“Now you,” he said, breath harsh.
I nuzzled his neck. “I’m okay.”
“Vince.”
I kissed him, silencing him. “Sweetheart, I’m fine. I want to take care of you. Sleep.”
Don fought me for a couple more minutes, but I kept petting his chest and nuzzling his neck, and predictably, he fell asleep. When I was certain he was deep asleep, I sat up to stare at him. My gaze slid to the metal crate with my stuff. Was I actually going to leave Don?
Anytime we were apart, I missed him so impossibly much. How was I supposed to survive months or even a year or two in the drakcol homeworld, then six months to Earth without him?
I couldn’t. I loved Don and I was unwilling to let him go. I was that selfish. Don sure as hell deserved better, but fuck anyone who thought they could take him from me. And yeah, I’d spend my life needing him and being a burden to him, dragging around my baggage, but I loved him and couldn’t live without him.
But what if Don’s soulmate came for him? Panic pounded in my chest. If it happened after Don and I were mates, they’d be fuck out of luck, but it would be horrible for all of us. If it happened before… My knees shook. Don would leave me. And why wouldn’t he? I was a mess. Why would he stay when his soulmate showed up? Someone who wasn’t dragging around a gazillion pounds of crap.
“Vince,” Don muttered, reaching for me. “Are you having a nightmare?”
I’d had nightmares, bad ones, every night since I was kidnapped, but that wasn’t the problem. I walked over to him and cuddled close. “No, Sweetheart. I’m fine.”
He placed a sloppy kiss on my forehead, not truly awake. “Sleep, my Vince.”
Pressing close, I closed my eyes and breathed in his vanilla scent. “I love you.”
Don moaned, but he didn’t return the sentiment. Yet. He would, and we had time. Plenty of time. Because I wasn’t leaving. I would kill that stupid soulmate if I had to. Don was mine. I did not deserve him, but I was sure as hell keeping him.
Chapter 43
More fucking decisions.
I moaned, and Vince growled around my cock, sending vibrations up my shaft. I’d moved, which he didn’t like, because it hurt me. Every time he cleaned my injury and oiled my skin, he sucked me off, though he never let me reciprocate.
His silky tongue moved over my length, and I cried out, balls high and tight. I was close. Vince worked his tongue over the head of my cock, and I whimpered, then loudly yelled when he licked the slit.
“Vince, please!”
Soon,he thought. Vince was enjoying sucking me, but he liked pushing me toward my breaking point. All I could think aboutwas his tongue on my bare skin. It had felt amazing. I’d never experienced anything like it.
Vince kept sucking and stroking my cock until I struggled to keep still, constantly begging him. He moved to the tapered crown and ordered,Come for me, my Don.
I came with a shout, head arching back as my hand fisted in his hair and my tail strangled his wrist. Pleasure zinged along my nerves, burning me. The waves of my orgasm dragged me under. It took me some time to come back to awareness. Vince, like always, was licking all of my seed off. I squirmed, sensitive, but he continued until he was done, then lay against my side.
“Please, my Vince,” I asked. He hadn’t had any release since his injury.
“No. Klars said my shoulder plasters can come off today, and I want to fuck you. So nope. I’m saving it.”
I ran my hand over his back. “I would like that.”
He kissed my chest. “Of course you would.”
I kept him close against me as Vince nuzzled my neck and smoothed his hand over my side. I groaned.
Vince smiled against my neck. “Sleep.”
My eyes started to close, but a random thought passed through Vince’s head. He planned to go to the med bay after I fell asleep, then check in with Seth on how the hunt for the humans was going. Seth was probably on board, but he might be with Kalvoxrencol. The thought of Vince being on the station without me made my eyes snap open and my breath harshen.
“Sweetheart?”
“I will go with you.”
