Page 14 of Koha’vek (Cyborg Guardians Spinoff)

Ava

Waiting was the most challenging part in the days that followed. Koha’vek was even more broody than usual if that were possible. I was worried, too.

I didn’t want to lose Koha’vek now that I had fallen in love with him. The people in Brislow would never understand or accept our relationship. They would only see the monster I first saw when I woke up after he rescued me. They would cringe to think that I would have sex with him.

None of them would ever know he was so much more than the reluctant warrior the Mesaarkan Empire had forced him to become. He is a thoughtful and compassionate individual, both as a companion and a lover.

I’m learning to adjust to our biological differences. Mesaarkans run hotter than humans. Koha’vek is like a personal space heater in bed on cold nights. I discovered that his body temperature spikes subtly when he is upset .

Then there was a noise that he made one night when I woke up from a deeply disturbing nightmare that the Mesaarkans’ asylum was denied, and they were taking Koha’vek away. It was hard to shake because it represented my deepest fear.

Koha’vek crept across the room, adding a log to the coals. The end of summer had brought cooler nights. But I suspected that was not the only reason he was up. He didn’t say anything. He never did when I woke up like this, but he always noticed.

My throat was tight, and I was trying not to cry. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Of course, he didn’t say anything. Then I heard the sound, the kind of vibration that I felt more than heard. It was not a song, just a tone. I sat up, looking at him. “What’s that sound?”

“Resonance. It’s something we do for calm or reassurance.”

“For yourself?”

“For others.” He stood, came back to our nest, and sat beside me. “It’s how mothers soothe younglings, or how scouts let others know the path is clear.”

I blinked back tears. “You did this for me?”

He nodded. “You were trembling.”

I didn’t even realize it until he said it. I breathed in and out, letting it wrap around me. “It’s nice. It felt like being held.”

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes softened. I reached out, slowly brushing my fingers across the scales of his forearm. “Can you keep doing it?”

He moved a little closer and resumed the low, grounding hum. I curled into his warmth, closing my eyes as the tension began to melt away, replaced by the familiar feeling of safety when Koha’vek was beside me.

I woke up the next morning to the most delightful scent. Koha’vek was crouched by the fireplace, mixing oils and crushed herbs in an ancient cast-iron pot.

“Mm. Is that rosemary I smell?” I asked, sniffing the air.

“Rosemary and pine resin,” he said without looking up. “Plus a drop of crushed sweet root.”

“Is that for flavor?”

“For scent. As for something I wish to share with you, if you are willing.”

“What is it you wish to share?” He had been so kind and caring, there was little I would not do to please him. ”

“It’s a Mesaarkan ritual. One we only perform with our chosen mate. While we have bonded emotionally and physically, this will demonstrate to others that we recognize the truth in our bond. We also do it to honor each other.”

“What should I do?”

“Come kneel with me on the fur I prepared for you.” I trusted him completely, even though I didn’t know what to expect. I knelt across from him with the iron pot between us. “Okay, what’s next?”

“We will share this.” He dipped his fingers into the warm mixture and leaned forward slightly.

“You must breathe when I do,” he said. “It allows our scents to sync. If you hold your breath, it won’t take.” His fingers brushed the hollow of my throat—warm, resin-slick, careful. The scent rose immediately: sharp pine, green herbs, a whisper of something sweet and earthy beneath.

He moved to my collarbones, tracing symmetrical lines—almost like ancient warpaint, but meant to soothe, not intimidate. Our gazes locked, we inhaled deeply together, and a wave of calm moved through my chest. The scent enveloped me like a memory and a promise, wildness and home .

He offered me the bowl. I dipped my fingers into the warm, silky liquid. “Tell me where.”

“Here and here. He touched his chest just below his collarbone.

I copied his movements slowly and reverently. Koha’vek’s skin was warm beneath my fingertips. I relished the texture of his scales as I smoothed the fragrant liquid over them. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a low, contented breath.

He placed his hand over mine and held it against his chest, opening his eyes to meet mine. “You are part of me now,” he said.

I knew that already, but I just smiled and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

Even though there was nothing overtly sexual about the ritual we had just shared, my nipples tightened, and my core throbbed for attention.

As I leaned back and looked into his eyes, he gave a half smile and stood, holding my hand.

He helped me up and stepped close, so that I could feel the warmth of his body.

Koha’vek looked at me with the utmost tenderness as he raised both hands to stroke my hair from the top of my head and down the sides.

His touch was light, and his eyes looked reverent as he stared into mine.

He ran his hands down over my shoulders and my arms, taking both my hands into his.

Kissing my forehead, he led me into our nest room.

As we stopped beside our bed of furs, Koha’vek didn’t wait for me to undress.

He reached for my blouse and methodically unfastened the buttons.

It was an ordinary thing that became a slow, sensual process the way he did it.

Once unbuttoned, he pushed the garment off over my shoulders and down my arms in a long, caressing motion from my shoulders to my hands.

The blouse dropped to the floor, and he leaned down to kiss my neck, where it met my shoulder.Every touch and kiss sent surges of need through my body. His simple touches were almost more arousing than the direct stimulation of my breasts or pussy.

There was, however, no hurry. I was existing in the moment, basking in every caress. When his fingers went to my breast wrap knot, my nipples throbbed even more intensely. I was already wet for him before he did anything overtly sexual.

Koha’vek deftly unwrapped my breasts and dropped the wrap on top of my blouse. Then, he went to his knees and relieved me of my pants. Standing naked before him, I felt as though every nerve in my body was on alert, craving his touch .

He gently gripped my waist, pulling me closer so he could take my aching nipple into his mouth.

I moaned a sigh at the sheer pleasure as he began sucking on it while I started caressing the ridges and hornlike points on his head.

Delightful sensations rushed straight to my clit, and I had my first orgasm before he even laid me down.

With my first shudder, Koha’vek cupped my mons and pressed his hand against my clit to enhance my climax. I was weak-kneed by the time it finished, and he lowered me to the furs then stood to remove his pants.

I smiled up at him, further aroused by the dark, possessive way he looked at my body.Spreading my legs, I drew up my knees, and Koha’vek came down on his knees between them. His cock was extruded fully erect, and I was eager to have it inside me.

Lying over me with his weight on one forearm, he used his other hand to guide his cock into my entrance. Once we were joined, I was no longer in any hurry to orgasm again. The scent of pine and rosemary wafted between us while we kissed and caressed.

Koha’vek thrusted in and out of me intermittently with slow, deep strokes so I felt every inch of him. Neither of us was in any hurry to reach orgasm. Just being together in the moment, savoring our intimacy. He was mine, and I was his.

Some would see him as the monster I first saw, but now I saw only the male that I loved.

Lastly, he laced his fingers through mine and held them against the furs.

We looked into each other’s eyes as he fucked me slowly for what seemed like hours.

By the time he poured his essence deep into my womb and took me to ecstasy with him, I felt like I was floating.

I gasped his name and arched against him, loving the feel of him on me and in me.

I prayed silently to myself that they wouldn’t take him from me. It hurt too much to imagine continuing my life without him.