Thomar
The smell of wet pussy and seed filled the room. The female was here, her mind somehow linked to my own, her orgasm waking me from a deep, restful slumber.
There was only one possible way my mind could be linked to the female’s; Varin had placed our mating collar around her neck. Placed her under our protection.
His naked ass moved plenty as I watched him from behind. I knew he was fucking a female, our mate, a human I had yet to see. His possessive and loyal nature already clouded his judgment. His lust and obsession filled my mind until it was hard to separate my thoughts from his, from the female’s. Her emotions surged through my mind as well. Desire. Hunger. Longing. Fear.
She rode his cock, the burning pain of his rough thrusts driving her to the edge again, her body desperate for release, for another explosion of pleasure to overcome her anxiety. Insecurity.
Despair.
How could she feel so much pleasure and so much fucking anguish at the same time?
Varin had to feel her emotions as well. Or perhaps his desperate need to feel anything other than tortured had overcome his ability to reason.
Perhaps he had finally broken under the weight of our linked minds.
I groaned softly as I felt his release building, my own cock hard and eager to fill the hot, wet pussy he had already claimed.
He intended to keep her. Which would be honorable and right. But not with my mind, my constant torment linked to her as well. I would not allow any female to suffer when it was within my power to spare her. Especially my mate.
I could not formally claim her, but I could protect her, had made my wishes clear to both Varin and Dr. Surnen. The mating collar imbedded in my spine was to be removed, regardless of what happened to me. I would not be responsible for any more suffering. I could not. Not only had the doctor not performed the surgery to remove my collar, but Varin had given our female a mating collar and fucked her into oblivion within a few steps of my death bed?
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled at Varin, hoping the quieter tone would not frighten the female. They appeared not to have heard me, his thrusting hips slowing now that he’d filled her with his seed, found relief. She moaned with each tiny movement, very small hands clinging to his shoulders as he kissed her over and over, tasting what was mine.
How could any female have hands so small? So delicate?
She was our mate. My fucking matched mate. Bad enough I had to give her up. I would have much preferred not to see her first. Smell her pussy. Hear her soft, very feminine cries of need.
Feel the longing and vulnerability in her mind. She was lost. Needed protection. Everything honorable in me demanded I provide for her, yet I was unable to do so, the failure gnawing away at my sanity that much more as Varin sated her. Filled her up, their combined pleasure roaring through my mind like shock waves.
By the gods, she felt good. So hot. So tight. So fucking wet. Varin’s obsession became my own. I would keep her. Fuck her. Protect her. Taste her. Fill her. Feed her. Bathe her…
“Varin. Stop. By the gods, you must stop.” I could not endure such hope, such obsession.
Shock came from Varin through the collars as he registered my command.
From the female mind? Ripples of pleasure mixed with anxiety. Determination. She thought she could change me. Convince me to change my mind about my fate.
She was wrong. They were both wrong.
Small feet slid down from the sides of Varin’s hips, along his thighs, and lower until they came to rest on the floor. Moments later a small female emerged from behind him. A small, very naked female. She walked toward me where I remained strapped to the bed.
My cock jumped at the sight of her full breasts and curved hips, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. Her skin was smooth and looked soft to touch. Her dark hair hung low, past her shoulders to frame her breasts. Her lips were full and ripe, her brown eyes glazed with passion. She looked exactly as a well-fucked female should.
I bit back a growl.
Mine. Fuck. She should have been mine.
“Hi. I’m Danika. You’re mate.”
“You are not my mate.” I glared at Varin, who had turned around to face me. His gaze locked with mine, unrepentant. “I thought I made that clear.”
Her mussed dark hair and graceful movement drew my attention. I should have continued to glower at Varin but could not take my eyes off the naked female. The blush of desire had darkened the flesh above her breasts. The seed sliding down her inner thighs had me clenching my fists in barely suppressed rage. My cock expanded, grew hard, hot, and painfully engorged. My entire body hummed with the need to carry her to the bed, lay her down, and fuck her until she forgot all about Varin, until the only name she could utter was mine.
Mine.
She was mine.