Owned by Luna Voss

30

Barion

This isn’t want, this is need.

It’s almost dark outside as I carry Melyta upstairs to our bedroom. She looks up at me with big eyes, and fuck, I can just smell the heat wafting off of her. It’s the most wonderful, addictive scent I’ve ever caught, and it floods me with bittersweet memories of our first union.

But this is different. Melyta isn’t a stranger to me now. She’s the woman I love, the woman I’m Fated to, the woman I would choose to be with even if she wasn’t my Fated Mate.

She’s everything that matters in this world. And no matter what the fuck happens tomorrow, tonight she’s getting a mark on her neck.

I feel my fangs extending involuntarily as I put her down on the bed and crawl on top of her. Her mouth hangs open as she looks at me, and something about her is so feminine in that moment, so vulnerable, so beautiful.

“You’re dripping wet,” I whisper as my hand creeps up her leg.

She just nods, then slips out of her dress, leaving her in nothing but a bra and soaked panties. I pull off my own shirt, then stop her as she starts to remove her bra.

“No,” I growl. “I want to do that.”

It feels so intimate as I undress her, first removing her bra, then sliding her underwear down her legs. She shivers once she’s finally naked, looking calm, nervous, and determined all at once. Her fingers trace the Vostra tattoo on my chest as I unbuckle my pants.

“I want you to knot me,” she whimpers as I climb on top of her. “Please.”

I say nothing as I position myself between her legs. There’s nothing to say. We both know what comes next. Something ancient. Something primal. Something we’ve done before.

Melyta gasps as I slowly push my cock inside her. I let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized until this moment how much tension I was holding. But now, I need Melyta like I need air. My cock is so stiff it fucking hurts. The wonderful, perfect warmth of her body is the only thing that brings me relief.

And what relief. I feel my entire body charging up with glorious anticipation, ready to make the soft little thing squirming and moaning underneath me mine.

“Your knot,” she whimpers, desperation on her face as I start to thrust inside her. “Barion…”

I growl, thrusting faster, building to the release we both so badly need. My nostrils are filled with her intoxicating scent, fingers gripping her hips as I slide my cock in and out of her.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my whole world going fuzzy as my knot expands.

Melyta’s body stiffens, her fingers digging into my back. She wraps her legs around me tightly, her reaction more intense than I’ve ever seen. From her face, I can tell that she’s having an orgasm.

I sigh, acclimating to this new reality. It’s so intense. Knotting her is so intense. My cock is in heaven, and I gasp as I realize that I’m emptying my cum inside her without even meaning to. My hips spasm and jerk as the pleasure washes over me.

When I look up, I see the Dalax City skyline outside the window, the array of glowing colors and brightly lit skyscrapers warmly familiar. A ship is taking off from the spaceport, its lights gleaming against the stars. If this night had gone differently, maybe Melyta would have been on it.

“I’m going to mark you now,” I whisper, stroking her cheek as I look into her eyes. She nods, trembling slightly.

I can already feel the pigment welling up inside my fangs. I keep eye contact as long as I can as I lower my face down to Melyta’s neck and press my teeth against her skin, searching for the same spot I marked before.

“I’m ready,” comes her voice, soft, breathless. She shivers. “Barion, I’m so ready for you to mark me.”

For a tantalizing moment, my fangs strain against her neck. And then they break through the surface, penetrating her, and I’m hit by a wave of pleasure as my pigment surges into her skin.

Melyta convulses, moaning, and her legs squeeze me very tight. I keep my mouth pressed against her neck, injecting her with every last drop.

When I pull back, the marks from my fangs are still raw, with a tiny amount of blood seeping from the open wounds. I wipe it off with my finger and see that beneath it, the skin has become dark with my pigment, just the way it was before.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, looking down with immense satisfaction. “You’re my mate.”

Melyta smiles, and the relief on her face is palpable. She looks tired now, exhausted, really, but immeasurably content.

“Cuddle with me,” she whispers, reaching for me.

I lower myself on top of her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and holding her in bed as we remain tied together by my knot. Despite everything else going on, despite the fact that we literally have Nullion’s dead body bleeding into the carpet downstairs, I feel more relaxed now that I have in a long time. Maybe in my entire life. I have Melyta now. She has my mark on her neck.

Mine. My woman. My mate.

Forever and always.