Page 31 of Yasmin and the Yeti (Alien Abduction #25)
The scent of him—familiar and comforting despite the lingering traces of battle—enveloped her. She pressed her face into the clean fur of his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart.
“I was afraid,” she admitted in a whisper. “That you wouldn’t come back.”
His arms tightened around her. “I will always return to you,” he rumbled, the vibration of his voice resonating through her body. “Always.”
She tilted her face up to his, her hand coming up to trace the strong line of his jaw. “Show me,” she whispered.
Blue fire burned in his eyes. “You are not strong enough?—”
“I am,” she insisted, her fingers threading through the thick fur at the nape of his neck. “I need this. Need you.”
For a moment, she thought he would refuse. Then he lowered his head, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was achingly gentle. His huge hands cradled her as if she were made of the most delicate crystal, his touch reverent and careful.
He undressed her slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin with a hunger that made her shiver. When she was bare before him, he removed his harness, his powerful body looming over her.
“My mate,” he growled, the words a claim and a promise.
“Yes,” she agreed, reaching for him. “Yours.”
He lowered himself over her, his weight braced on his elbows, careful not to crush her. His fur brushed against her skin, the sensation both familiar and thrilling. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his body covered hers, their hearts beating in tandem.
His mouth found hers again, his kiss deepening until she lost all sense of time and place. There was only him, only this.
“Need you,” she gasped against his lips, her hips lifting instinctively.
He groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest. “So eager. So soft.”
One of his hands trailed down her side, exploring the curve of her hip before sliding between her thighs.
She was already wet and aching for him, her body arching into his touch.
His fingers circled her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh until she was trembling with need.
Only then did he slide one long, thick digit inside her, drawing a cry from her throat.
“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into the dense muscles of his shoulders. “I want all of you.”
He growled low in his throat, the blue fire burning in his eyes. “As my mate desires.”
He withdrew his hand, positioning himself between her legs. The tip of his kotra brushed against her entrance, slick and pulsing with need. Slowly, carefully, he pushed inside her, stretching her around his girth. She gasped at the sensation, her body adjusting to his size.
He stilled once he was fully seated within her, his breath hot on her skin. “Are you well?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
She nodded, her hands sliding down his back to grasp his hips. “More than well.”
He withdrew almost completely, the thick head of his kotra just barely inside her, and then plunged back in, filling her to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into his fur, urging him on. He set a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through her veins.
“You are mine,” he growled, his mouth moving to the curve of her neck, his fangs scraping against her skin in a primal show of possession. “Now and forever.”
“Yes,” she breathed, arching into him, offering herself to him completely. “Yours.”
The tension inside her wound tighter with each stroke, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.
She could feel him everywhere—in the heat of his body against hers, in the growl of his voice, in the very air she breathed.
They were two halves of a whole, joined in this most ancient of dances.
“Please,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his fur, urging him deeper, harder. “I’m so close.”
He responded with a growl, his hips snapping forward to meet hers, his kotra driving into her with a relentless pace. She could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her, until she thought she would burst from the intensity of it.
With a final, powerful thrust, he drove her over the edge, her body arching up into his as she came apart in his arms. Her climax triggered his own, and he buried himself deep inside her, his kotra pulsing as he spilled his seed and his ring expanded, locking them together.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. She could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat against her cheek, the rise and fall of his chest beneath her palm. She had never felt more safe, more loved, than she did in this moment.
“I love you,” she murmured, the words escaping her without conscious thought. “I think I have since that first night.”
He stilled, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “You are my mate,” he said solemnly. “My heart. My everything.”
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away, smiling up at him. “I never thought I’d find happiness on another world. But with you, I have everything I need.”
He lowered his head to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “As long as we are together, we are home.” He paused, his expression growing serious once more. “But you must rest. The sothiti will strengthen you, but it is not a replacement for sleep and food.”
She nodded, her body already feeling the effects of their lovemaking. “Will you stay with me?”
He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping securely around her. “Always.”