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The doors swished shut along with my ability to reason, and I spun to face Makir like he was the air I needed to breathe. Before I could question what had happened, Makir had unbuckled one of my overall straps and started on the next. He splayed his velvety blue fingers through my hair, nipping my ear, oblivious to Tunt’s commands. My mind grew foggier and foggier by the second.
But one thing remained clear. If another alpha serviced Makir…it would result in their immediate death.
“Fuck, you smell good.” Saliva pooled in my mouth as I unzipped the final stretch of his jumpsuit, and my knees dropped to the plush carpet.
“Up here. Now.” Makir hauled me by the armpits and scrabbled to take off my clothes. After he unclasped the second buckle, my overalls dropped around my ankles. Purring, he led us to the long couch against the cabin’s wall.
The cabin lurched. The far recesses of my brain registered that we must be taking off, and we should probably be strapped down. I wrapped one arm around Makir, and the other grasped a handhold dangling from the ceiling. Makir straddled my waist, his calves hooked behind where my heels jammed into the floor. We were as secure as my preoccupied brain could get while he pulled his erection free from his protective pouch and rubbed his hard length against my shorter, fatter one.
His tongue lashed against mine in desperation. Makir’s mane was dark with sweat around his face, and his hot skin burned my fingertips.
He broke our kiss, his voice a deep purr. “Geo, I’m on fire. I need you.”
Our cocks bumped together, sticky white webs clinging between them as they knocked and kissed each other.
One moment he sighed, “So good.” And in the next, he whimpered, “Not enough, I’m burning up.” His tail lashed against the carpet and rose, snapping like a lion tamer’s whip in the air. “Need you inside.”
Inside? Why didn’t I want to go inside again?
I vaguely recalled that someone had hurt him, and I couldn’t let the same thing happen again.
Makir licked my neck and inhaled deep drafts along my collarbone. My thighs clenched. He shifted to nip and lick the tops of my swollen pectoral muscles. I strained under his needy fingers as they pinched and pulled my nipples, and they stiffened to rocky peaks.
I massaged his velvety ass and grabbed one firm globe, then the other, opening him. The round muscles were like putty in my hands, and slippery wax leaked out. I squeezed the thick base of his tail. His cock tine ground into my soft tummy, painting a trail of pearly fluid over the coarse hairs as he let out the most delicious moan.
“Now, Geo.” He flattened his tongue along my neck. “Inside me now. Everything hurts.” His needy whimper called to me, and the tether flared with urgency. I barely registered his weight as I lifted him with one hand, circled my thick dick around his entrance, and stopped, reason returning.
“No, Makir. I can’t. I won’t hurt you like he did.” I pumped my hand up and down his hot length, determined to relieve him. More waxy slick ran down the inside of his thigh. His tail coiled around my base as if he would drive my dick into him of his own accord.
“I’m in charge here.” I pinched his tail until he released my thick erection.
“I need you, Geo, please. I’m begging you.” He squirmed with desire as I held him above me, just out of reach. “It hurts so bad. Put it in me, please.” He leaned forward, cooing in my ear, and sucked my lower lip into his mouth as if nursing from it. “I promise you won’t hurt me.”
“There are other ways, Makir.” I fisted our erections together, dipping my hand lower to collect his waxy slick and returning with it to create a seamless glide.
“No…” he whined. “The only thing that eases the ache is your seed.” He trembled in my lap, liquid eyes pleading before he squeezed them shut. “Please, Geo, I ache for you.”
My conviction wavered. His distress was so great. “You promise to tell me if I’m hurting—”
“I promise.” He rubbed his torso over mine, heat radiating like a furnace. His eyes flashed open, locking on mine, and he mouthed,It hurts.
“Unh…” I gripped the base of my cock and circled his slick entrance. One push breached the tight ring of his opening, and Makir’s whine rang through the cabin loud and clear—a siren’s song. Keeping him suspended above me with a palm on each cheek, I slowly eased the rest of the way in.
Makir’s clasped my face, and his eyes rolled back as he tried to focus. “It doesn’t hurt, Geo. It feels amazing. Only I need…more.” He forced himself down until my balls slapped his fuzzy cheeks.
He started bouncing, setting a mind-boggling rhythm in and out of his greedy ring, squeezing my fat cock like a vice on each entry. The delirious need to devour him took over, and I swallowed all his needy cries with eager lips. Any reservations had evaporated into thin air.
“Geo, your lock,” he pleaded. “Give me your lock. I need your seed. I’m so hot.” His lavender eyes pierced straight to the essence of me. In all my life, I’d never known a connection like the one I had with Makir. The tether between us zinged, like the elation that takes over when you laugh so hard you start to cry.
My hand released the soft fur of his ass before I ran it up his spine to the nape of his neck and gently squeezed, letting him take control. At once, he swallowed my erection like a starved man. I rubbed and bumped over a rough patch deep inside him, my girth encased in his tight, slick channel.
His back arched—fuck, he’s beautiful—and I memorized the perfect line of his body. I trailed my calloused fingers down his sternum and wrapped them around his long blue penis, joining his tail, already hard at work, slowly milking it. The rough patch he drove my erection against deep inside softened and opened.
I thought I’d imagined this part.
And then I slipped into heaven. My already engorged cockhead expanded inexplicably, swelling until it locked me inside. Inside of my mate.
“My mate,” I growled.
