Held by Luna Voss

15

Melyta

“Oh shiiiiit,” I say in amazement as I come out to the bridge and see the streaking hyperspace on the viewscreen.

“Got that airlock all nice and smoked up?” Jenyta greets me, wrinkling her nose.

“You can say that again,” I giggle. “Could barely see in there by the time we were done.”

“I do still know how to have fun, you know,” she says, seeming a bit defensive. “I just need to be on my A-game right now to fly the ship. I’m still… a little nervous, honestly. I’ve never flown anything this big before.”

“I think you’re an amazing pilot,” I tell her, throwing my arms around her from behind. “And you’re doing an awesome job.”

She brushes me off, even though I see her smile linger. “You’re just stoned.”

After hanging out with Jenyta for a little while, I decide to go lie down. My head is spinning.

Barion joins me after not too long. I inhale as the door opens, suddenly nervous for reasons I don’t understand.

He doesn’t say anything, just walks inside, not turning on the light, and closes the door behind him. Then he lies down beside me and scoops me into his arms, still without a word. I feel his heart beating as he holds me, our chests pressed together, and it’s like every breath he takes runs through me as well.

My first instinct is to kiss him, but I don’t. He hasn’t come here to use me in that way. I bury my face in him as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, and he squeezes me tighter, enveloping me in his warmth.

“I’m sorry, vulta,” he whispers.

I extricate my face, just enough to speak. “Sorry for what?”

He gives a deep, trembling sigh. “I don’t know. But there’s this distance between us, and it feels like it’s my fault. I don’t know how to be myself right now. I feel like I’m under so much pressure.”

I don’t have a response to that, so I just kiss his chest. There has been a distance. And he has been under pressure.

“I just want things to go back to the way they were,” I whisper, finding my words. “Before all of this.”

He sighs sadly. “Me too, vulta. Me too. I’m trying really hard.”

“You know that I see you trying, right?” I ask. For some reason, it’s very important to me right now that he knows. “I hope you know how much I appreciate you… Vostra.”

Barion cups my face, and the look there melts me. He almost looks like he’s about to cry.

He must have really, really needed to hear that.

“But can we—” I hesitate, my cheeks growing a little warm. “Can we… go back to spanking?”

He exhales. “What do you mean? I spank you.”

“Not… really,” I say, looking away from him. “Not lately. You barely even notice my infractions sometimes. And when you do, you just put me in the corner.”

“That’s not true,” he protests. “Wasn’t it just the other…” He trails off, recognition dawning on his face. “Wow, it has been a long time. I haven’t been very strict with you lately, have I?”

I blush. “Not really.”

“And are you saying you’d like me to be more strict?”

My blush deepens and I don’t say anything, but I know Barion can read my answer on my face.

“Noted,” he whispers in my ear, shifting and starting to put his weight on top of me.

My heart beats faster as I feel his firmness, his warmth. I move to kiss him and he kisses me back, slowly at first, then deeply, hungrily. A deep growl starts to rumble in his throat, punctuating his breaths. He claws at my clothing, and a moment later my shirt is off, and he’s kissing his way down my chest.

“Yes,” he gasps, taking in the sight of my breasts for a moment before diving in and closing his lips around a nipple. A moan escapes me and I arch my back, the pleasure shooting straight down between my legs.

“I need you,” Barion breathes, looking up at me. His voice shakes, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them to my side. “I need you like I need air.”

“So take me,” I whisper back, my voice also trembling. “Not just in the bedroom. Own me.”

He snarls and his face jumps to my neck, fangs suddenly extended and glinting in the reflection of the single nightlight on the wall across the bed. He scrapes them over my mark, growling, then looks me in the eyes.

“I’m going to knot you tonight, vulta. And when my knot is inside you, it’s just you and me. None of this matters, the danger, the killing. It’s just you and me and the way we complete each other.”

I claw at his shirt desperately, trying to take it off. He rips it with a growl then raises himself over me, abs rippling, his figure a dark, imposing triangle in the dim light.

“Take me,” I whimper, looking him in the eyes.

Barion’s eyes flash and he grabs me by the neck. I watch, helpless, as he unbuckles his pants and frees himself, his cock hard, throbbing veins snaking up the shaft. He doesn’t bother taking off my panties, just pushes them to the side and parts my sensitive lips with his swollen tip.

“Mine,” he grunts as he starts to push himself inside me. “My vulta. My mate for life.”

“Vostra,”I gasp, reaching for his hips, guiding him deeper into me. “God, I miss you.”

I don’t know entirely what that means even as I say it, but the words are from my heart. I miss feeling close to him like this. I miss feeling like no matter what happened, it was us against the world.

“You have me,” he whispers, and when he kisses my lips, there’s a tenderness to it that surprises me.

“I want—” I cut myself off even as I start to speak, the words catching in my throat. I’m afraid to voice this. I’m afraid to voice the thing I want so much, but feels so far away.

“Tell me, vulta,” he breathes, adjusting his grip on my neck. It’s an order, and I dare not disobey.

“When all this is over,” I moan, the pleasure mounting as he starts to thrust, his pace gentle, rhythmic, “I want to have a family with you.”

“Yes,” he says emphatically, pressing his lips against mine. “I want that, too. Once this is done. Once we’re safe. I’m going to put a baby in you.”

He starts to thrust harder, moving me on the bed with every powerful stroke. I rake his back with my fingertips, desperate to touch him, to have all of him, to dispel this wonderful tension his friction is creating.

“Oh my god,” he groans, his eyes getting wide. “Melyta, oh fuck…”

He holds me tightly, barely thrusting, and I feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside me. Then his labored breathing turns into a growl, and he buries his face in my neck as his knot starts to expand.

“Barion,” I moan, overcome. “Can I… I need to…”

“Come for me, vulta,” he gasps, his thrusting now slow and his voice weak with pleasure. “Oh my god… vulta…”

His face scrunches up like he’s about to cry, and somehow I feel even more cum pumping out of him, filling me like a pastry. I clutch his back as his muscles ripple and he empties even more of himself into my core.

“I… I love you, Melyta,” he whispers in my ear. “God, you mean fucking everything to me. I’m going to be the mate you deserve. I’m going to be everything you deserve.”

“You are,” I gasp, rocking my hips, chasing every moment of this reunion, this catharsis. “Barion, you’re everything I need.”

I throw my head back as my orgasm reduces me to voiceless moans, my whole body convulsing. My mate continues to move his knot inside me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel truly hopeful.