I lose her either way. At least if I take her to Risda I can make one of us happy.
As we land on my floor, we walk down the hall in silence. I glance over at her, and I notice her gaze is on the tree in the median, between the walkways. She notices me watching her and smiles. “Looking for new blooms.”
My heart squeezes painfully.
The moment we cross the threshold of my apartments, I break. I grab her, hauling her into my arms, and pin her to the nearest wall. Yesterday, I held her like this when we mated, and she loved it. I did, too, because I didn’t have to wait to get to bed.
I can’t wait any longer today, either.
Tessa chuckles, her arms going around my neck as she lifts her face for a kiss. “I missed you, too,” she teases, her legs wrapping around my hips.
I kiss her, my mouth moving over hers in a deep, searing claim of a kiss. I stroke my tongue against hers, desperate to show her just how much I need her. She moans, meeting my kisses with eager caresses of her own, and she reaches down, hauling her skirts up around her hips. “Gonna take you hard and fast,” I rasp as our mouths break apart. “How wet are you?”
She wiggles against me, arching in a way that grinds her cunt against my raging erection. “See for yourself.”
With a growl, I slide my hand between our bodies and find her folds. Her cunt is soaked, my fingers gliding against her skin in a way that makes her whimper with delight. I press two fingers into her, thrusting, and her body is soft and giving, and so, so wet. I heft her up just enough to spear her onto my cock, letting the station’s gravity drive her down onto my length.
Tessa cries out, leaning forward and burying her head against my neck. “Oh please,” she whimpers. “You feel so good, Zakoar.”
“Please what?” I rasp, my hips surging against her pinned ones. Tell me to keep you.
“Fill me up,” she begs, pressing frantic kisses to my chest and throat. “Make me feel good.”
I do. I plow into her hard and fast, our bodies crashing together. My cock pounds into her, and with my hand slipping between us again, I make sure my spur is hitting the perfect spot for her. I feel her body quake wildly with her oncoming orgasm, her cunt clenching tighter and tighter as she approaches climax.
“Tell me if I’m too rough,” I demand between slaps of our bodies together.
“Perfect,” Tessa cries out. “You’re perfect.” Her fingernails dig into my skin. “Love—this,” she tells me between thrusts. “Love—love—love—”
And then she comes, her cunt squeezing me like a vise, and it propels my own release. I jerk against her as I fill her with my seed, panting. I’ve never come so fast—or so hard—and I’m just glad that Tessa was there with me every step of the way. When I recover, I stroke her hair and pull her against my chest, tucking her against me. She’s so small and fragile, my pretty human. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Never.” She drowsily presses another kiss against my neck. “I love everything we do together. Hard, fast, slow, it’s all amazing.”
I hold her to my chest, wishing we could stay like this forever with Tessa clinging to me, smiling. “I’m taking you to bed,” I tell her. “And we are going to mate until you beg me to stop, no matter how late it is.” I want to make this memory with her.
Her tongue teases against my skin. “That’s gonna be a while, because I’m not a quitter.” Her cunt clenches around my cock even as she teases a line up my throat with her lips. “Don’t you have to be in to work in the morning, though? You have a shipment coming in.”
“Tikosa will handle it. We aren’t going in to work tomorrow. Once we’re done in bed, you’ll need to pack your bag. We leave for Risda III in the morning.”
She stiffens against me, and then pulls back, her eyes wide. “Risda?”
I nod. I don’t trust words in this moment.
Her eyes are soft and full of emotion. They fill with tears, but she leans forward and puts her arms around my neck, holding me chokingly tight.
She’s utterly silent. Maybe in this moment, she doesn’t trust words, either. It’s all right. Tears of gratitude are enough for me.19TESSAI stare out the window of The Nebula Skimmer as it races toward the small settlement on the green, green surface of Risda III. As we approach the farm planet, I wonder how it is that getting what I’ve always dreamed of is making me so damn miserable.
It’s been a week since we’ve left Three Nebulas Station, a week of private, luxurious space travel on a passenger ship with good connections and a decent crew. Zakoar’s taken off my slave collar and I’ve been treated kindly by everyone on board. He’s also contacted the authorities on Risda III—some mesakkah lord—and let him know that a human refugee would be arriving shortly. I’m told that I’ll be given my own plot of land so I can farm, plus a house and all the necessary equipment so I can thrive and make money on my own. There’s other humans at the settlement, too, and I’ll be able to make friends.