He winces. I soften the blow of my words by tenderly touching his cheek.
“I can father this mortling, but I won’t ever mate with her,” I vow. “I already have a mate.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out his cock ring. “And if my mate is done pouting, I’d like for him to show me his cock that’s clearly missing its ring.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “I’ll feed myself to a sabrevipe if you willingly bed her,” he says dramatically. “Go to The Eternals without you.”
I chuckle and grip his cock through his suit. It’s hard and strains against the material. “You’re not going anywhere without me. You’ve been my mate—albeit in secret—for six revolutions, Jare. You think I’m going to give you up now?”
He lets out a hiss of air when I rub at him more forcefully, his hand that’s always cut from working with metal grasping my wrist. “If they find out—”
But they won’t. They never do. We’re careful.
What we’re doing with each other is unheard of among our people. Something so taboo, it cannot be voiced. But when you’re hopeless and lonely, sometimes your heart gives you something you desperately need. With Jareth, we fill a void in each other I certainly don’t intend on interfering with. I need him, and he needs me.
“Our secret.” I run my lips along his, our breaths mingling together. “We’re solid. This female can’t change that.”
His hand slides to the back of my neck, and his nog rests against mine. “I really wish I could believe that.”
“Jareth…” I growl.
The argument is no longer up for discussion because he silences me with his mouth. And then later, from my knees, I make him bellow with mine.
Nothing will tear us apart.
Especially not some alien female.
Even if she is carrying our future in her womb…
The End