“Itwillbe fun. With you there.”
His mouth descended on hers like inexorable fate. Except partly she’d made it happen, even when she’d been freaking out. Gold star for her.
She kissed him back, and she didn’t need a translator or button or a consultation with her to-do lists to feel transcendently happy. And she’d hold onto that feeling with both hands and all her teeth and…
They were both breathing hard when he finally lifted his head. He brushed his thumb over her lips, tender where his incisors had marked her.
“The devotion,” she whispered. “Ellix, that’s what I feel.”
He stared down at her, his golden eye so bright. “Azeeli. Are you asking…?”
“I have no idea where my button is, so you’ll just have to believe me.” She feathered her fingers through his whiskers. “Wherever you’re going, I want to go too. Whatever happens next, I want to be with you. Isn’t that devotion?” She grinned at him. “Well, that and a bite.”
With a groan, he kissed her again before sweeping her up in his arms to spin her toward the bed. Quite a large bed, thanks to her recommendations during the last round of renovations before launch.
They tumbled together across the luxe mattress, partly entangled even as they pawed at each other eagerly to shed their uniforms. Finally, bare skin to lush fur… Oh, it was everything she’d dreamed it would be.
The kisses went on and on, except now their whole bodies reveled in the contact: the rough velvet ruff of his mane heavy against her swollen nipples, her fingers raking like softest clawsdown his back, hips grinding in unison as if they might spark a fire to rival any star.
With every gasp and caress, she felt as if the gravity had weakened until she was flying on endless waves of pleasure. When he finally poised above her tingling body, his big thighs already stretching her wide, she could only stare up at him in wordless wanting.
She opened her arms wide, welcoming it all, and he crashed down into her, both of them moaning as the slick friction brought them intimately together.
And yea, they were indeed compatible.
His voice half broken with need, he asked, “What do you want, azeeli?”
“You.” It was all she could say through the spiral of bliss expanding through her, body and soul.
Each stroke stoked her craving for him higher, until she thought she would explode. And though she held out greedily as long as she could, her inner muscles quivering around his girth, when the moment came, so did she, seizing her orgasm with the ferocious glee of a lioness.
She choked on a ragged scream, her core convulsing around his hot, heavy shaft. Not just compatible, but utterly perfect for her.
As she floated down, dimly she heard his whispers against her flushed cheek: her name, the floral endearment he’d chosen for her, more words that her translator couldn’t decipher but that echoed like vows.
She angled her face to bring her mouth into alignment with his, tasting the salty tang of exertion and the musk of his unabated arousal. “I want your devotion too,” she murmured against his lips. “If you’ll share it with me.”
His growl reverberated through her bones, rocking loose aftershocks of ecstasy. “So demanding.”
She wanted to laugh or growl back or demand a hundred more kisses.
Instead she gasped when he reared back, dragging her upright to her knees. She wobbled a little on the giving mattress, tilting toward him, but his grip on her hips kept her from falling all the way. Despite the quiver in his whiskers, he stared at her with unwavering resolution.
“If you really want this…” His voice dropped an almost terrifying octave, a rumble of erotic peril—or promise, if she had the courage to face it. “Turn around.”
Or not face it.
Her heartbeat stuttered, her pulse zinging wildly as she scrambled around still on her knees. She glanced back over her shoulder at him through half-lowered lashes. “Like this?”
“Nay, love it.”
He lifted one paw slowly, as if giving her one last chance to change her mind and flee. But she saw the almost imperceptible tremor; he was afraid she would panic, and he longed for her to stay.
So she reached back with one hand, anchoring on his backside to yank him up close. His hips cradled her ass, the insistent nudge of his burgeoning flesh rousing her shamelessly.
“My Felicity.” Her name in his mouth was more than a promise. When he gathered up her hair in one paw, baring her nape, his raging breaths teased the tiny hairs, sending a shivering thrill down her spine. “As I am yours.”
“Not a demand,” she whispered, bowing her head under the urging of his touch. “A wish I made upon so many stars.”
