feel comfortable and welcomed. They are all warm and friendly and Lauren brought me an array of many little frosted confections called “cake cups”—I think that’s right, I always get the words mixed up for some reason. Anyway, I liked them so much she promised to show me how to make them.