Fate's Encounter

Chapter 23: In The Air Tonight

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! 18+!

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Xai'an felt himself harden to near painful portions at her admittance. The Yautja from his cousin clan had spoken true words after all. He knew that she was not in her fertile time because he would smell it. His mate simply wanted him and he would not deny her. Xai'an went to her small frame as she sat there looking at him with such need, the smell of her arousal fueling him to rip the garments that ooman female gave her off. 

Her surprised cries at his strength only made his need to dominate her in the nest he made her greater. His hands found her small waist and pushed her up into her soft materials. Every instinct told him to roll her over and rutt her until she couldn't take anymore, but he knew he was going to have to prep her for him again. He was simply too big for her to take otherwise. 

His hands went to her thighs to pry them apart. He knew he wanted to taste her again. The sounds she gave when his tongue went over her little pearl of flesh drove him insane and he wanted to hear it again. 

He opened his mandibles and gripped her inner thighs before thrusting his tongue inside of her small opening. His mates back arched off the bed, a surprised gasp coming from her. She tasted divine as he swirled his tongue around, learning her every curve inside. 

Xai'an reached for her breasts since he didn't get much opportunity to play with them the last time and that had been a shame given her response. With his face at her center, he had to hook knees over his shoulders so he could multitask. When the plump roundness filled his palms, Z's breathing hitched and her hands clamped over his. She squeezed as she directed him on how she liked to be touched, all while working her with his tongue. When he brushed her nipples with his thumb, her body bucked wildly under him, so he did it again.

"Oh, yes Xai'an!" She screamed his name, making him purr with the praise. It was only then that he went for that pearl that he knew so well. He recalled that she seemed to favor long, firm strokes and he gave that to her now. She began to moan, her hands finding his hair to use as handles to push him further in between her legs. He growled and resisted the urge to sink his length into her right then. To pull on a male Yautja's mane was a very intimate thing indeed. It was how the female Yautja managed to coerce uninterested males into the act of mating. Instead, he brushed her nipples again with his thumb, this time circling the pebbling nubs.

Xai'an felt her breathing catch. He knew she was about to climax and wildly ran his tongue over her to help her along. She screamed for him again, her body pulsing so hard he could feel it in the veins of her thighs. Once again he thrust his tongue inside her, tasting the slick her pleasure produced before the waves of her pleasure faded. She twitched at the intrusion but he knew it was due to the intense pulsing she was feeling right now.

When he was satisfied, he sat up to look at her. He liked what he saw. Her green eyes were hazy with her release, cheeks flushed a slight pink and those lips parted slightly as she panted. Yautja females would never allow such emotion on their face. They would never express how satisfied they were with mating because that would be a sign of vulnerability. 

Xai'an liked her vulnerability. He liked that she needed him. Everything he was taught to hate was what he adored about her. Yet, he also knew that she wasn't so weak as to go down without a fight. He didn't think he was capable of the ooman emotion called 'love' but he did know he would kill anyone who tried to harm her or take her from him. Anything she wanted, he would get her, no matter how great the task. She would never go hungry or without shelter. Everything that was his would be hers, because she was his and he was hers.