He lowers his head and his tongue swipes through my folds and over the small bundle of nerves at the apex. I gasp and arch against him, desperate for more.
He growls low in arousal as he runs his hands over my thighs, opening me further to his gaze. “You are perfect,” he says, his voice full of reverence.
Carefully, he pulls my legs over his shoulders then returns his attention to the sensitive bud, tracing his tongue over the hooded flesh until I’m gasping and panting beneath him.
He bands one arm across my hips to hold me in place as he continues to explore my body. I gasp again when he gently inserts one finger into the entrance of my core. Slowly, he thrusts in and out until he reaches a sensitive spot that sends me soaring to new heights of pleasure.
The small muscles of my channel flex and quiver around his finger until I’m desperate.
“Varus.” His name escapes my lips in a breathless whisper. “I want you.”
“I am here,” he answers. “I am here, my linaya.”
He concentrates his attention on my folds once again, swiping his tongue across the sensitive pearl at the apex. I moan as his finger moves in and out of my core, creating the most delicious friction.
I’m so close, I’m nearly there.
He growls, low in arousal, and the sound vibrates through my core, heightening my desire. My entire body goes taut for a moment before I cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. He continues to lap at my folds, wringing out every last second of my orgasm, until I gently push him away. I tug at his shoulders and he moves back up my body until his face is even with mine.
I cup the back of his neck and pull his lips down to me, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. Something hard and warm bumps against the entrance to my core and I gasp at the sensation.
He pulls back and I glance down my body to see the hard length of his erection. It seems he does have similar anatomy to human males. I reach down and wrap my hand around his length. He’s so large, my fingers can’t reach all the way around him.
The breath explodes from his lungs as I gently stroke his length. “My stav is very sensitive,” he rasps.
I explore him. His stav is like soft silk over hard steel. His entire length is covered with layers of ridges and I try to imagine how that will feel inside me.
I position his tip at the entrance to my channel and wrap my legs around his hips in encouragement. “I want you, Varus.”
He stares down at me in wonder. “You would already accept me into your body?”
Shyly biting my lower lip, I nod. “Yes.”
He kisses me again but then gently pulls back. “I am honored that you choose me to be yours, Lilliana, but we cannot mate yet.”
I wrinkle my brow. “Why not?”
Gently, he brushes the hair back from my face as he regards me, his gaze fiery and possessive. With a slight clench of his jaw, he sighs heavily.
“I am feeling better, but I am not fully recovered yet from my battle with the Wind Drakarian.” He skims the tip of his nose along mine and growls low, sounding frustrated. “And I want our first mating to last several hours.”
My toes practically curl at the thought as he captures my mouth in a claiming kiss.
He pulls back and his nostrils flare as his eyes meet mine, his lids heavy with desire. “I can scent your need, my mate. I long to enter your body and fill you with my seed so that every unmated male within several arcums will know you are mine and mine alone.”
Something about his caveman-like declaration makes my heart flutter.
“Tell me you are mine,” he growls, his eyes ablaze. “I need to hear it.”
A small part of my mind tells me this is happening too fast, but another, more insistent part reminds me that I could have died several times over since our ship was attacked by pirates. Life is short and fleeting. So, if this gorgeous man wants me, I am all in. This is a new world, a new life, and I plan to enjoy as much of it as I can.
I reach up and cup his cheek. “I’m yours,” I agree. “And you’re mine.”
He flashes his handsome smile and pulls me into his arms, hugging me close. “I never imagined that I would be so blessed with such a perfect mate,” he whispers into my hair.
Tears sting my eyes and emotions lodge in my throat as I pull away to gaze up at him. I cup the back of his neck and tug his lips down to mine, showing him how much his words mean to me.
To pass the time while Varus recovers, we explore each other. I tell him about my life on the ship, my friends, and how we’ve survived since we crashed on this planet. How every day, we hold out hope that more survivors are out there somewhere.
As we talk, he tenderly brushes the tips of his fingers up and down my arm and then over my bare shoulder and back as if memorizing my body through touch, and I do the same.
“You said the other draka was a Wind Drakarian. What does that make you?” I ask, curious about his world.
“There are four Clans: Fire, Wind, Water, and Earth. My people are of the Fire Clan.”
“And the rest are your enemies?”
He shakes his head softly. “No. We have an uneasy alliance with each, but of the other three, the only Clan I truly trust is the Earth Clan. Most of them work as Healers among our people, so they have always been neutral.”
“Did you know the draka who attacked you?”
He nods. “He is Raidyn. Prince of the Wind Clan and my rival for you.”
“For me?”
“Females are scarce,” he
