Alien Warrior’s Promise by Sue Mercury

Chapter 10

Dakk savoredthe taste and scent of Macy’s femininity. She shuddered and cried out, and he felt her insides contracting around his fingers. Satisfaction rushed over him, knowing he’d brought her to the heights of pleasure, this sweet little golden-haired beauty who was about to become his mate.

The mating vows. Fluxx. In his eagerness to taste her, he had almost forgotten. He wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and sat up, staring down at a fatigued looking Macy as an aching tenderness for her expanded in his chest.

Mine. My wife, my female, my mate.

My soul mate?

He gathered Macy in his arms and brushed her mussed hair from her face. She sank into his embrace with a contented sigh. There was something about the affection and possessiveness he felt for her that transcended logic. It was as though his soul recognized hers. She was a light that had burst into his life and illuminated his whole world, and now that he’d met her, he could not fathom returning to the darkness.

“Dakk, that was incredible.” She peered up at him with a blush tinting her cheeks. “Wow. I-I saw stars.”

He stroked her inner thigh, his fingers traveling close enough to her pussy that he felt the wetness of her arousal. “It was my pleasure, yummiska.” He met her eyes, giving her a pointed look. “It is time now. We must exchange our mating vows before I claim you.”

“Oh, mating vows. Right.” She withdrew from his arms and straightened, though she kept her hands on his thighs, close to his throbbing cock.

“Repeat after me, sweet mate.”

“Okay.” She blinked rapidly against a sudden sheen of tears, but the soft smile she bestowed upon him helped him realize she wasn’t growing forlorn, rather she was overcome by emotion.

“I give you my soul, my body, and my heart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I give you my soul, my body, and my heart,” she repeated, once more blinking rapidly.

He clasped her hands tightly in his and held her gaze, mesmerized by the depth of emotion she was showing. She wasn’t repeating words just to go through the motions of completing their mating union—she meant what she was saying, just as he did. Every word.

“Upon this mating, I am yours and you are mine,” he continued. “May the Star God bless our union.”

A lone tear cascaded down her cheek, and Dakk was quick to wipe it away. He cupped the side of her face in one hand, ready to catch any further tears. From this day forward, her tears were his to catch, both those borne of joy and sorrow.

She inhaled a trembling breath. “Upon this mating, I am yours and you are mine. May the Star God bless our union,” she finally finished. “Is-is that the whole thing?”

“Yes, yummiska.”

Time became suspended as he stared at her, drowning in her soulful depths, memorizing the exact number of dark brown flecks in her otherwise blue eyes. He’d yearned for a mate for so long, even as he’d resigned himself to the probability that he wasn’t likely to claim a female in this lifetime.

Gratitude expanded within him.

He would never take Macy or their mating union for granted. He would treasure her always and he would do everything in his power to make her happy.

“Are you still certain you wish to continue?” He had to ask again, just to be certain. He didn’t want her regretting this night. Even if it caused him the worst kind of anguish, he would not rush her. He would wait a thousand more days and nights, if that was what it took for his female to be ready.

“Yes.” Her response came out strained, but she gave him a small smile, one that made her eyes sparkle. “Yes, Dakk, I am certain. But thank you for asking again. It means a lot.”

“Of course, my mate.” He caressed her hair, enjoying the softness of her golden tresses.

She shifted closer and the renewed scent of her desire prompted his cock to swell harder. He took her in his arms and kissed her with all the passion that was building inside him. Little moans and whimpers drifted from her, and she ran her hands up and down his back, her nails occasionally scraping his flesh.

His balls tightened as a pleasurable tingle swept up his thighs, causing his shaft to harden further. He was painfully hard and ready to plunge into her depths. Reaching between her thighs, he delved two fingers into her feminine core, testing her readiness.

“You’re soaking wet, my sweet mate,” he said in a raspy tone.

Her only reply was a whimper. She parted her legs wider, giving him full access to her intimate parts. He stroked her wetness all around, even rubbing it over her clit. She quivered during his careful ministrations, making urgent noises in the back of her throat.

When her hand suddenly wrapped around his cock, he tensed and growled into her mouth, a wave of dizziness sweeping over him. She pumped his cock several times before he guided her onto her back and her hand fell away. His eagerness to be inside her knew no bounds.

He withdrew from the kiss and pulled his fingers from her pussy. Gripping her hips, his gaze collided with hers as he situated his cock at her entrance. She arched her center upward in encouragement, and her eyes glazed over with need before fluttering shut.

“Please,” she said, barely a whisper. “Please, Dakk, I-I need you.”

His gaze landed on her, and he drew in a deep breath, hoping his expression conveyed understanding. He didn’t wish for Macy to think he was judging her for the question he was about to ask—but he needed to know.

“Have you done this before?” he asked gently, his cock still nudging at her entrance but not quite pushing inside.

“I-I, er, yes. But only a few times, and it was a long time ago.”

He nodded, grateful that she could trust him with this truth.

As he kept a careful eye on her, watching to ensure she didn’t experience any pain, he started pushing inside, his movements agonizingly slow. Fluxx, she was tight.

His heart swelled with affection for her. He still had a difficult time believing she was his, this small but brave human female. He vowed to treasure her always.

She moaned and lifted her center again, and he pushed deeper and deeper still. She opened her eyes and gave him a beseeching look.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” she said. “You won’t hurt me.”

He growled and thrust into her with more force, though he kept watching her for any signs of discomfort. Her face twisted with pleasure and her pussy clamped down on his cock, nearly causing him to lose control. He paused and took a few deep breaths, wanting to prolong their first mating.

At last, he seated himself fully inside her, and he immediately commenced pumping into her depths. Grasping her hips harder, he withdrew nearly the entire way from her tightness only to shove straight back inside. As she met his thrusts, her back arched and her bosom drew his attention. Not missing a beat as he continued driving into her, he leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

She gasped and ran her fingers through his hair, and her gasps turned to moans when he vibrated his tongue around the hardened peak. Perspiration trickled down his temples as he thrust faster, unable to maintain a slower rhythm, but she didn’t appear to mind. If anything, his rapid drives pleased her.

He shifted to give the same attention to her other nipple, and her pussy clenched down on his cock. Star God, she was so tight, but also slick with arousal. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the room, joining with his growls and her whimpers and moans.

Beyond the physical ecstasy of claiming her, his soul soared into the stars, absorbing the beauty of the universe. But he wasn’t alone as he momentarily left his body—Macy was with him, the presence of her own soul sure and strong and more majestic than open space.

His eyes shot open—he couldn’t even remember when he’d closed them—and he peered at Macy in surprise. Did she feel it, too—the spiritual connection growing between them?

Before he could decide whether to ask her, she shifted beneath him and cried out as her insides contracted around his length, another release stealing over her. A moment later, blinding waves of sensation gripped him and he erupted with a roar, spurting his seed into her tight depths.

Marking her as his mate.