Page 190 of Alien Haven
She was hollowed from her crying jag, but she realized there’d been an old weight still present since her decision to remain on Haven and become part of Clan Ilid. As she fully woke to what she’d won, the weight made itself known by dissolving. It disappeared, leaving her light as air.
She shook her head and laughed in wonder. “I had no idea I was looking for a clan. Or a place to call home. We four must be the most unlikely people to fall in love…and Haven the mostunlikely location to be paradise. Yet here we are, exactly in the right place at the right time.”
“Here we are,” Mitag echoed, glancing at them all. “Where we should be.”
“Home.” Ilid drew a deep breath and grinned broadly. “Home and clan.”
“And love.” Detodev’s voice was cautious, as if he feared naming it would risk losing it.
“Love,” Charity announced firmly. “Don’t doubt it, especially from me. But tell me trusting this is for keeps will get easier.”
“It’ll all get easier, I think.” Ilid looked at Detodev, who nodded and allowed a slight smile of hope. “We just need practice.”
They moved close. Ilid kissed Detodev’s brow, then Mitag’s, and finally Charity’s. They hugged tight, each finding shelter. Charity believed they fit together as only once-broken people could, having at last discovered compatible broken pieces.
Mitag’s lips found Charity’s during the clan snuggle. Their kiss started sweet and soft, the healing sort of embrace they’d waited for. The Imdiko was still aroused, however. It was no surprise when his kiss deepened, when it grew hungry and demanding. He broke off with effort.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, though shamefaced. “My libido took the sharing a bit further than it should have.”
“It took you exactly where you should go.” Charity slung her arms around his shoulders and gazed in his eyes. “I love you.”
His breath caught. Adoration and dark lust moved in concert in his gentle features. “I love you, my Matara.” He glanced at the rest. “All of you…you’re my world. My fantasy made real.”
Ilid and Detodev murmured their own vows of forever, stroking his long, wavy hair. Mitag’s face glowed as he contemplated them. His regard returned to Charity, who waited.
“Show me,” she breathed.
His fingers tangled in her dark hair to hold her captive for his kiss. The gentle Imdiko was left behind as lust had its say. His strength and demand told Charity better than words how much this moment meant to him. If he’d had three mouths, he’d have kissed all his promised clanmates in a ruthless gesture of homecoming.
He nipped her lower lip, then he licked the sting from it. His tongue dove in to taste, his hunger and love sweeping through her like a firestorm. She clung to him, wishing to meld their bodies into one.
Their mouths broke apart. They gasped and stared at each other. “Always?” Mitag asked, the last plaintive thread of desperate longing loosening its hold.
“Always?” Charity repeated, her heart reaching for the promise it was for keeps.
“Always,” they breathed at once.
Mitag yanked her close and cupped a breast. His thumb rubbed the nipple, bringing it to tingling life. “I have to hear you beg me for orgasm. Again and again.”
Her heart pounded. It was far from an impossible request when his expression shouted pure desire. She didn’t try to stop the moan of eagerness that rose from deep inside.
“Start by wrapping those lovely lips around my cock. Taste how much I crave you,” he growled.
Charity’s pussy clenched. She definitely had a thing for being dominated. Fortunately, she had the perfect men to explore the urge. They’d demonstrated they had no issue putting her in her place. As stubborn and rebellious as she tended to be, it would take all three to do so.
She grinned. “As you wish, my Imdiko.”
My Imdiko.How long had Mitag dreamed of hearing someone speak those words to him? Now he had the full group eager to do so: a Dramok, a Nobek, and his Matara.
Seeing how the situation was developing, Ilid and Detodev had drawn back, giving him his turn with the woman they all loved. Mitag’s vision was filled by Charity’s beautiful features, framed by the brunette waves that suited her coloring so much better than the honeyed blond hair had. Her hazel eyes riveted on him, and he detected the fierce light of love there. Love for him, blazing bright and unrelenting.
He’d won it all.
He cupped her cheeks and held her for his kiss. This embrace had neither wondering sweetness nor lustful demand. He kissed her as his lifemate, the woman he’d sworn his heart and soul to. It was a firm kiss of both possession and surrendering himself to her. Of belonging together no matter what.
He kissed her until she swayed against him. Her mouth softened in yearning submission. He released her lips but continued to cradle her face. She gazed at him, her eyes glazed. Perfect.
He slid to the edge of the sleeping mat and stepped to the floor, carefully tugging her along so she knelt on the edge. He straightened and coaxed her toward his wet, engorged cocks.
