Then my mate pushes into me, and he’s so big that a gasp catches in my throat. I feel every ridge of his cock as he enters me, I’m so tight. But God, it’s so freaking good that I cry out. My fingers claw at the rock, desperate for something to hold onto. But there’s nothing. There’s just Vektal and his cock pushing into me.
He pushes even deeper, and then I feel something push against my bottom, feel the prod of that hard spur against the bud of my ass. That sends an entirely new set of sensations shooting through me, and I practically leap off the rock. “Again,” I cry out when he pulls back. “Oh fuck, do that again!”
Then he thrusts into me, and instead of rubbing against my clit, the spur pushes against the entrance of my ass. It feels weird and tight and oddly arousing. “We’re definitely going to have to add doggy style to our repertoire,” I tell him, panting.
“My sweet resonance,” he grits out. “You—”
Something bright flashes in the sky. I freeze under Vektal, and we watch, breathless, as a spaceship, swimming with lights, hovers in the skies over the mountain. It circles and then hangs in the sky over the spot where the old cargo bay was left behind.
Where we were left behind.
I can’t move as I watch the sky, waiting to see what happens. Over me, cock-deep inside me, Vektal is frozen as well.
The ship seems to hover for forever. Then the lights blink off, and it lifts up, winking out of the atmosphere.
I gasp with relief. “It’s gone?”
“It seems they do not want metlaks,” Vektal says, amusement in his voice. “And you, my sweet human, are now forever part of this world.”
I touch my breastbone, and then I begin to thrum anew, my purring matching Vektal’s. “I’m yours forever, aren’t I?”
“Forever,” he says, thrusting deep once more. He pumps into me over and over, until I’m crying out with my release. It’s swift and rough, just like how he’s taking me, and Vektal’s own release is but moments behind. This time, when his seed spurts into me, I don’t feel the heat of it. My body temperature’s warmer now, like his. I’m not sure how it’s possible, because a fever can damage humans, but I suspect the khui is busy inside me, rewriting all kinds of genetic things to make sure that I have a long, healthy life on this new planet.
Vektal lifts me off the rock and pulls me into his arms, and he can’t stop kissing me. I laugh and kiss him back, and then we fall into the snow together, our pants down.
I huff, exhausted but still humming from within. I stare up at the night sky, checking for more spaceships, but all is quiet.
For better or for worse, we’re here. I’m thinking it’s for better. In fact, I know it’s for better because the man next to me pulls me against him and begins to lick and nibble at my earlobes. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to do that again,” I tell him breathlessly. “My khui doesn’t seem to be calming down much.”
“I’m told it’s most intense during the first few days of resonance. After that, we should be able to walk normally,” he teases.
Well, thank God for that. “And then what comes next?”
“Home. Our den together.” He touches my stomach. “Our kit.” His fingers caress my flat stomach. “Hopefully the first of many human and sa-khui matings.”
That . . . sounds pretty good to me. I push him onto his back, noticing that even my busted wrist doesn’t hurt much anymore—the khui at work, maybe? I smile down at my mate. “Just as long as you don’t go resonating for anyone else.”
He shakes his head somberly. “One resonance mate. We mate for life.”
I like the sound of that, too.