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Forever.
"Are you sure? Once we do this, there's no going back. Our first time together as mates, claiming each other. You'll be mine, and I'll be yours, completely."
"Yes." She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer with surprising strength, her heels digging into my lower back. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I love you, and I choose you. I will always choose you."
I entered her slowly, inch by torturous inch, savoring every sensation, every sound she made, every flutter and adjustment of her body, the way her body welcomed mine as though we were made to fit together, two pieces of the same whole finally reunited after eons apart. She stretched around my cock, her slick walls gripping me so tight I could barely breathe. She was perfect—warm and tight and wet and absolutely perfect, better than anything I could have imagined. I could feel every ridge of my shaft dragging against her inner walls, could feel her clenching and fluttering around me as she adjusted to my size. When I was fully seated inside her, buried to the hilt, my cock throbbing deep in her core, I paused, giving her time to adjust, fighting the urge to lose myself in her and never find my way back. I felt her heart racing against my chest, synchronized with my own thundering pulse.
"Move," she commanded, rolling her hips in a way that made stars burst behind my eyes and nearly undid my control entirely, threatening to reduce me to something primitive and desperate. The movement made my cock slide against that perfect spot inside her, and she gasped. "I need you to move. Please, Nansar. Fuck me. I can't wait anymore."
I obeyed, setting a rhythm that had us both gasping, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity, as if we'ddone this dance a thousand times before in lives we couldn't remember. Every thrust drew whimpers and moans from her lips, sounds that went straight to my core and urged me on. I pulled almost all the way out, feeling her cunt try to hold me in, then drove back in deep and hard, filling her completely. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room—the slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy taking my cock over and over. Her hands clutched at my horns, gripping them tightly as if she needed to anchor herself to me, to hold on or be swept away by the intensity of what we were creating together. The sensation of her touching my horns—so intimate, so trusting—sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, making my cock swell even thicker inside her.
"That's it," she encouraged, her voice breathy and wrecked in the most beautiful way, barely more than a whisper. "Just like that. Your cock feels so good. So deep. Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."
I increased my pace, driven by the sounds of her pleasure, by the way she said my name like a prayer, like I was something holy instead of something broken. My hips snapped forward harder, faster, driving into her with increasing desperation. I could feel my control slipping, the civilized part of me giving way to something more primal, more animalistic. My hand slipped between us, finding her swollen clit, slick with her arousal, and I rubbed tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry out and clench around me in the most exquisite way.
"Nansar!" Her inner walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper, holding me tight like she'd never let me go, like she could keep me safe inside her forever. Her pussy was gripping my cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering. "I'm—I'm going to—oh God, I'm so close—"
"Let go," I urged, my own control fraying at the edges, threatening to snap completely. I could feel my balls drawing up tight, my cock throbbing inside her, ready to explode. "Come for me. Come on my cock. I've got you. I'll always have you."
She shattered beneath me, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, consuming her entirely. Her cry of ecstasy echoed through the room, raw and uninhibited. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, spasming and clenching in rhythmic waves, milking me, trying to pull my seed deep into her womb. And the sight of her—beautiful and undone and completely mine—was the most perfect thing I'd ever witnessed in all my years of existence. The feel of her climax, the way her body gripped and released me in rhythmic waves, the pulsing heat of her around me, the gush of her release coating my cock and dripping down my balls, triggered my own.
My control shattered completely. I buried myself as deep as I could go, grinding against her, and roared her name as my release overtook me. My cock pulsed and throbbed, erupting inside her, filling her with thick ropes of my seed. I could feel it flooding her, so much that it leaked out around my shaft even as I kept pumping into her, kept filling her, marking her as mine from the inside out. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, radiating out from where we were joined to every nerve ending in my body. I couldn't stop—couldn't stop coming, couldn't stop grinding into her, couldn't stop filling her with my seed as her name fell from my lips like a benediction, a promise of forever and always and every moment in between.
We stayed locked together, both trembling and breathless, as the aftershocks subsided and our racing hearts gradually slowed. I pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, unable to stop touching her, needing the constant reassurance that this was real, that she was truly mine.
"I love you," I murmured against her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat. "My mate. My Chloe. My everything."
"I love you too," she whispered back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest, drawing shapes and symbols I couldn't decipher but felt in my very soul. "My Nansar."
I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she was draped across my chest, our legs tangled together in a comfortable mess. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt at peace. Whole. Complete in a way I'd never thought possible.
Whatever challenges lay ahead—whatever judgment awaited us on Calpa, whatever consequences I'd face for my past actions and the choices I'd made, whatever prejudice we'd encounter—we would face them together. Side by side, heart to heart, soul to soul.
Because that's what mates did. They stood together against the universe itself if necessary. And I would burn down worlds before I let anything tear us apart.
Chapter 22
Chloe
The shuttle broke through Calpa's atmosphere, and I pressed my face against the viewport, my breath catching as the alien world unfurled beneath us like something from a fever dream. Crystal spires pierced through emerald forests so vibrant they seemed to pulse with life. Rivers of liquid silver wound through valleys like veins of precious metal, catching the light and throwing it back in dazzling sprays of color. Mountains floated on clouds of lavender mist, their peaks disappearing into wisps of purple. It was beautiful in a way that made my chest physically ache—so different from the cold, sterile cage where I'd spent months as Declan's prisoner.
"It's incredible," I whispered, my voice thick with wonder.
Beside me, Nansar leaned closer, his warmth bleeding into my side—a comfort I'd grown to not just crave but need like oxygen. "Wait until you see the capital. The architecture is... well, you'll see." The promise in his voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
The shuttle descended toward a landing platform carved from what looked like pearl-white marble, veined with threads of purest gold. As we touched down with barely a whisper of movement, my heart began to hammer against my ribs. Somewhere out there, beyond the hull of this ship, my father waited.
The ramp lowered with a hydraulic hiss, and warm, fragrant air rushed in to embrace us. It smelled of flowers I couldn't name and something spicy and exotic that made my head spin in the most delicious way.
And there he was.
Admiral Cullen Blackwood stood at the base of the ramp like a statue carved from determination itself, shoulders squared in an Alliance uniform that seemed almost foreign after a lifetime of Navy blues. But beneath the unfamiliar insignia beat the same steadfast heart I'd known since childhood—still towering, still unshakeable, still the lighthouse in every storm I'd ever weathered. Silver threaded liberally through his dark hair like frost on iron, and time had etched deeper lines around his eyes, but those eyes... those were still my father's eyes.
They found mine across the distance.
The universe held its breath. Then gravity released us both, and I was flying down the ramp, my feet barely touching metal. He surged forward too, military bearing forgotten as he swept me into his arms and lifted me clean off the ground.
"Daddy," I choked out against his chest, the word muffled by fabric and tears. His embrace crushed the air from my lungs, but I welcomed the suffocation—would have drowned happily in the safety of his arms.
