Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 8

chapter eight

I blinked as I returned to myself, my breaths coming fast and hard like I’d just run a marathon. My fingers fluttered down my body, taking inventory. I wore the same tank top and cargoes I’d had on when I’d arrived. Scuffed boots stared at me from the end of the footrest. My nipples were as hard as rock, and my pussy soaked, but not sore like it should have been if what I’d dreamed actually happened.

My head whipped to the left. Khor Drath was where I’d left him, on the other side of his desk behind his numerous monitors. His silver-white eyes met mine. Fucking hell. Heat scorched my cheeks. He must have seen everything I’d dreamed about him. That was the point of all this, wasn’t it? To record my dreams?

“What was that?” I pressed my hands to my hot cheeks, wishing the chair would eat me like a real ekku would so I didn’t have to face my mortification. “It felt so real, like you were there with me.”

He stood from his seat, his gaze fixed on mine over the screens. Was it unhinged to think those eyes held heat? That he’d liked my dream? An echoing warmth spread through my belly and I clutched at the arms of the chair to hide the reaction.

With measured movements, he walked around his desk, then toward me. My heart raced with each step closer.

“My people have the ability to dream walk,” he said, his growly voice rumbling through the room. “But only with a select few…significant people who are…important to them.”

“What do you mean?” I whispered, my breaths coming faster and faster as he drew near. “You were really there with me?”

He stopped beside the chair, his thighs almost touching the arm where my fingernails had left indentations in the leather, and nodded once.

My heart stopped. It wasn’t only that he had seen what I’d fantasized, but he’d lived it? As an active, willing participant? If the bulge in his tight pants was an indication, then he really had. Would he be the same size in real life?

My gaze flew back up to his when the other thing he said hit me. Important people to them. “You called me your mate,” I blurted, my fingernails digging into the chair to keep me still, to not dive for him like my body was telling me to do. “It’s said your kind search for your mates an entire lifetime.”

He nodded again, a small movement. “An oracle on Deeha Prime told me I’d meet my mate on Rojab One.” His hand lifted, then stretched toward my temple where he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “When I saw you at my door, I knew my wait was over.”

The air in my lungs froze. I was his mate? Truly? The idea was too far-fetched, too fantastical to entertain. But the fluttering of my stomach, the blood pumping thick in my veins, wanted it to be true.

“How long have you lived here?” I was both scared of and needed the answer.

His fingers skimmed across my cheek to cup my jaw, creating tingles in their wake. “Almost two hundred years.”

He’d waited that long for me? My head, my whole body, went weightless in realization. In the next breath, I launched myself at him. I kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and pulled on his cords of his hair. He captured my lips with a groan, squeezing me tight to his bare chest. And suddenly, there was too much clothing between us.

He seemed to be thinking the same thing, because his hands fumbled with the top of my pants.

I broke the kiss to pant, “What was the talking in my head thing?”

Like this? And there he was, filling my mind. Exactly where he was supposed to be. He unzipped my pants. Need your flavor on my tongue.

“Yes.” It was exactly what I needed. Especially with how long and thick I’d managed to make that appendage in my dream. What had been him and what had been my imagination?

The nebula definitely had to have been his creation. I couldn’t have thought it up on my own.

He laid me back on the seat, then slid my pants and underwear down my legs. The cool air of the lab swirled between my thighs. I was as wet as I had been in the dream. He tossed my clothing over his shoulder and hunkered down in front of me, hooking his arms around my thighs to pull me closer to the end of the chair.

This. He pressed my knees up and wide, exposing my center to his hot gaze. This is how I need to taste my mate.

The position made me feel vulnerable, but also powerful beyond words. That I could bring this spectacular being to his knees. That his need to pleasure me was so great. I gripped the edge of the chair and held on for dear life.

“Oh, God.” The first swipe of his tongue from my ass to clit sent electricity through my body like I’d stuck wet fingers into a live power junction.

So good. His voice in my head was as intimate as his tongue against my body. So perfect for me.

His tongue delved deep, as thick as some human cocks, but more satisfying with the way it stroked my G-Spot with unerring accuracy.

I want your scent on my skin.

Him being able to stuff his face and speak to me at the same time was a whole new level of erotic. He licked and sucked, then focused all of his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around.

I love the way your petals feel against my tongue. The scent of your arousal on my chin. The silk of your thighs against my cheeks. I want to bathe in your fragrance.

He thrust two fingers inside me, stretching my needy pussy. It pinched then gave way to pleasure and I wanted more.

You feel amazing, like this pussy was made to be pounded by my cock again and again.

I bucked against him, unable to stop the thrusting motions of my hips, searching for the peak of my pleasure.

You like that? When I tell you my deepest fantasies, all my lustful thoughts?

“Yes!”

You want me to tell you everything I’ve wished for in a mate and now that you’re in front of me, you’re even better, more perfect than anything I could have imagined?

Yes!

Never in a million years could I have imagined anyone as pleasing as you.

The heat inside of me climbed, entwined with the presence of his mind. I felt split open, not only my thighs and how he played between my legs, but in my psyche. Any misgivings I still held disappeared. His mind licked at me, coiled with mine as tangibly as his fingers curling inside of me and how his tongue circled my clit.

His mind stroked the outside of my body too, like a hundred hands on my skin, my breasts, my nipples, igniting my desire past any point of comprehension.

I exploded again, fireworks and stars behind my eyes, my whole body lurching forward. I bowed over Khor Drath’s head, the warmth of his cords pressing through the thin material of my shirt. I held him tight against my breasts. My legs shook as pleasure rippled through me. I clutched at him, afraid to let go. Never wanting to let go.

My breaths slowed as I dissolved back into myself. I released my hold and melted into the chair, blinking the stars from my eyes. Khor Drath stood in all his nebulous glory. His arms released my legs in a silky glide, creating shivers everywhere. Pleasure and satisfaction covered his face as surely as my glistening juices.

His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to grab me but held himself back. His hungry eyes took in my form. My legs remained spread, open to his gaze, and another wave of heat swept over my skin.

I licked my lips, loving the look of him, then swallowed. He’d given me amazing orgasms; he’d called me his mate. Where do we go from here? I asked the question in my mind, hoping he’d hear.

He didn’t answer, and I leaned back in a huff, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as I grappled with a mix of emotions. A sense of unreality swept over me the longer I stared at the smooth ceiling above.

Something wasn’t right.

My stomach plummeted into my toes, panic squirreling around me in the wake of the free fall. The tangle of wires was missing, no longer hanging above. I touched my head. I’d had no nodes attached to me when I woke.

I lifted my head a bit, meeting Khor Drath’s eyes. What the hell is going on? Where am I? He didn’t move, didn’t twitch. The nebula on his skin no longer swirled.

Dread rising inside me, I opened my mouth and said, “Pineapple pizza.”