“Will you be mine? And I will be yours?”
“What about Earth?”
“If you really want to, I can take you back there, but…” The pounding in my heart was painful as I made myself promise her these things. “…what do you really have to look forward to there? What do you really have holding you to Earth?”
“Nothing, really…”
“And what do you have holding you here?” We both felt the trill of electricity go through my fingertips into her cheek.
“You, Kajo…a life with you.”
“Will you stay with me, then?”
She looked up at me, brown eyes a hint sad, but mainly excited. “Yes.”
I turned to face the crowd. They had been waiting, muttering to themselves, watching our exchanges, none of them daring to read our minds or lips, with my telepathic guards standing nearby to monitor our privacy.
“Dear citizens of Farian…” I raised our clasped hands in the air. “Please cheer for your soon-to-be Queen, Daphne of the Earth. Tomorrow, we will hold a ceremony to bless her as Curan. She already has given me her blood, and she has had Curan blood return to her, as well. She is my Destin…Tomorrow, we make it official.”
There was a slightly disgruntled silence, then Sasrin clapped his hands high in the air and cheered. Everyone in the hall followed his example. My Daphne and I were ringed by spectators and congratulators as I flung fireworks into the air with a bit of telekinetics bouncing off the suspended chandeliers.
Daphne’s eyes strayed once to the sword in my sheath, but then her eyes were on me. Soon, her lips would be on me, too.
She would be my Queen.
Thirteen
Daphne
For once, he let me pick out my own clothes. There was an array of ceremonial robes that were typically worn by Bordash women when they were being accepted into Curan culture. I, however, chose something from off-world, from another planet not too far away. It honestly looked a lot like a prom dress I had had in high school, but Kajo didn’t even know what prom was. All he knew was that I looked drop-dead gorgeous in the yellow and black silken gleam, bare midriff and lace top.
I wasn’t entirely sure what the ceremony would be like for me to be accepted as a Curan, but there would definitely be some resistance from the Farian population. Kajo had been so adorable when he sat down with me and explained that jealousy would be rampant, that it would only be because he was King that I wouldn’t be stoned with tomatoes, that his planet had come so far for respecting Curan/Bordash unity, but that there was a bit of a nationalistic drive that said off-worlders were inferior. Especially Earthlings. His eyes had been so deep and delicious when he was speaking…I smiled just to think of it. He truly cared for me.
And, I found that I was caring more and more for him…
Even though I had just seen him execute someone with a sword.
This was a different world, different culture, with different imperatives for consequences and rewards, I had to remind myself. The only things I would be missing from Earth, besides a general sense of comfortability with my own species, would be Vania. Maybe Sean, but I saw him so rarely. I would miss, Vania, though…we had been friends since elementary school, when we both were having rough childhoods and bonded over sisterhood found outside bloodlines.
If only she could see me now…
I spun in front of the mirror, admiring myself.
Kajo appeared in the doorway behind me on the last spin, smiling in the reflection in the mirror, and I laughed and ran into his arms.
“You look beautiful,” he said, breathing the words into my ear. He smoothed my hair and I nuzzled into his neck, smelling the brutal, wild pheromones of the Destin connection. My fingertips kneaded into his back, as if of their own volition. It was hard to keep my hands off him, it was hard to keep his dick out of me…
As if reading my mind, which he very well might have been, he pushed me back against the wall, his lips hungry on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, circling, teasing. I could hardly catch my breath at the ferocity.
Then he dropped to his knees. He lifted my full-length skirt and draped it over him. He slid his fingertips under my panties and traced their hemline around my waist and back. Then he tugged them down. He spread my legs apart and I leaned back into the wall, putting a hand to my forehead, dizzy, as his fingers ran up and down my inner thighs. Then his hands were gripping my legs and all I could see was the bump of his head leaning into me, and then his tongue flicked at my clit.
I moaned, a moan that grew louder as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers kneading my legs hard. His hands moved around to my ass and squeezed, pressing my pussy into his face so he could lick up and down the opening.
I was wet, so wet.
He inserted one finger into me and pushed it up hard, feathering it around for the G-spot, tickling it, pressing into it, then withdrew. He inserted two fingers this time, pressing them in up to the last knuckle, his mouth still on my clit, his tongue circling around it, lovingly exploring. His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy.
I gripped his shoulders through the silk gown, breathing heavily, heartbeat in the clouds, vision blurring. He pumped his fingers in and out faster, alternately sucking on and licking my clit.
How could his tongue send such sparks of pleasure through my entire body?
“Choke yourself…” The words came into my mind so clear, sent through his telepathy.
So, I obeyed…I clasped one hand around my throat, holding it high, leaning back into the wall as his mouth and fingers ravaged me. I pressed so hard into my neck that I was beginning to feel
