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My gaze flew back up to his when the other thing he said hit me.Important people to them.“You called me your mate,” I blurted, my fingernails digging into the chair to keep me still, to not dive for him like my body was telling me to do. “It’s said your kind search for your mates an entire lifetime.”

He nodded again, a small movement. “An oracle on Deeha Prime told me I’d meet my mate on Rojab One.” His hand lifted, then stretched toward my temple where he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “When I saw you at my door, I knew my wait was over.”

The air in my lungs froze. I was hismate?Truly? The idea was too far-fetched, too fantastical to entertain. But the fluttering of my stomach, the blood pumping thick in my veins, wanted it to be true.

“How long have you lived here?” I was both scared of andneededthe answer.

His fingers skimmed across my cheek to cup my jaw, creating tingles in their wake. “Almost two hundred years.”

He’d waited that long for me? My head, my whole body, went weightless in realization. In the next breath, I launched myself at him. I kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and pulled on his cords of his hair. He captured my lips with a groan, squeezing me tight to his bare chest. And suddenly, there was too much clothing between us.

He seemed to be thinking the same thing, because his hands fumbled with the top of my pants.

I broke the kiss to pant, “What was the talking in my head thing?”

Like this?And there he was, filling my mind. Exactly where he was supposed to be. He unzipped my pants.Need your flavor on my tongue.

“Yes.” It was exactly what I needed. Especially with how long and thick I’d managed to make that appendage in my dream. What had been him and what had been my imagination?

The nebula definitely had to have been his creation. I couldn’t have thought it up on my own.

He laid me back on the seat, then slid my pants and underwear down my legs. The cool air of the lab swirled between my thighs. I was as wet as I had been in the dream. He tossed my clothing over his shoulder and hunkered down in front of me, hooking his arms around my thighs to pull me closer to the end of the chair.

This.He pressed my knees up and wide, exposing my center to his hot gaze.This is how I need to taste my mate.

The position made me feel vulnerable, but also powerful beyond words. That I could bring this spectacular being to his knees. That his need to pleasure me was so great. I gripped the edge of the chair and held on for dear life.

“Oh, God.” The first swipe of his tongue from my ass to clit sent electricity through my body like I’d stuck wet fingers into a live power junction.

So good.His voice in my head was as intimate as his tongue against my body.So perfect for me.

His tongue delved deep, as thick as some human cocks, but more satisfying with the way it stroked my G-Spot with unerring accuracy.

I want your scent on my skin.

Him being able to stuff his face and speak to me at the same time was a whole new level of erotic. He licked and sucked, then focused all of his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around.

I love the way your petals feel against my tongue. The scent of your arousal on my chin. The silk of your thighs against my cheeks. I want to bathe in your fragrance.

He thrust two fingers inside me, stretching my needy pussy. It pinched then gave way to pleasure and I wanted more.

You feel amazing, like this pussy was made to be pounded by my cock again and again.

I bucked against him, unable to stop the thrusting motions of my hips, searching for the peak of my pleasure.

You like that? When I tell you my deepest fantasies, all my lustful thoughts?

“Yes!”

You want me to tell you everything I’ve wished for in a mate and now that you’re in front of me, you’re even better, more perfect than anything I could have imagined?

Yes!

Never in a million years could I have imagined anyone as pleasing as you.

The heat inside of me climbed, entwined with the presence of his mind. I felt split open, not only my thighs and how he played between my legs, but in my psyche. Any misgivings I still held disappeared. His mind licked at me, coiled with mine as tangibly as his fingers curling inside of me and how his tongue circled my clit.

His mind stroked the outside of my body too, like a hundred hands on my skin, my breasts, my nipples, igniting my desire past any point of comprehension.