The side of her mouth tilts up as she continues softly petting my cheek. Her words are gentle when she asks, “so you’re going to buy me a whole planet?”

“If that’s what you want.” Capturing her hand in mine, I halt her strokes, and bring her palm to my lips to press a kiss there. “You can have anything you want from me.”

My royal chambers are quite large - as is fitting for my position. Some might even claim them to be enormous. But right now, my everything shrinks right down to this bed, this female underneath me, on her back, staring up at me. It’s so intimate, and private. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything like this, ever. And it’s all because of her.

“Kiahn,” she murmurs, her hand slipping from my grip for her to press it to my chest. Something shifts in her expression. I watch it happen, not quite sure what it means. But I know it can’t be good the moment she tries to roll out from under me.

Catching her wrist, I pin her down. “What is it?”

Her big brown eyes blink up at me. And they look… sad.

Fuck. I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.

“I… I don’t think you can give me what I really want, Kiahn.”

She tries to turn her face away, but I grip her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. “And what is that?”

Her eyes fall to my lips, and she lets out a one-word answer so quiet, I almost have to strain to hear it. “You.”

Can she feel how my heart is exploding beneath her palm? I shake my head down at her. “You have me.”

“For now I do.”

Her voice had been quiet, but her words so loud. She stares up at me like I am the only person in the universe. And I stare right back just the same.

“In a couple of weeks, our contract will be over and you’ll-”

“We should extend it,” I’m quick to say, cutting off those words and thoughts I don’t want her to say or think. “We can renew it as well.” pausing to swallow, I study the way her pupils dilate. “Over and over again. We’ll just keep renewing it.”

“Your Aunt won’t like that.”

Lowering my bodyweight onto her, I mold myself to my Niska, pressing her smaller frame into my bed, marveling at just how perfectly we fit together. It is like all the Goddesses created her just for me. Each of them having a hand in sculpting this little creature as a cherished gift. Merri, the Goddess of euphoria must have carved out her beauty. San, the Goddess of healing crafted her heart in a mirror image of my own. Nex, the Goddess of death designed her perfect little cunt - I just know it. Because I would fucking die before giving it up. And the unnamed Goddess of wisdom created my Niska exactly as she is - her everything - knowing precisely what kind of challenges and acceptance I needed.

“I don’t care what my Aunt thinks,” I tell her, slowly lowering my mouth to hers.

Our lips are only a breath’s distance from one another. I can feel Niska’s chest rising and falling against my own. “The king-”

“Fuck the king.”

Those are the words I whisper before my mouth takes hers, and the moan she releases beneath me sends shockwaves down my spine. “You’re mine,” I pull away to growl, claiming her mouth again as quickly as possible. Her hands bury in my hair as she holds me tighter, and it feels divine. Niska groans into our kiss, her hips grinding up against me. My mouth trails down, and I devour every little hitch of her breath as I kiss and nuzzle along the line of her jaw. “I don’t want any other contracts…” I husk out between nips of my teeth, “… or any other brides. I. Just. Want. You.”

Niska arches her back, pushing her frame up into mine like she wants to get closer. We’re both panting from need and my fangs are already extending.

“We should get to the bench,” I whisper, unable to keep my mouth off of her skin.

Niska’s little human hand grips the base of one of my horns, and I almost lose it then and there. “No, I don’t want the bench,” she pleads, guiding me by my horn to bring my lips back to hers. “Not this time… I want you now… like this.”

I groan into her mouth.

Before I even get a chance to protest, Niska is already uttering words that have so much power over me when they fall from her lips. “Please, please… please, Kiahn.”

Fuck. Forget purchasing a vacation planet for this little female, I’ll have promised her a whole galaxy quadrant by the time she’s done with me.

My painfully hard cock throbs at the thought. Goddess, what wouldn’t I gift to this little creature? She has me wrapped around her tiny human finger and I don’t even think she knows how much I love that.

I pull back, gazing down at her. She is wearing only a silken sleeping shift and a fabric covering collar - not her robust golden one that would hold up against my fangs. This flimsy, lace thing that covers her throat now? I could rip it to shreds in seconds.

Fuck, my fangs ache at the mere thought.

“Niska-” I start to protest, but she drags my mouth back down to hers, stealing my words straight from my tongue.

“Kiahn.”

My name is only hurriedly muttered into my mouth. Nothing more than a whisper of a word. And yet the plea of it echoes in my skull and I’ve already made my mind up. “You are wet enough to take me?” I ask, my hand already skimming down her gorgeous curves to cup her silk-covered cunt. My Niska whines and nods her head, and I soon find she’s not lying. “Fuck, you’ve soaked the fabric. Are you in need of me, little female?” I ask, massaging between her splayed thighs. There are more nods and whimpers from my Niska, the effect of which is nothing but pure intoxicating. I am certain she could ask me for anything in this moment and I would grant it in an instant.

Perhaps the sensible thing would be to insist on the bench. Or maybe I should feast between her thighs while bringing myself to completion by my own hand. That would certainly be less risky. It would give distance between my fangs and her throat to be sure.

But, it seems when it comes to my Niska, I am not a sensible male.

It is all too easy for me to push her ruined underthings aside. All too easy to free my aching cock. And, so fucking wonderful to slide myself into her welcoming, silky heat.

I groan loud and long as I sink deeper into her, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure all through my body.

Here, in my bed.

She is allowing this closeness, this intimacy in my bed. There are no precautions in place for this, and I can’t tell if it is her trust in me making my cock so damn hard right now, or the risk of it all.

The first roll of my hips has us both sucking in a breath. Niska moans my name again, hitching her legs up around my sides. She grinds against me, her movements matching mine. Being so close to her, being able to stare into her pretty eyes while being buried in her gorgeous cunt, is almost too much. “I will spill my seed too soon like this,” I confess on a huff. “It is too much having you under me like this.”

Reaching up, Niska hooks her hand around the back of my neck and utters the words that almost do make me reach my peak instantly. “Well then, I’ll be on top later tonight. I just wanna feel you let go, baby.”

With a snarl so animalistic, I almost can’t believe it came from me, I lower myself further. With our height difference, her face presses to my throat, and I revel in the excited little puffs of hot breath that dampen my skin there as my rocking starts turning more forceful. With my Niska whimpering and moaning beneath me, my mind empties of everything except her; her body against mine, her noises of pleasure filling my room, and her fingernails scratching down either side of my spine. She’s not even trying to keep still for me, and the beast within likes that far too much.

The sweet taste of my own bonding venom starts to coat my tongue. My fangs are begging to sink into that delicate little neck of hers. Claim, claim, claim is all that my base instincts are screaming at me as I pound into my female, making the bedframe creak in an obscene rhythm.