Star Mate Matched, Margo Collins [the unexpected everything .TXT] 📗

“I want you,” he whispered, as if perhaps I hadn’t gotten the message through the mate-bond.

I couldn’t decide which was stupider—giving in or holding out. But I simply didn’t care any longer. I wasn’t willing to keep denying myself. Or Dax.

“Yes.” I barely voiced the word, but it echoed between us, ricocheting through the air and my touch, spinning through us both and flashing back and forth via the mate-bond.

Dax sat up and moved to the end of the mattress. Almost reverently, he knelt on the bed, gently lifting my legs to rest on his thighs as I leaned back against the pillows. He slicked one finger against me, and I let out a soft sigh of appreciation.

He bent toward me, his tongue following the path his fingers had traced, lapping against my pussy, then my clit.

The heat of his mouth against me sent tendrils of sensation swirling through me, and I moaned aloud. “Oh. Yes,” I sighed. “Definitely more.”

“You are so wet,” his ragged voice whispered.

As he licked and sucked, he learned more of what made me moan. Soon he slipped a single finger inside me, sliding it in and out in a gentle stroking motion that matched his tongue circling my clit.

The heat at my core began to spread through me, pulsing in rhythm with Dax’s touch, until at exactly the right moment, he sucked gently, and I convulsed around his finger, shattering into a million pieces around him.

When I caught my breath enough to see again, Dax had stretched out beside me and was stroking my hair.

I reached down to stroke his erection. “I want you.”

“Definitely,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me.

I ran one finger along the head of his penis. It jumped at my touch.

“I’m not sure you should do too much of that—I might not last long, anyway, and that will only make it worse.”

“Mm.” I leaned over and kissed the tip. Dax’s groan made me laugh aloud. “Okay, okay. But that’s definitely on the agenda for later, okay?”

“Yes, please,” Dax rasped, the effect of my words obvious in his reaction.

I sobbed when he removed his mouth from my pussy but sighed in relief when he moved both hands to my hips and lifted me up enough to slide me closer to him. The head of his cock pressed against my opening, and I wriggled against it, willing him to fuck me.

Slowly, he pushed into me, stretching me to accommodate him. I moaned, and he paused as if to assess what he felt through the mate-bond.

More.

I didn’t say it, but I felt my need for him pulsing through our connection.

When he was fully seated inside me, I started to pull away a little, but paused when I felt his cock flare out inside me.

“What was that?” I asked.

“My mating spikes.”

“Spikes?” My voice rose with anxiety.

His laugh echoed through the room. “They will not hurt you.”

I moved my hips, reveling in the feeling of being stretched even more. “I’m going to have to check those out later.”

“Yes. But for now…” Dax sank into me again. “I want you to come around me. I want you to come for me.”

His attention made me feel… Cherished, I realized. That was the sensation coming through the mate-bond.

Is this what true love feels like?

I smiled and slowly began rocking back and forth, accustoming myself to the feel of him inside me.

He grasped one hip as he began to move with me, his other thumb circling my clit.

Every nerve ending inside me was so sensitized that I felt it as he began to swell inside me, growing larger as he got closer to his own orgasm. I pressed myself against his hand until I clenched around him.

My orgasm broke Dax’s control, and he cried out my name as he grabbed both hips and held me tight against him, pulsing inside me, his mating spikes fluttering against my inner walls, leaving me shaking.

With my heart still pounding, I leaned over and placed my forehead against Dax’s. “That was absolutely perfect,” I whispered.

“Braxen is leaving tomorrow to go in search of a mate for General Galatov,” Dax told me the next morning.

“I’m not certain I am comfortable helping him abduct another human.”

Dax gave me a solemn nod. “I understand that.” The look he gave me next was almost a little sad. “Are you unhappy? Do you want to go home?”

My instant urge was to reassure him that I was fine, perfectly happy. But I owed him a completely honest response, one in line with the transparency our mate-bond afforded us. “No. I am not unhappy. My time with you has been amazing.”

I fell silent, and Dax waited a couple of heartbeats before asking, “But?”

Slowly, a smile began to stretch across my face. “I’m not sure there is any but.”

“Really?”

I stepped closer to Dax, reaching out and touching his arm with my hand, allowing the mate-bond to echo the truth of my words. “Really.”

“So you’ll stay?”

I swallowed, allowing him to see and feel my anxiety, but in the end, I said simply, “Yes.”

Dax laughed aloud and picked me up to spin me around.

His infectious joy sparked through our bond. “Okay, okay,” I laughed. “Put me down. I’m not going to go with you to talk to Braxen.”

He set me gently on my feet. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to go find Lucy to see if she wants to have breakfast with me.” I gave him a shy grin. “But I’ll meet you back here afterward, okay?”

“Always.” He breathed out the word and pulled me close, capturing my lips in a kiss, his love for me pouring into me through every place we touched, filling me with hope for our future together—more hope than I had ever felt before.

Chapter Twenty-Four

DaxTwo Weeks Later

I stood at the front of the conference room, the table having been cleared out, barely refraining from nervously wringing my hands.

Beside me, Jalek stared at the odd decorations with something approaching awe. “This is the strangest