Page 64 of Keeping His Mate
What a fool I was.
No matter how much fear filled her insides, she carried on. It did not matter what she was facing, whether it was her past, her uncertain future, a violent, aggressive beast standing before her, or a treacherous slaver with a pistol pointed at her skull. She never ran. She never hid. Instead, she fought.
“Xidori kovvari,” I mutter against her lips.
Her nose scrunches as the translation enters her mind. “Courageous heart?” she asks.
“Yes.”
Because she is the most courageous warrior among us.
EPILOGUE
ELEANOR
ONE WEEK LATER…
“Yes! Bruvix, yes. D-don’t stop,” I moan as his fingers circle my clit faster. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
Bruvix slams into me from behind, his fangs scraping the skin behind my earlobe so deliciously that I’m gone. Lost to the sensations of his vibrating dick pumping in and out of me as my pussy holds him in a tight grip. My legs shake as he bites my neck and I cry out, his strong arm wrapped around my middle the only thing keeping me from face-planting into the piloi flower bed. He glides his tongue over my bite mark, cleaning the blood from it. His thrusts continue, but I feel them getting more erratic. He’s close.
We can’t finish like this, though.
“Wait!” I whimper as I reluctantly push away from his ripped stomach, separating our sweat-covered bodies. I spin around and lie on my back, pulling him down with me. He settles himself between my thighs, and I guide him back inside my body, where everything just feels better. “I need to be able to bite you too, right?”
“Ah,” he says, his chest heaving against mine. “Yes. Right.”
Bruvix surges forward, and we both let out a moan. “Like that,” I tell him when he settles on a rhythm. His eyes are pinched shut and his face is twisted in anguish, but I know that means he’s close and trying to make it last for me.
“Hey,” I whisper, stroking a finger along his cheekbone. “Look at me.”
He opens his eyes, one at a time, and they remain locked on mine, heavy-lidded and swirling with adoration.
I press my lips to his, and whisper, “Come for me.” And he does. He throws his head back and growls wildly as his hot seed fills my pussy. I feel it sliding down my inner thighs as I sink my teeth into his shoulder, between his scars. Tasting his blood on my tongue is an odd sensation. For a moment, it feels wrong. But this is how the clan solidifies a mate bond, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make Bruvix officially mine.
Eventually, Bruvix stills, and he rolls us so I end up lying on top of him, our bodies still connected. We’re covered in freshly tended soil, sweat, and no doubt, petals from the piloi flowers that were crushed beneath us, but I can’t bring myself to care. Though I doubt they’ll show any sign of wear and tear by tomorrow. They seem to bounce back pretty quickly, these seemingly immortal flowers. He reaches his long arm to the right and tugs a fur blanket over us. “We must sleep now, xidori kovvari.”
“Okay,” I reply, mid-yawn. “Wow, that was fast.”
“Our bodies are eager to complete the bond,” he replies with a deep, rumbling laugh. A sound I will never tire of hearing. “When we wake, our minds will be forever linked.”
I trace the raised skin of the newest scar on his chest from the bullet coated with poison Bzzsil Chi fired, almost taking him from me. The wound healed within days as is expected with the Trovilians and their naturally advanced healing abilities.
“So glad this week is finally over,” I groan, my eyelids getting heavier by the second. “That sucked.”
Bruvix laughs again, pulling me closer. “I shall never withhold my cock from you again. If Kaiva had not demanded we wait to ensure my heart could handle it, I would have fucked you the moment I awoke in that flimsy bed.”
“Mmm,” I mumble, sleep coming toward me with open arms. “I believe you.” And I let it take me away.
An impatient, frustrated howl pulls me from sleep, and though it’s incredibly loud, I’m not concerned about the source. I know that howl. Rubbing my eyes, I roll out of the flower bed and stumble over to the edge of the roof. When I look down, I see a hundred-pound pup with red eyes and a wagging tail.
“Hi, Stanley!” I say with a wave.
He barks in response, jumping up with his front feet.
What does he want? More jerky?
Laughing at the grumpiness in my mate’s voice, I turn. “Always. But he probably just wants to pl–”