Page 63 of The Haunted Alien’s Mate
His kiss was slow, thorough, and so controlled it made me want to wreck him. His mouth tasted like amber liquor, warm and clean, and his hand slid into my hair, avoiding the dermal patch.
I pulled the hem of his shirt up. He broke the kiss long enough to strip it over his head, and I put my hands on his broad, warm chest. The muscles shifted under skin that was smoother than mine and ran hotter. Ridges tracked across him, and I traced one with my thumb. He went still under my touch.
I kissed the ridge, then pressed my mouth against it and stayed there.
His breath shook. “Cass.”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “I’m alive, and I’m not going anywhere, so stop acting like I’m about to. Rennick, I feel you inside me. Your emotions. The ship fused us, didn’t it?”
He breathed out slowly. “She likes us together.”
“So do I. A lot.”
“But she didn’t connect us, if that’s what you think. It sped things up, but our first physical contact was the trigger.”
“You mean, when you fell on your ass coming out of the ship?”
He chuckled. “Mate bonds trigger on contact. I dismissed it at first, since human and Kelvane pairs are so rare, but it stayed. You stayed.”
“And the Hollow Chorus made sure you couldn’t forget me?”
“That would be impossible, even without a nudge from her.”
“Show me.” I bit my bottom lip. “I need to see what I mean to you.”
His gaze grew even hotter, his breath hitching. “I worship you. You’re my bonded mate.”
A pulse throbbed between my legs, urgent and increasingly desperate for Rennick’s touch. “Then show me.”
He undressed me carefully. Peeled the shirt over my head, worked around the biofilm wrap, and eased my pants down over the neural sleeve. His hands were steady, and his attention was total. Every part of me he uncovered, he gently kissed, feather light. The bruise on my hip. My swollen knuckles. The edges of the wrap where the gel left my skin flushed.
I pulled him closer, and the bond opened. This time, it wasn’t fragile and flickering, but burned bright inside me. We both needed this.
My breath stuttered as the urgency from our bond ignited. “Oh, fuck!”
I felt everything. Not just his body against mine. I felt what Rennick felt. My fingers on his chest registered through my nerve endings and his. It was a sensual ghost-echo of sensation. When I dragged my nails down his stomach, I felt the scratch and the shiver it sent through him.
“I know.” His voice was rough. “I feel you too. This is how the bond works. Is it too much for you?”
“Yes! And also, I need more! Give me more.”
He kissed my throat, and I felt his mouth on my skin. He worked his way down my body. His mouth on my collarbone, the curve of my breast, the sensitive line where the wrap ended and bare skin began. By the time his mouth reached my hip, I was shaking.
“Let me know if you need to rest if this gets too intense.” He looked up at me.
“No. It’s not enough.” I got my hand in his hair and pulled. “Is this what sex is like between a bonded Kelvane couple?”
“Always. It ensures we know how to give our mate maximum pleasure. Do you like it?”
“It’s fucking out of this world.”
“Just you wait.” Rennick grinned as he eased off my underwear. He settled between my thighs, spread me wide, and then his mouth was on me.
I arched off the bed at the first touch, a helpless sound catching in my throat. Rennick’s hands tightened on my hips, holding me as pleasure rolled through me in a hot, dizzying rush. He didn’t hurry. That was almost worse. Every slow, deliberate touch seemed designed to discover what made me tremble and my breath hitch.
“Rennick.” His name came like a half plea, and I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep teasing.
He answered with a low sound that vibrated through my pussy as he sucked against my clit, and another shiver chased over my skin. The bond flickered between us, carrying a pulse of satisfaction that wasn’t mine. He could feel what he was doing to me. Worse, he liked it. The realization sent another surge of heat through me, and his grip tightened as he felt it too.
