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Finally, he stops, lifts his head, and with a satisfied, almost smug look on his face, his blue tongue licks my juices from around his mouth.

“Amazing!” I lie back, not even caring that my pillow wound up on the floor somewhere between orgasm number one and number ten. “We’re mated now?”

His answer is a hearty laugh. “We’re just getting started.”

I reach to fondle one of his cocks. I don’t care which one, I just want a feel, but he maneuvers away from my hand, lifts my legs, and places his secondary at my entrance.

I’m so wet he slides in easily until he gets to the thicker spot halfway up the shaft.

The extra tightness as he pushes in makes me pant with pleasure as it presses against me.

Between the girth and the ribbing of his bumps, the feeling is out of this world.

After working himself all the way in, he pistons into me, slowly at first, then faster until we’re both groaning with every slap of our flesh. He comes with a loud groan and mine hits just as he is peaking.

“Now we’re mated?” I ask.

“Soon, my love.”

He’s still lodged in my body as he dips to kiss me. Something is different. The expression on his face is more serious, questing, as if what’s coming next is going to be the most significant thing either of us has ever done.

“Ready?” he asks quietly, his gaze never leaving mine.

I nod.

He kisses me again, just lip on lip, but the exquisite emotion behind it is as if it’s a prayer, a hymn, a supplication.

He makes sure I notice him withdraw his secondary and notch his primary against my core. When our gazes are locked, he presses in. Just as fast as he entered me and pounded to completion a moment ago, this is a slow ride as he takes his time sliding a millimeter at a time, filling me.

His primary is at least as long and thick as his secondary. I feel every delicious inch of him during this penetration. He makes sure I notice every ridge and bump on the long journey. His secondary, still slick with my juices, is now sensuously sliding across my clit.

The drumbeats somehow sound louder, everything seems more urgent, more immediate. My emotions are more keyed up as we both wait for him to fill me to the hilt. Once he does, he slides out again, so slowly it’s as if he’s consecrating me, as if my vagina is holy ground.

And then he starts pumping into me. Every slap against my flesh is punctuated with a deep grunt, then a sibilant hiss that ricochets around the room.

“Don’t come until I say,” his voice is soft, but the tone leaves no room for doubt how serious he is.

My orgasm has been building, but I try to suppress it, to tamp it down. Keeping our gazes connected helps. I could fly over the edge any moment if he just said the word.

Dipping his mouth to my ear, he husks, “Count to ten slowly, then come.”

Opening his mouth wide, he slides his tongue from my ear, down my neck to my shoulder.

As I say, “Five,” he pierces me with his fangs. I scream in pain, but it lasts less than a second as I feel his venom burn along my veins, then all I feel is pleasure. The bliss of moments ago when he made me come over and over again is like a picture of an apple compared to the real thing.

This, this is pleasure most mortals only dream of as my vaginal walls spasm around his primary. Every cell in my body is writhing in bliss, dancing among the stars as I experience satisfaction I never could have dreamed of before.

I feel his hot jets release into me and wish I could look into those beautiful, loving eyes, but mine are rolled so far into the back of my head I’m incapable of sight.

I can’t speak, can’t grunt, can’t even moan in pleasure. I can’t move or stroke his back or try to kiss his lips. If my mind were still thinking, I would wonder if I just died, but I know I’m still alive because I feel him next to me.

Now we’re mated, Love.

I heard that in my mind, not through my ears.

Can you hear me?

“Yes.”

Don’t move your lips, mate. Talk to me in your head. This is the Draalian psychic link.

You can hear me? I’m shocked.

He snuggles against me, pulls the covers over us, and says, Yes.

I finally muster the energy to open my eyes and look at him.

What Draalian psychic link?

I assumed that’s why Earth females wanted males from Draal. It’s not common knowledge?

No.

I wasn’t sure it would even work with Earth females, so I didn’t warn you ahead of time. I guess we both got a happy surprise.

Does this go away?

No.

Do we have to reactivate it from time to time?

No. Uh, yes, he amends . We have to do this all the time or the link fades.

“You’re lying.”

“Yes, I am. It will never go away.”

“But we can still do this all the time. Did your venom make my orgasm more powerful?”

“That’s what the scientists tell us. They say it’s a potent aphrodisiac.”

I hug him tight and inspect that beautiful face. Gorgeous blue eyes, interesting scale patterns from scalp to chin, mouth that’s perfect for kissing.

“We got lucky, Love,” I say caressing his cheek with my palm.

“Yes. Everyone should be lucky enough to be abducted to Earth.”

I inspect his face, looking for a trace of sarcasm or irony, but he’s serious.

I throw my arms around his shoulders and pull him tight. “We’re both lucky indeed.”