Orth
He tried to remember where he was, but all he could focus on was the warm and tantalizing form curled up on top of him, and the fact that his knees felt like they’d been bent in half for over a cycle.
Orth opened his eyes. Nothing. Pitch black. Had he gone blind? He turned, felt around, and straightened his knees. The glow of a control panel surfaced from under a blanket. No. He could see. It was just very dark. He breathed a sigh of relief and tried to straighten his legs.
It came back to him in a flash. The frozen corpses, the flash of light and the pounding in his head. Telling her to go.
Clover. She was here, next to him. His hands searched blindly for a light. He hit the wall of the tent and followed it up to the ceiling. The dim bulb pierced the darkness. Clover groaned in her sleep and pulled the blanket over her head.
She was uninjured. He should feel her just to make sure. Where was his med scanner? It wasn’t around here. It had been in his hand when the bomb had gone off. He’d been scanning the frozen corpses. They had not just frozen to death. They were very dead before they got that way. One had been sliced across the throat and the other had taken a laser pistol to the head. The third had probably done himself in. Orth didn’t blame him. Suhlik only kept prisoners they planned to experiment on. If he had shot his companion and then himself, he’d done them both a favor.
Either way, Clover had been right. From now on, he should probably assume that she was always right. Except when she ran from him. That was wrong. Orth ran his hands along her fine skin, checking for any injuries. He lifted the bulky sweater she had tried to hide herself in and checked her ribs. His fingers hit the underside of her breast, and despite his attempt at clinical detachment, he found himself getting hard.
“Trying to feel me up in my sleep?” She yawned, but made no move to shove his hands away.
“I am trying to ascertain if you are injured.” The breast support she wore was completely preventing him from doing so.
“Hey, I’m the dashing hero in this story, I saved your ass.”
Orth lay back down and gathered her to him. He could not hear any pain in her voice. His mate was safe.
“Well?”
He laid his hand flat against her chest and slipped the other hand into her waistband. He pulled her toward him and kissed the nape of her neck.
“I see Mr. Friendly is back.”
“I am always friendly.” He took a little taste and ran his tongue along her tender neck. This is where he would bite her when they performed the mating bonding.
“I meant… something is glad to see me.”
He did not understand, but he was too distracted to ask. She was everywhere, but he wanted more. His fingers slipped further into her clothing until he reached the patch of fur above her mound. Etlonians did not have hair. He wanted to explore hers at length.
“Scrubs.”
“Why do you insist on calling me a dishwasher?”
“What?”
“Scrubs. To wash dishes. Or the floor. Why is this name worthy of a Mahdfel?”
Clover giggled. He reveled in the sound.
“No, silly. It’s the name of a surgeon’s uniform. You aren’t going to win any bedside manner awards if you announce that your name is Mr. Teeth Ripper.”
He considered this as he reached further, lightly stroking the folds between her legs. “Perhaps you are right. I should be honored by this moniker.”
“You’re not supposed to be honored by it. It’s supposed to be innocuous.” She gasped as he dipped his finger past her lips and into the wetness beyond.
“I will be innocuous to everyone but you, my sweet.” He began to stroke her in earnest. “For you, I will let you ride my tongue whenever you please. I will fuck you with my finger or my cock until you are covered in a sheen of perspiration, and then I shall fuck you some more.” He slid a finger inside of her while his thumb kept playing with her clit.
Clover reached down and freed his cock from his shorts. Her hand grasped his shaft tightly as she rode his finger. She arched against him as she reached her climax. His head ached from pressure as his mating glands filled to the brim. The urge to sink his teeth into her neck became nearly unbearable. It ached even more than his cock, with her hand around it, stroking and coaxing him closer to his own climax. She was wet and willing.
“Let me take you,” he said as he began stripping off her clothing.
“Scrubs.” It was a breathy sound, near to surrender. Soon, she was naked. He took her nipple into his mouth and pressed his fingers back inside her.
“I am yours. You are mine.” He claimed her mouth leaving them both nearly breathless.
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say it for me. ‘I am yours, you are mine’.” His fingers slowed and he met her gaze in the dim light.
“I’m yours.”
It was nearly imperceptible, but it was there. Her permission. He would not give her time to think on it and change her mind. He rolled her on top of him, spread her legs around his hips and lifted her onto the tip of his cock. Such wonderful tightness she was, clenching just the tip of his cock.
“Yes. All of it. I want all of it.” He lowered her slowly, reveling in the pleasure on her face. He removed the last support of his hands and she dropped the last inch onto his cock. She actually squealed. He would enjoy doing that often.
“God, I’m so full.”
He wanted to banter with her, to make the moment last longer, but honestly he did not think his cock would let him. It was quite insistent that he claim his mate fully. He took her hips in his hands and began the strokes that both of their bodies craved. She was not quiet. He could not tell if she was louder riding his cock than his tongue, because honestly, his ears had been silenced for much of it by her thighs. Either way, he quite enjoyed every gasp and moan that she made.
Clover’s body clutched his cock in another orgasm and Orth’s patience finally broke. He pulled her down to him, sunk his teeth into her neck and let his cock finally have its way. He thrust deep inside and emptied himself inside his mate. His mating glands flowed into her blood and the bonding fire sent her into a spasm of pleasure. He rolled them over and began the second thrusting his cock demanded. There was enough of the fire left within her that she climaxed nearly every stroke. Even for a second time, Orth did not last long. One last deep hard plunge and he claimed his own victory, the pleasure exploding through his brain.
He collapsed beside his mate for a moment, and then pulled her close. Moments later, they were both asleep again.