“You do not need to worry, Grif. I am healthy and happy and I am going to stay that way. How could I not?” She pressed her lips to his throat, undulating her body against his, rekindling the fire that burned between them always. “I am guarded by the fiercest savage of them all. There is no one safer or more loved.”
“You got that right, wild thing.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Nothing is happening to you on my watch.”
“I know.” She smiled up at him. Then, seizing the rope from the bed, she looped it just as he’d taught her, and dragged it down his cock, the scrape of the silky fibers making his head drop back, the vein in his dick throb harder. “Nothing will happen to you on mine, either.”
He bit back a curse. She’d gotten so damn good at that—especially when she didn’t want him telling her yet again that that was his job, not hers.
“We are a team.” She cinched the rope at the base of his shaft, making his cock swell.
They both groaned as they watched his shaft grown even thicker and harder.
“On that we agree.” His voice came out a low rasp.
“Strongest together.” Straddling him, rope still in hand, she sank onto his cock, inch by amazing inch, until he was balls deep inside her. The loop of rope a reward for them both, the rush of blood making him more sensitive while it hit her clit just right.
Her head fell back. He gritted his teeth to keep control, the urge to just throw her down and fuck her hard overwhelming.
But he was on a mission. He wanted the worry and nerves he saw in her gaze gone.
Grabbing her ass, he held her still. “You can tell me anything, wild thing. I always give you what you need.”
“No secrets. I know.” She tossed the rope aside and, falling forward, clung to him, her head buried in his neck. “I also know you will be that fierce and giving for our young and it will be the happiest, luckiest little one in the universe.”
Everything stilled. Sound, scent, breath—it all drifted away.
“Grif? That is why I was speaking with Ava and Lana.” She pulled back, watched him closely, her voice soft like when she spoke to Sharluff. “I was always on the outside with my pack and never learned much from the females. I wanted to confirm what I suspected and make sure I was doing all I should to keep our baby safe.”
He wasn’t sure he blinked.
“Now the commander and Ava’s baby will have a playmate,” she added. “And maybe next time we go to see the pack we can trade for a small Sharluff pet to protect our young like mine protects me?”
The roar in his head grew louder. His cock throbbed inside her.
“Grif?” Her small incisor flashed as she nibbled at her lip. “I know you were worried before about being a father. I know, too, that this baby will be both pack and Other. It will always be different. Is…is that okay with you?”
“Okay? Okay?” Sight, scent, and sound returned.
The shock gave way to awe.
“Woman, I have never been happier.”
Gently as possible, he flipped her onto her back, his shaft still buried deep inside her. One elbow by her head to ensure he kept his weight off her, he pressed his palm to her belly.
Their babe. Safe and sound inside his other greatest treasure.
Hells, looked like he was about to get a thousand times more ruthless than before.
“You have just given me the greatest gift, Nayla. Thank you.”
She smiled up at him, shadows gone.
“I am happy, too, Grif. Happier than I could ever imagine was possible the rotation I fell into your pit and thought my life was ending. Instead, it had only just begun.” Her gorgeous ears twitched, her iridescent eyes flaring with mischief as her cunt squeezed his cock and her hips lifted. “But I would be even happier now if you started moving.”
Lust slammed through him, along with laughter.
Pressing kisses to her temple, her jaw, her lips, he did just that. Thrusting deep, pushing her to the edge, making her scream out his name. Because that was what he did best: take care of his female.
They might have been born on different worlds, spoken different languages, been raised with different beliefs and trained to hold different positions, but those disparate lives and what they’d survived had molded their edges and shaped their angles—until they met and clicked. Two pieces of a puzzle, planets apart, who fit perfectly together.
That was love. True and untameable.
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Earth 9079
“You’re not supposed to be here, DaKar. Go away.” DaKar Volkan, disgraced firstborn Executive to the Starlight estate, Warlord of nothing, didn’t move. Dirty feet planted on the cool balcony tiles that overlooked the ballroom, he let his half-brother’s voice roll right over him. His hands gripped the railing as his gaze locked on the gathering below— and one tiny, delicate figure in particular.
Despite his calm appearance, his heart slammed against his chest.
“This party is for full élithe only.” Unfortunately, ignoring his younger half-brother, Peller, did not make him disappear. Instead, he shuffled closer, his nose barely reaching the top of the railing, his narrow chest puffing out and making the rich fibers of his skintight jacket shimmer and pulse with different shades of purple. “It’s not for heathen half-Martian freaks like yourself. Mother said so, and Father agreed. You’re to stay out of sight.”
The festivity below was your typical excessive élithe event. A reminder, DaKar supposed, of how far they’d come. Earth had been a bleak, dying planet after the Great Wars, useless and used up, its air toxic. Until six wily survivors coaxed the United Federation into using Outer Worlder technology to slap a dome on a large swath of the place and turn it into a trading post. Over centuries, the dome had exploded in importance—thanks to the ruthlessness of those at its helm—transforming into a thriving, anachronistic mini-fiefdom, ruled with an iron fist by the share- holders of the Earther Corporation and their grasping male offspring. His father’s family had been one of the original six, but DaKar wasn’t nearly as impressed with the legacy as the rest of his relatives.
“Mother said this is my chance to represent the family and make Father proud. To show him I can handle the title of High Executive when he is ready to pass it down.” His half-brother rarely gave up. “You will ruin everything.”