Zara was silent on the journey back to my parents’ home. I didn’t argue with our destination, too concerned by the blank void behind Zara’s eyes.
I held her hand, but her flesh was cold to the touch, and she did not respond to me.
I was coming apart at the seams by the time we reached my childhood home. The moment the vehicle stopped, I led Zara inside to my old bed chamber and closed the door.
As soon as the lock was in place, I turned her to face me and dropped to my knees.
“Forgive me, gara. I demanded you call me master, but I did not care for you as I should. I was selfish. A fool. I demanded everything and gave you nothing.”
Her pale eyes widened, but she said nothing as my hands slid the silky material up her legs, higher and higher until it was bunched at her waist in my fists. Her pussy, pink and perfect, was directly in front of my face.
Perhaps Zenos was smarter than I ever considered.
I would get her naked and make her mine, adorn her so anyone who looked upon her would know she belonged to me, know it was my medallion on a chain dangling between her breasts.
“Zara, please, accept me as your mate, and I vow that even the gods will know that while you belong to me, I am the one kneeling, That I am the one to submit to your every happiness. Every desire.”
“Isaak. I can’t do this. I can’t live on that little spaceship. I want a family. A home. I want more than you can give me.”
I leaned forward, rested my head on her soft belly, breathed her in. My home. My life. My everything. “I give you everything, Zara. Everything there is. If you want to live on Earth, I will follow you. I offer my home here on Trion. If that does not suit, we can go somewhere else. Anywhere, as long as I am yours. My heart and soul are yours, gara. Forever.”
I waited for her response, the lump in my throat too big to overcome with words. I could do nothing but wait. And hope. And pray I hadn’t been too much of a fool.
When her hands lifted to my head, her fingers tunneling through my hair, I dared to breathe again.
“Master, please. You broke my heart. Convince me. Make me believe you.”
Master.
She’d said the word once before, to Barron, during his attempt to steal her away from me. But I had not dared believe it. But I would deserve her trust. Shower her with love and pleasure. And that started now, leaning forward and nuzzling her clit with my nose.
She gasped, widened her stance. Glancing up at her, I smiled. She wanted it. Whatever it was I would give to her.
With her legs further apart, I could lick her core, lap at the arousal that was always there. For me. Her taste, as wild and sweet as the female herself, coated my tongue.
Her hand dropped onto my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. Tugging me into her. I could tease her, bring her close to her climax and retreat again and again. I could. I had. I wouldn’t now.
Now it would be the opposite. I worked her with my tongue, my lips until she was panting. Gasping. Crying my name.
My cock was throbbing in my now-tight pants. My balls ached to be emptied, filling her and marking her deep in her pussy. Soon.
First, she would know that she belonged to me. That she was mine, body and soul. A Bride’s testing wasn’t necessary to know this. We didn’t have marked palms like Everians. I didn’t have seed power like the Viken males. Fark, I was proud I didn’t need it to satisfy my mate.
When she practically ripped my hair out as she came, her desire coating my mouth, my chin, my happiness was this. Her.
Us.
When her knees gave out, I collected her into my arms, lifted and carried her to the bed. I sat on the edge, held her on my lap.
“Gara, it is time to make you truly mine,” I murmured.
“We’ve already had sex,” she replied, nuzzling her face into my chest.
Setting her before me on her feet, I held my hands on her hips, the dress falling back down around her ankles. I was eye level with her breasts, her nipples with the little rings and chain clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
From my shirt pocket, I pulled out the family medallion. It had heft, but not enough to be painful for her as it would soon hang permanently from the chain between the rings.
“Mated Trion females are adorned. I’ve mentioned this before, but it has never been the right time. Now, it is.” I held the medallion between two fingers, so she could see it. “This is my family crest. It would make me proud if you wore it.”
“Where?” she asked, her voice skeptical.
With one slow finger, I slid the strap of her dress off one shoulder then did the same with the other, so they were caught in the crook of her elbows. Her breasts were bare. Perfect. The pink nipples hardening as I watched.
Leaning forward, I licked one, flicked the hoop with my tongue. “Here.” I moved to the other nipple, gave it equal attention. “And here.” The chain swung slightly from the action.
She gasped but remained silent. “I will add jewels to the rings. Matching ones to this little Earth adornment.” I nudged the piercing in her navel. I glanced up at her. “I want to add a ring to your clit, bejewel it.”
She squirmed at my words. The idea of it made her hot. The reality of it would make her even hotter.
“Yes. Now. Please.”
My eyes widened in surprise. I was expecting her to argue, to offer up some kind of rebellion for the submission that wearing
