The Elder's Mate

Fifteen - My Love

The object looked exactly as she had envisioned, and with a few modifications Kokum made to it, it was perfect. Glinting darkly in the shadowy room of the forge it was now part of a grand plan Artemis had worked on with Dhare.

"While deadly, I have revised the design of the edge of the blade to not be sharpened for use."

"This is beautiful, Kokum. I think it's time we let Rhage in on the idea. My little embargo is officially lifted." She proclaimed as she traced her fingers along the intricate design etched into the metal.

Dhare nodded in agreement, her mate's eldest standing next to Kokum across the table from her. "Yes. I dislike hiding information from my sire. He will not be happy."

Artemis sighed, "He's already upset that I won't tell him what we've been up to. He's so damn territorial." Even though it was frustrating that he had only become that way over the past three days, she secretly loved his possessiveness. It was adorable how his face would scrunch up in annoyance.

"Yautja males are territorial over their chosen life mates by instinct. We will fight those who lay their hands on our female." Kokum explained, the Yautja busy wrapping the newly forged object in a cloth before placing it into a metal box.

She thought of the last few nights she had spent with Rhage in their bed as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of her. His careful attention to her body expertly extended the pleasure to the absolute maximum with every stroke of his fingers, his cock, or that sinful reptilian tongue. That tongue of his was diabolical and he knew what made her scream now.

Just being intimate with him had awakened a side of him she hadn't seen before. His possessive side.

With each moment their bodies spent entwined with one another, she learned something new about herself. She loved how such a large being was so gentle. Having sex with Rhage had opened the doors to new heights their relationship could go. Even despite all of this, she still hadn't found the right time to admit her own feelings.

Surely, someone his age, would see it so clearly but she still worried. A small part of her was terrified to admit it and one day have him leave her, just like everyone else had.

Rhage was the calm shore in a raging sea. He was the lighthouse that safely guided her heart home, home to him. This tall scary alien had become the love of her life in just a few weeks. Everything she had wanted in a partner was there, with a few extra bonuses of course.

"Good luck with the leader, Artemis. I pray this plan is accepted with open arms." With that the Forge Master Yautja returned to his work leaving Dhare to collect the box on their way out.

A few minutes later they entered the bridge of the ship. A few males were at the controls off to the sides of the room while Rhage stood at the viewing window at the forefront, his long flowing blue cape falling to the floor behind him. His locs fell gracefully to his shoulder blades, the jewelry glittering in the artificial lighting that lit up the room.

Just past him she could see Saqqar. For two days they had been in stasis above the planet. They wouldn't make landfall until the negotiations were signed and completed.

Rhage turned to meet her nervous gaze, clicking in a manner that she had come to understand as questioning. His predatory lime-green gaze swept from Dhare to her when they stopped before him a few feet away.

"Hey babe, you get to find out what the others and I have been working on." She tried to put on her best and most confident smile, but she still found herself withering under his narrow gaze.

"And what is it you and the others have been working on?"

Artemis had to focus on the task at hand and not get distracted when his biceps bulged as he folded his arms across his chest. His body was a walking distraction. It should've been illegal to look that mouthwatering.