Page 37 of Keeping Freya (Warriors of Arracate #3)

T’Rak

M y mate is exquisite. She looks like a creature made of fantasies. Her pale, wet hair clings to her body, covering her breasts, a sultry smile at her lips.

I take a moment to turn on the other sprays, so we have plenty of room and she will not get cold.

I sink to my knees in front of her and kiss her abdomen. “The last two days have been hell on me. Not knowing if you were alright, not being able to do anything to help you. I need you, Fr’Ya. Please tell me you need me too.”

“Yes,” she whispers, her hands sliding in my hair, fumbling with my braids. I kiss the soft skin of her stomach and her side. My tail slides between her legs, and she opens for me.

“So beautiful,” I murmur against her skin when I kiss her cunt. I do not let a single spot go untouched, sucking, nibbling, and licking all her sensitive skin. Except for where she wants me. Except for her clit .

“T’RAK!” she cries out. “Please, it’s not fair. Please touch my clit, I need it.”

I grin against her folds. “You beg so prettily, I should make you beg more.”

“Please,” she wails, and I flick my tongue against the hard bud.

She cries out and squeezes my horns. I circle my tongue around her clit, stroking and flicking.

She is panting and starts mumbling something incoherent.

I part her folds with my thumbs, and at the same time, I slide one of my fingers inside her tight heat. I suck on her clit, and she explodes.

Wrapping my tail around her waist, I keep her steady as she cries out my name and wave after wave of pleasure rides through her. She gushes on my face, and I lap up every drop of her arousal, taking all that she is willing to give me.

“You cum so beautifully,” I murmur as I kiss my way back up her body. I caress her scars, a testament to her strength. Her body is a work of art, even with those marks.

Rising, I kiss her breasts, her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth. She clings to me, but I turn her around, chuckling. “Let me care for you now, my treasure.”

We do not speak as I rinse her hair with my shampoo.

I massage her scalp, and she leans into me, making the bond flare, and my heart beats faster.

L’Ren suggested I show her a softer side when she brought me the clothes.

She said sometimes it only takes one good shower.

Apparently, she is right, because my mate is melting into me.

I take one of the handheld shower heads and rinse her hair. She arches her back, pressing her body into me, my hard cock nestling against her lower back.

I do not put down the shower head, but pour some soap on my free hand and let it roam her body. I toy with her nipples, allowing the spray to tease her upper thighs.

“What… what are you doing to me?” she croaks out.

“You like it? ”

“I love it… The only thing that would make me happier is your cock inside of me.”

“Hands on the wall.” A command she swiftly obeys, and I move in behind her. I am going to make her wait for it a little bit more.

Now that we are safe, I feel a possessive need to claim her in any way possible, and I have a tail I am desperate to use.

I angle the shower head a little higher, while at the same time I slide my tail up her leg. She moans, her head falling and I bend over, crowding her. “Are you not done yet, my treasure? Is that little pussy greedy for more?”

The words automatically fall from my lips; they come from instinct, not experience, and with the way the scent of her arousal flares, I am guessing she likes it.

“Please, T’Rak, fill me up.”

Chuckling, I nestle my tail between her folds at her opening. She gasps, and I turn her head, claiming her mouth. Slowly, I work the tip of my tail in. I do not want to hurt her, so I cannot go far. Her inner muscles squeeze my tail, and I slowly pull back.

Repeating the motion a couple of times leaves her breathless. I nip at her ear. “More?”

“Please,” she begs, and I angle the shower head towards her clit. This time, I do not tease; this time, I go straight for her climax, which hits her in mere seconds.

I snarl, need is driving me, and I drop the shower head and turn her around. In one fluid motion, I lift her against the wall and drive my cock inside of her. Her walls flutter, and she claws my shoulders, shouting my name.

“Good?” I pant.

“So good,” she responds. “Give me more.”

And more I give her. I start slowly, long purposeful thrusts, but the way her cunt is grabbing me, I lose myself in an instant, and I thrust faster and harder. She meets my tempo, screaming and clawing at me, urging me to go faster, harder, more.

Rutting into her, I do not stop until I feel her orgasm milking my cock, and then I let go.

It is the biggest orgasm I have ever experienced, buried deep inside my mate, warm water all around us, and I ride out the aftershocks.

Wave after wave. There is so much cum, it starts leaking out, and when I pull back, the rest of my release hits the ground with a big splash.

Fr’Ya starts giggling, and I kiss her again.

“I…” I start, but I do not finish the thought out loud. I love you, I wanted to tell her. But I cannot. Not while leaving is still on her mind.

We clean up and wash each other this time. Before exiting the shower, I wrap her in the most oversized towel I could find. I sling another one around my hips and lift her towards the bed.

Fr’Ya is silent and sleepy and does not even protest my overbearingness. I tuck her into my bed and slide in right next to her.

A loud growling sound wakes me up the next morning. Immediately, I go on high alert and sit up straight.

“T’Rak!” my mate yells, and I turn towards her.

“Something is wrong. Computer lights on.” Immediately, a soft light illuminates the room, but nothing seems amiss. I hear it again, and this time I register the source—my mate.

“Are you…”

“Hungry, yes,” she snips. “Very hungry.”

I grin and get up from the bed. “I shall feed you then.”

We freshen up in record time, before I lead her to the mess hall. When we move past the sliding doors, L’Ren and D’Var are already there, and it smells incredible.

“I have missed your cooking, L’Ren.”

She smiles. “Flattery gets you an extra portion, you know that.”

“My mate needs food first.”

Fr’Ya rolls her eyes and walks towards L’Ren. “Your mate is her own person; yes, I need food. Sorry, I am so hungry I cannot think straight.”

L’Ren ushers her to sit and immediately hands her a bowl with dried roots.

“What is it?” Fr’Ya asks.

“Dried roots with seasoning, our version of chips. I am making some sort of version of space ramen for breakfast, but you look like you need something stat.”

Fr’Ya grins and starts eating. “This is delicious!”

L’Ren beams. “Thanks, I made it myself.”

The two keep on talking, and I focus on D’Var.

“How long till we get to the Ring?”

“Three days.”

I nod, that is good. That will give me more time to bond with Fr’Ya.

“How are things going with your mate?” D’Var asks me through our bond.

“She is warming up to me, but still wants to leave. Your mate gave me some excellent advice yesterday. About a shower, that went really well.”

“If it went like it did for me, I am happy for you, my friend.”

I arch a brow, D’Var is boyish and makes jokes, and sometimes he forgets I am still his captain.

L’Ren intervenes with steaming bowls of noodles, and we eat, while the females keep chatting.

After breakfast, I turn to my mate. “Will you be alright for a while? I need to do some work, but only for the rest of this morning. After that, I will make sure D’Var and O’Rec handle my responsibilities.”

D’Var snorts, but Fr’Ya smiles at me. “I would like that, and that works fine. Maybe Lauren can show me around that garden she told me about?”

L’Ren perks up and starts chatting, so I give my mate a small kiss on her cheek before I leave for Command.