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Authors: Monette Michaels
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Zaek turned one hand over to enfold both of hers. His grip was firm, but gentle, and oh so warm. The innocent touch set off a cascade of desire which swept over her body until even her toes ached with need.
“Cheri, lubha…”
He called her his love in a voice that warmed her very soul and made her heart beat faster. Prime males didn’t use that particular endearment with any other female, only their mates. His usage demonstrated he was as emotionally vested in this mating as she was.
So, why is he waiting?
“…you do not know me. Know how…” He paused as if he sought the right words. “… intense Prime bonding sex can be. You must learn to trust me before we take the final step to making us one … forever.”
Intense sex? That was what had him holding back? Hell, she could do intense right about now. As for trust—
“I trust you. I’ve trusted you since I met you.” She looked him in the eyes, then added, “I want you however you wish … you need … to take me.”
A pained expression on his face, Zaek shook his head. “ Adora , you do not understand—”
“Goddammit, Zaek…” Her breath hitched. Shit. Tears were imminent. Her stubborn, sexy-as-sin warrior sounded as if he planned to continue on this ridiculous path of gentle wooing.
AARGH! God, she was close to losing what little control she had left.
His woodsy-citrus scent, his deep, raspy voice, the merest brush of his fingers had combined to turn her body into one large erogenous zone. For three long days, her pussy had ached. Her clit had throbbed. And her nipples had remained budded to the point of pain.
Calm reasoning and slow-as-sap wooing wasn’t doing it for her. She needed action, and soon, because she—
“I hurt. I haven’t slept. I need you to hold me. I need you to make love to me until I can’t see straight.” A tear slowly slid down her cheek. She sniffed and turned her face away from his laser-intense regard. “Don’t you want me?”
And could she sound any more pathetic?
“Not want you?” His low rumble was akin to the sound right before a volcano blew. “ Ansu bhau ! I want to strip you naked. Here. Now. Then I would claim you on the table for all to see. You would come for me again and again … until you begged me to stop.”
Cheri moaned at the carnal images his words painted.
“Look at me!” Zaek leaned over the table, took a firm but gentle hold of her chin, and turned her head until their eyes met. “Hear me.”
Cheri gasped at the blaze sparking within his dark golden eyes—at the anger, and yes, need, in his voice. She’d finally pierced the ultra-thin layer of civilization all Prime males wore and unleashed the primal male.
God, he was magnificent.
Zaek caressed her jaw with a calloused thumb and murmured, his voice harsh with his desire, “ Lubha , even after you beg, I will … not … stop. I will continue to pleasure you until the only sounds you utter are those of animal need. I will give you my seed until our scents blend. I will take you until there is no you, no me, but only an us.” He let go of her chin with a final, soft stroke of his fingers.
Cheri swallowed hard and prayed she’d be up to the challenge, because there was no turning back now. His woulds had turned to wills, and the formal courting had now abandoned the ship. The claiming would happen, and soon.
Her throat was suddenly as dry as the Great Martian Desert; she reached for her glass of water and took a healthy gulp.
“And never … ever…” Zaek slammed the flat of his hand on the table, startling her and making the plates and glasses bounce with the force of his anger. “…think I don’t want you. The One knows, I need you with every breath I take. You are my life … my soul. You’re mine.”
The last word echoed off the walls of the unnaturally silent dining room.
“Then take me.” Ignoring the murmurs of the diners sitting closest to their table, Cheri slid from the booth seat and moved to
“Cheri, lubha…”
He called her his love in a voice that warmed her very soul and made her heart beat faster. Prime males didn’t use that particular endearment with any other female, only their mates. His usage demonstrated he was as emotionally vested in this mating as she was.
So, why is he waiting?
“…you do not know me. Know how…” He paused as if he sought the right words. “… intense Prime bonding sex can be. You must learn to trust me before we take the final step to making us one … forever.”
Intense sex? That was what had him holding back? Hell, she could do intense right about now. As for trust—
“I trust you. I’ve trusted you since I met you.” She looked him in the eyes, then added, “I want you however you wish … you need … to take me.”
A pained expression on his face, Zaek shook his head. “ Adora , you do not understand—”
“Goddammit, Zaek…” Her breath hitched. Shit. Tears were imminent. Her stubborn, sexy-as-sin warrior sounded as if he planned to continue on this ridiculous path of gentle wooing.
AARGH! God, she was close to losing what little control she had left.
His woodsy-citrus scent, his deep, raspy voice, the merest brush of his fingers had combined to turn her body into one large erogenous zone. For three long days, her pussy had ached. Her clit had throbbed. And her nipples had remained budded to the point of pain.
Calm reasoning and slow-as-sap wooing wasn’t doing it for her. She needed action, and soon, because she—
“I hurt. I haven’t slept. I need you to hold me. I need you to make love to me until I can’t see straight.” A tear slowly slid down her cheek. She sniffed and turned her face away from his laser-intense regard. “Don’t you want me?”
And could she sound any more pathetic?
“Not want you?” His low rumble was akin to the sound right before a volcano blew. “ Ansu bhau ! I want to strip you naked. Here. Now. Then I would claim you on the table for all to see. You would come for me again and again … until you begged me to stop.”
Cheri moaned at the carnal images his words painted.
“Look at me!” Zaek leaned over the table, took a firm but gentle hold of her chin, and turned her head until their eyes met. “Hear me.”
Cheri gasped at the blaze sparking within his dark golden eyes—at the anger, and yes, need, in his voice. She’d finally pierced the ultra-thin layer of civilization all Prime males wore and unleashed the primal male.
God, he was magnificent.
Zaek caressed her jaw with a calloused thumb and murmured, his voice harsh with his desire, “ Lubha , even after you beg, I will … not … stop. I will continue to pleasure you until the only sounds you utter are those of animal need. I will give you my seed until our scents blend. I will take you until there is no you, no me, but only an us.” He let go of her chin with a final, soft stroke of his fingers.
Cheri swallowed hard and prayed she’d be up to the challenge, because there was no turning back now. His woulds had turned to wills, and the formal courting had now abandoned the ship. The claiming would happen, and soon.
Her throat was suddenly as dry as the Great Martian Desert; she reached for her glass of water and took a healthy gulp.
“And never … ever…” Zaek slammed the flat of his hand on the table, startling her and making the plates and glasses bounce with the force of his anger. “…think I don’t want you. The One knows, I need you with every breath I take. You are my life … my soul. You’re mine.”
The last word echoed off the walls of the unnaturally silent dining room.
“Then take me.” Ignoring the murmurs of the diners sitting closest to their table, Cheri slid from the booth seat and moved to
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