Her Mate's Secret Baby:Interstellar Brides, Book 9(10)

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Efficient?"

Running a hand over her hair, I collected it into my palm, closed my  fingers, then tugged, tilting her head toward me. Her eyes opened wide  at the dominant action.

"Do not roll your eyes at me, mate. Any other time and you would be over  my lap." I paused, let that sink in. "To answer your question, yes,  efficient. I needed a female to breed and I received one via transport.  You. But I didn't expect to find a mate for my cock, my heart. My soul."

Her eyes went from surprised to gentle.

"You …  you feel it, too? I was afraid to say anything. It's so soon," she whispered.

I released her hair and moved over her, pressing some of my weight into  her, feeling every soft inch. Her hard, pebbled nipples pressed against  my chest. I felt the curved rings, the line of chain, the medallions.

"I feel it. The intense pleasure being inside you. The need to join together. I want to crawl up inside you and never leave."

She laughed and I loved seeing the way her whole face softened and came  alive. "I don't think you'll fit." Lifting her hand, she stroked down my  cheek, feeling my beard. "Your cock will do."

"And my seed."

Her cheeks flushed. "You're so adamant about your seed being in me."

I nodded gravely. "I am. It shows you are mine, marked. It shows you  have pleased me and that I have pleased you in return. Soon, you will be  round with my child. For now, it shows that I can be deep inside you,  that that's where I belong."

I pushed up to sitting, reached for the necklace about my neck, took it off and held it up for her to see.

"This disk has my symbol on it." I gripped the round medallion that  dangled from the chain. It wasn't heavy, but it was dense. The two  swords crossed pressed into the precious metal was my personal symbol.  "The ones on your chain indicate you are mine through my family. No one  will doubt my claim on you with them. But this-" I slipped the disk from  the necklace's chain, tossed it up in the air, let it land in my palm,  then handed it to her. She studied it as I continued. "-is my own  medallion and with it affixed to your chain, will show that you are mine  because I chose to give this to you. As you are not from Trion, you do  not understand this significance. It is more than a simple disk, it is  my life."

It was the key to the southern continent's subterranean vault. The  people of Trion chose to live a simpler life, but that did not mean we  were a primitive race. Our technology and weapons were in league with  the other races of the Coalition. The vault held wealth and weaponry,  knowledge and a record of the ancient bloodlines. With the key, I gave  Natalie the most precious gift I could give her. I made her a member of  my family, a powerful member, as only myself, my father and my sister  had access to the vault. The key required my DNA to activate, but I  wanted Natalie to have it. Seeing the symbol of my devotion on her body  made my cock hard and my heart ache.

With my power came responsibility, but also danger. Those who would want  to overthrow the government-me-would want the secrets that were held  within. Sharing it with Natalie meant I found her my equal, not just my  bed partner. She didn't understand this yet and no explanations would  clarify this for her. Over time, she'd learn she carried the hope and  trust of the entire southern continent between her breasts, affixed to  the most intimate places on her body.

"Sit up, please." I offered her my hand and tugged her to sitting, the  chain dangling from her gorgeous breasts swayed. "You are beautiful," I  murmured.         

     



 

I took the medallion from her fingers. "I was going to wait, Natalie,  the thirty days. To let you decide in your own time, or at least in the  time the brides program allows, to make your choice. But I don't want to  wait. I know that you belong to me. I want forever, Natalie. I'll wait  if you demand it, but I want you now. I know you belong to me. Say yes."

She licked her lips, studied me, looked down at her transformation from  Earth female to Trion mate. My mate. The chain, the medallions, the  shaved pussy, the seed slipping from her. It was an outward indicator  that she belonged to me. But on the inside, she had yet to make a  choice. I was pushing her, I knew, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't  wait. The need made it impossible.

"Do you wish to be mine and mine alone? Can I claim you now?"

Tears filled her eyes, then slid down her cheeks.

"Fark," I swore, then stroked my fingers over her cheek. "No, it's all right. You can take the time to-"

"No. I mean yes. These are tears of happiness. Yes, I want you to claim me now. I don't need thirty days to decide."

She smiled brilliantly then and something bright filled my chest, made  me grin at her in return. Love. It had to be. It was radiant and  wonderful and she'd given it to me. A precious gift. And so I gave her  my medallion in return. Taking the chain, I carefully affixed my  personal medallion to it, the small, automated hook activated by my DNA.  No one could remove the disk, nor activate it. Only those with my  family's DNA could do so.

Releasing the small gold medallion, I watched as the chain swayed, now  adorned with three disks. "The marks within the medallions represent me,  my family line and my place as councilor. They proclaim for one and all  that you are mine, and that I will kill to protect you."

And the extra medallion, no larger than the nail on my smallest finger,  dangled low, at the center, nearly over her womb, and, like her womb  would carry my child, the gold carried the future, the power and wealth  accumulated over many generations of my family.

She lifted her head and looked to me. "My nipples are sensitive. They …  they tingle and it's constant. Arousing."

I glanced down at my cock, which was thick, long and pointing straight at her. "Yes, I know what you mean."

I came over her so she had no choice but to lower onto her back.  Settling on my forearms above her, I pressed her into the soft ground so  she felt all of me, from thigh to shoulder. Between our bellies, I  could feel the chain, the medallions. I knew the secrets would be safe  with her, and that she would be safe with me. Nothing would happen to  her. I would protect her with my life.

Lowering my head, I kissed her. It was the first time. When her soft  lips brushed mine, I had to wonder how I'd skipped something so intimate  until now. How had I not put my mouth on hers? I'd put it on her pussy,  but this seemed more personal. Her mouth opened readily for mine and my  tongue found hers. She gasped at the decadence of something so simple  and my cock pulsed.

I could kiss her until the two moons rose and I'd be content, but my  cock had other ideas. She'd consented to the claiming and I could think  of nothing else.

I lifted my head so our breaths still mingled, that I could look into  her pale eyes. My hips shifted so I settled into the cradle of her own,  my cock nestled at her slippery entrance. It was hot and wet, all but  inviting me in. "Do you accept me, Natalie Montgomery of Earth, as your  mate? Do you accept my claim on you, that I am your master?"

"Yes." She arched her back, angled her hips into me so that my cock  slipped in an inch. "Yes, claim me. I want it. I want you. Master."

My eyes fell closed then, awash with the sensations of this woman  calling me master. The feeling was heady, the one word so weighty with  responsibility. I was responsible for every facet of Natalie. Her  happiness, her wellbeing, her health, her safety. Everything.

And when I slid into her, slowly this time, I accepted it.

"Mine," I growled as I kept my gaze fixed on hers. She was so hot, so  wet that I moved so smoothly up into her. She didn't close her eyes,  didn't look away as I took her as gently as I possibly could, letting  her feel every inch of me. We weren't lost in the fiery haze of passion,  we were lost in tenderness, in each other.

"Mine," she whispered, lifting her hips to take me deeper, then deeper still.

We were one. When she came with soft shudders and rippling walls of her pussy, I went with her.

"Natalie," I groaned, giving over to her in every way.

We remained in the oasis for long hours, talking and learning each  other. I bathed her in the warm water of the small pond and fed her  fresh fruit transported in from the north, tasting the ripe berry juice  on her lips.         

     



 

I took her again, reveled in her eager welcome, her soft sighs and cries  of pleasure. And when I knew my seed filled her, my medallions marked  her as mine, and the soft glow on her face would shout to one and all  her contentment with her mate, I took her back to civilization, eager to  show her our home in the capital city of Xalia.

I pulled a long, cream-colored dress from the supplies I'd left here in  preparation and draped the soft fabric over her naked form. The  piercings in her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric and my  chest swelled with pride at the vision she presented. Her soft, golden  hair hung loose and wild around her shoulders. Her fair skin practically  glowed above the neckline of the gown, and her eyes, those eyes, looked  at me with complete trust and devotion. I dared to believe that,  perhaps, my mate had grown to love me in such a short time.