Page 90 of Trove’s Purpose

He needed his scent on her that way. He needed all who possessed a nose to smell her and know that she was his and his alone.

But as he held himself up over her, as he looked down and finally got a good look at this sweet mate of his, all those thoughts flew away. All reason flew with them.

Because there was his Chee, laid out on his bed, covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened against her skin. Her chest was heaving with quick, desperate breaths, each one filled with a babble of words that made no sense at all. Her eyes were rolled back, glistening with tears that shed down her temples into hair that was even more wild than usual.

Even though he had stopped touching her, great, heaving, wracking jerks kept shooting through her, like she was being electrocuted. She couldn’t focus on him. He didn’t even know if she realized his tongue and hands had freed her.

She was a mess.

A broken, shaking, babbling, shameless mess.

Beautiful.

So unspeakably beautiful.

Look what she let him do to her. Look at the state she allowed him to put her in. Look what she let him and no other male do. He was not a toy for her pleasure. He was a vehicle of her destruction. And she took it so well.

He loved it.

He loved her.

Deep in his belly, the burning that lingered in his groin like his gaze on her body, surged upward. Razing him deep to the bone. Flickering through his veins. Sending fiery tendrils into his chest that pierced in through his heart.

And lower still, the burning spread like heated water, pooling through his limbs. Rushing along with the blood through every artery and vein.

Pooling in his groin.

Burning up through his cock.

It hurt.

It stole his breath.

The aching twitch. The throbbing pulse. A piece of him long since dormant, thought dead and rotted away, surging forth to painful life.

Because look at his female. Look how weak and destroyed she was. Look at how she had let him reduce her to nothing but a blithering, blabbering, blundering mess. She cried and ached and hurt for him. She let him do whatever he wanted without once asking for anything.

How could he look at her like this, how could he bear witness to such a marvelous sight, and not feel for her.

Only Chee could do this to him. No other female could possibly have such power over him. No other female would ever be able to bring his broken body to life.

Still, Trove was shaking as he let his eyes move down. Stunned by the completely unfamiliar sensations rushing up his cock.

Definitely up, because there was a tenting there at the front of his jumpsuit that was wholly new and strange. He knew what it was. Of course he did. But it was just such an oddity to be attached to him that, for a heartbeat, it was all he could do to stare at it.

His cock was hard.

He knew he was capable of getting hard. He got hard without desire, that still happened just fine. It never went anywhere, and he didn’t need to touch himself to get rid of it. The point was, there was nothing wrong with his body. It was his mind that kept him broken.

This was the first time he could ever remember being hard from desire. It was the first time he had ever felt his body reacting.

It was strange.

It was painful.

His cock was throbbing, aching like a bruise. It only got worse with each beat of his heart.

This couldn’t be normal, right? Something was wrong, wasn’t it?