Straik presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh, thinking. Then he shakes his head. "No. Better to know what it says so we can find out what she's planning." But the playful, sexy light is gone from his eyes, and I'm tempted to clamp my thighs back around his head and hold him to my pussy until he's back to his normal self again. I hate his mother. So much. He lifts his head and gives my thigh one final pat. "Computer, play the message waiting for me."
A picture shimmers on screen, showing an austere-looking mesakkah male with incredibly detailed engraved horns and long, sweeping hair. He wears a robe that I'd swear was stolen out of Straik's closet, and gives the camera a haughty look. "Straik sa'Rin. I've heard news of your nuptials. If this is merely to get my attention, you've succeeded. If you truly do have a human wife, bring her to visit mine. My Milly would like to meet her." With that, the message cuts off.
I blink in surprise. "So…not your mother."
"Lord va'Rin," Straik agrees, a half-smile on his mouth. "He's heard about us and he thinks it's a ploy. Did you hear the warnings in his voice?"
I did. The whole 'if you really have a wife' thing had a fairly threatening vibe to it. "Gotta say, I'm not a huge fan of the in-laws so far, babe."
He chuckles and rests his chin on my thigh. "His timing is either perfect or suspicious. One day after the bounties are called off, Lord va'Rin reaches out to us?" Straik glances up at me. "So, then. Should we go to the Buoyant Star first or to visit my uncle as we initially intended?"
Wait, I'm the one that has to decide?
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My Ruth looks troubled. She doesn't like that she has to decide between going to the Buoyant Star and rescuing her friends or heading toward my uncle on Risda III as planned. Her legs are still wonderfully spread in front of me, so I rub my thumb over her clit, loving the gasp she makes and the way her legs clench and jerk in response. "Is that a problem?"
"I just…which do you want to do?" Her eyes close and she arches on my desk, scattering some of the tablets there. I'd shove them all off onto the floor in a heartbeat, but I like seeing her spread amongst my things, dominating them.
"You're asking me?" I roll her clit with my thumb, as gentle as possible. "A few months ago, you were demanding that I take you back as quickly as possible through any means necessary."
She whimpers, and I find the sound deeply pleasing. "A few months ago, we weren't married. I…didn't know…what you were doing." Her hips arch and her mouth opens into a wordless cry. "Straik!"
Her cunt is wonderfully slick when I tease a finger into it. "So we are a team now, my fierce wife?"
"You…know we are." Her hands flail, looking for something to grasp, and she reaches for my horns. "Want…what's best for us."
"And what is best for us?" I drag my finger slowly in and out of her channel. There's a spot just on the upper part of her walls that when I tease it with fingers—or piercing—she comes undone. I know I've hit it when her legs jerk and twitch, and she sucks in a deep breath. "Tell me what you want, my sweet mate."
"Cock," Ruth manages to choke out. "Your cock."
I growl at her words. I love it when my mate needs me as fiercely as I need her. I jump to my feet, clawing at the auto-fastener in my trou. The good thing about not wearing robes is that there's less clothing to hitch up when I claim my mate in times like this. I pull my cock free, rub my fingers along her juicy cunt one more time, and then push into her welcoming body.
Ruth whimpers, her legs locking around me, her hands skimming over my chest as I cover her smaller body with my own. "Fuck, you feel good," she breathes, watching me with such pleasure in her eyes that it makes me even harder.
I rock into her, setting a slow and steady pace. In the months that we've been mated, I've been able to “practice” more, and now I can last as long as my mate needs me to. She likes it hard and fast sometimes, though, and I follow her cues to see what she needs. When she digs her fingers into the front of my tunic and hisses filthy words at me instead of arching languidly, I know she wants hard and fast. I slam into her, angling her hips so my spur teases her clit properly, and kef the hell out of my mate on my desk. I love the sight of Ruth coming on my cock, her breasts bouncing as I piston into her, the cries she makes beautiful to my ears. Her hips work in time with mine, until our bodies are colliding into each other with such force that slapping sounds fill my office.