Page 9 of Nita’s Bounty
I gnash my teeth, trying to hold off when she sucks in a sharp gasp. Her cunt tightens around me and then begins pulsing with her orgasm.
Palming the back of her head, my fingers tangle in her soft hair.
That’s it, my Nita.
I slide a hand under her head and gently pull back on her hair, urging her to look up. I want her eyes on me while she comes. I want her to watch me as I spill inside of her, so she can see how kurving good she makes me feel.
Her legs come around my hips, and she digs her heels into my ass.
Fall with me, I beg her silently as the first lash of my orgasm sears up my shaft and my hips pound into her. Sweat and other things make our bodies slippery as I stare into her eyes. My claspers tighten, and I thrust once more before holding as she milks my seed from my cock and her eyes flutter closed as her orgasm continues to roll through her.
Yes! So kurving good.
Blanketing her with my body, I tuck my face into the crook of her neck, silently shouting out my own pleasure while we ride out the waves together.
When I come back to myself, we’re wrapped around each other. Her hands slowly pet my hair and rub my back. My claspers are still clamped around her hips, but some of their grip has eased. They won’t fully release until my hood retracts and my cock softens, making sure she’s been properly seeded.
As my body slowly relaxes, I start to purr for her. The rattle comes from deep inside my chest as I rock in and out of her tight grip. I’ve never purred for a female before, but it feels like the right thing to do.
Wrapping my arms around her, I move us to our sides and tuck her head under my chin so her ear is pressed to my chest, where the purr is loudest. The soothing sound does its job, and she hums sweetly before falling asleep.
I never want to move.
* * *
For the rest of the night, I pleasure my female—my mate—in all the ways I know how, and she teaches me a few things in return. By the time one of the Pizats gives her door a warning knock, signaling that our time is up, we’re both past the point of exhaustion but still unable to stop touching each other.
The mood is somber as I dress. I never expected to find my mate here—or anywhere, really—and I’m still trying to come to terms with this knowledge. What am I supposed to do? I can’t leave her, and yet, I must.
Nita’s perched on the edge of the bed; her dark eyes watch me as her blunt little teeth worry at her lower lip. She’s got her sheer robe wrapped around her once more, and she looks on the cusp of speaking, but each time she opens her mouth to do so, she quickly snaps it shut again and goes back to gnawing on her lip.
Once I’m dressed, I lean over her and capture her mouth with mine. Just once more, I tell myself. But the kiss goes on and on and soon threatens to turn to more until I force myself back from her.
Nita follows me to the door, where we stop, neither of us ready for our night to come to an end.
“I’m never going to forget you, Shuvo,” she says without looking up at me. Instead, she’s focused on sliding her hand up and down my chest. Right over my heart. “I hope…” she pauses to swallow down a soft sob, “I hope maybe someday you’ll come back.”
She finally lifts her dark eyes up to mine, and my heart breaks when I see that they’re glossy with unshed tears. I reach out to cup the side of her face. I want to tell her that walking out this door is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I want to tell her that I’ll be back for her, because I have no intention of leaving this station without her.
Instead, I lean forward and place a soft, chaste kiss on her forehead. Then, with one last look at her, I slip from her room.
Long strides take me down the hall and short flight of stairs, my mood turning darker with each step. When I come to the front desk, I all but throw my key at the female working before storming out of the reception area and into the lift. The farther away I get, the more the ache in my chest grows. By the time I hit the main floor of the concourse, I know I cannot leave this station without Nita.
Pulling out my comm, I send a message to my crew that we need to leave immediately. That something has come up, and it’s of the direst importance. I rarely—if ever—ask for favors, so I’m hoping they will humor me without too many questions.
Bran almost immediately messages back:
Bran: YOU’RE NOT ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID, ARE YOU, SHUVO?
I can’t help the grin that flashes my sharp teeth.
Me: JUST BE READY. I’LL BE COMING IN HOT.
Then I shove the comm back into my pocket, ignoring the replies that start coming in.
Spinning on my heel, I hurry back into the lift, ducking inside the empty compartment just as the doors are closing. As soon as they seal with a hiss, I close my eyes and dissolve into mist, making myself undetectable and so much faster than when I’m corporeal.
As soon as the doors slide back open, I make my way back through the lobby and down the hallway without anyone being the wiser that I’ve returned. When I reach the blue door, I slip easily through the cracks—only to find the room empty.