Page 25 of Wayfinder (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #5)
I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. “Please, Jutuk,” I whispered, my voice filled with raw honesty. My hand gripped his ass, the contact sending a jolt through me. “You are mine,” I declared, asserting my possessiveness over him as I lifted my hips, pulling him closer.
As he pressed his body against mine, I felt the rumble of a primal growl escape his lips.
His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer as I gasped for air.
I felt every inch of him as he slowly entered me, a hot and pulsating warmth that spread through my body.
He began with gentle movements, testing the depth and angle before plunging into me with force and intensity.
His slow and deliberate thrusts sent waves of pleasure through my body, causing me to arch my back and cling to him.
Every touch, whether it be the warmth of his breath on my ear or the slight pressure of his teeth against my skin, intensified the sensations coursing through me.
With each touch, our connection deepened, weaving tighter and tighter around us like gossamer threads. Our bodies moved in unison, voices barely a whisper as we surrendered to the pleasure and the pull of our bond. Every gasp and tremble only strengthened our undeniable connection.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
“Goddess, you feel so good,” Jutuk panted as he shuddered against me.
He grasped my breasts with both hands, his palms pressing against the soft flesh.
His fingers traced circles around my nipples, gently tugging and twisting them until I couldn’t hold back a moan.
As he pulled out of me, I felt a deep ache inside, desperate for him to fill me again.
My body pulsated with pleasure, building towards another climax as I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation.
“Open your eyes,” Jutuk demanded with a grunt.
“I need to see you. I want to watch you come.” His gaze locked with mine as he thrust faster… deeper.
I clung to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and my legs around his hips.
My body arched to meet his thrust, every movement causing friction between my stiff nipples and the slick, glistening pelt of his chest. The scent of sweat and sex filled the room with a heady aroma, like an aphrodisiac.
As he pushed deeper inside me, I felt his hard, throbbing cock pulsing against my inner walls.
My body tensed as my orgasm built, ready to crash over me like a tidal wave.
Jutuk’s breath hitched as he felt me tighten around him, and he groaned my name under his breath.
His hips rolled against mine, each movement driving him deeper.
Our bodies tangled, moving in perfect sync as if we had fused together, two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly.
I was on the brink, my body trembling with anticipation as he kissed me with an intensity that left me breathless.
His thumb expertly rubbed circles on my sensitive clit as he thrust inside me, a perfect rhythm that melded our bodies together.
I felt lost in sensation, unable to distinguish where I ended, and he began.
I wanted to savor this moment forever, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.
It was too intense, too overwhelming, and I could feel myself spiraling towards a powerful climax.
My back arched off the bed as I cried out in pleasure, completely consumed by the sensations coursing through me.
With a low and primal moan, Jutuk called out my name and thrust into me one final time, heat erupting deep within my core as he bathed my insides with his essence. Shuddering, he collapsed onto the bed beside me.
“My mate, mine,” he whispered, a possessive edge to his voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I never wanted this to end. I lay locked in this embrace, our bodies pressed together, his warm breath tickling my skin. Our eyes fixed on each other, our foreheads touching, as we shared a moment of pure connection.
In the quiet aftermath, we lay entwined and tangled in the sheets.
The only sound daring to interrupt the moment was the whisper of an errant kiss.
My heart raced, my skin tingling from the pleasure washing over me in waves.
I’d never felt so completely and perfectly fulfilled, both physically and emotionally.
“Are you okay, my mate?” Jutuk’s voice was gruff with spent desire yet held the faintest modicum of concern.
“I don’t think it’s possible to be any better than I am right now,” I sighed, then a low rumble echoed from my stomach.
Jutuk raised his head, staring at my grumbling stomach like a beast to be vanquished.
“I am not taking care of you properly, my mate.”
“I’d say you took care of me just fine,” I giggled, stretching and pressing my body against him.
“You have not eaten.”
I shrugged, food the last thing on my mind at the moment.
Still, it was a long way until breakfast. I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall above the couch.
Unlike the circular timepiece I was used to, alien clocks were two horizontal columns with strange markings that told everything from am to pm and the lunar cycle.
I’d learned to read it well enough to know that the Baron would have already finished dinner, and the girls would have put the kitchen to bed.
“Are you suggesting that you want to cook for me?” I grinned at him, teasing.
“Goddess, no,” Jutuk shuddered, apparently finding the idea horrific. “I cannot even work the food replicators correctly. However, there is a place I would like to take you to where we can find food... if you will come with me.”
“I’d follow you anywhere,” I said with my whole soul.
Of course, it took another roll in the sheets and a round of shower sex before I followed him, and we stood together outside a set of white double doors.
Jutuk didn’t knock, instead he swept the doors open to reveal a pristine apartment decorated in shades of gray and white. It looked like something out of Architectural Digest, but the savory scent of food wafting through the air made it feel homy.
I immediately recognized the woman coming from the back of the apartment. She was elegant and lovely, wearing a pale teal caftan with her myriad of braids piled high on her head.
“Sister,” Jutuk beamed, slipping an arm around my waist, and pulling me against his side. “I believe you know my mate, Pearl.”
A broad smile split Jala’s striking features as she strode up to me, pulling me from her brother’s arms into hers.
“I am thrilled for you both.” Jala hugged me tightly.
“Thank you.” I smiled at her, watching as she playfully cuffed her brother on the shoulder. I guess siblings were alike, whether on Earth or in space.
“Have you eaten?” Jala gestured toward the part of the apartment emitting the delicious aroma. “My mate’s culinary skills are nowhere near as good as yours, but he makes an excellent Vardesian stew.”
As if summoned, another male entered the room.
He stood a few inches taller than Jutuk, though not as broad.
His face had human features, save for the slightly broader nose and fangs that showed at the edge of his lips.
His pelt was thicker than Jutuk’s and was a deep tan color.
His hair was golden and flowing over his shoulders in a dense mass of waves.
I nearly laughed aloud when I realized what he looked like.
.. the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz. .. except hotter. Much, much hotter.
“Pearl, this is my mate, Praxxan.” Jala introduced the male as he came to her side, pulling her against his side. The affection between them was palpable. It made me wonder if Jutuk and I appeared like that to others. I hoped so.
“The greeting is my pleasure,” Praxxan told me in a deep baritone, bowing smartly from the waist. Then he grinned impishly and punched Jutuk in the shoulder. “Congratulations, my brother.”
“I am a very lucky male indeed,” Jutuk beamed, and I felt the press of his lips against my temple.
“Uncle Jutuk!”
The child dashing toward us was the perfect blend of her mother and father, with her father’s coloring and long flowing name and her mother’s features.
Jutuk dropped his arm from around my waist to scoop the child up as she barreled toward him.
“Hello, my princess!”
The sight of him holding the child, complete adoration on his face as he gazed at her, made my ovaries swell near to bursting. I’d never considered children before, but the idea of him holding our daughter like that made my eyes sting with longing.
The girl nuzzled Jutuk’s cheek before turning her dark gaze on me. “Who is this?
“Priemba, my heart, this is Pearl... my mate.”
“Your mate?” Priemba’s gaze darted between Jutuk and me. Her brow furrowed, revealing the adorable countenance of an angry kitten. Although as cute as she appeared, it tore at my heart to think she wouldn’t accept our mating.
I had only a second to worry before a wide smile split Priemba’s face, and she launched herself at me.
“Aunt Pearl!”
Her body seemed heavier than a human child of her stature, but no matter.
I held her tight, feeling the warmth radiating from her small body and breathing in her sweet, earthy scent.
I sensed Jutuk’s gaze fixed upon me and felt the uptick of his heartbeat as he watched us.
Nearby, Jala and Praxxan chuckled happily.
I blinked back tears of happiness, laughing. For the first time in my life, in this endless expanse of space, I grasped the true meaning of contentment and experienced what it truly meant to be loved.