“Bite me, Kiahn.”

I feel the long, hot breath he expels caress my skin. “Fuuuck, Niska, you don’t know what you’re playing with here, little bride,” he rasps into the side of my throat before issuing a hungry, sloppy, desperate kiss there after. His hips start moving in a needy, eager roll.

“I do,” I tell him. “I’m telling you right now, you can inject me with as much bonding venom as you like, it won’t change the way I feel about you.”

He groans at the confession, the canter of his hips ramping up with my words.

“I’m already bonded to you,” I whisper. “I already love, and trust you without the bite.”

I can feel him shake his head, fighting with himself as he continues to mouth at my neck as he fucks me deep and desperate. “I love you, Niska,” he whimpers into my skin, “I would never hurt-”

“Give in to your instinct, Kiahn,” are the last words I utter before I decide to sink my own teeth into the flesh of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin on my tongue. I can’t puncture his skin like his fangs can, and I have no venom of course, but the gesture is read exactly as I wanted it to be; I’m claiming him - the Xaviann way.

Kiahn’s reactions are instant and all consuming. He comes. Me, biting down on him makes him come. He’s holding me so damn tightly as he grunts and jerks the last of his release that I almost don’t notice the hold he has on my neck - with his fangs buried into my flesh.

Even though I’d wanted it, a small part of me had thought it might hurt. It doesn’t. I don’t know what kind of magic this bonding venom has, but it doesn’t hurt at all - it feels… euphoric.

He’s still pumping into me when the liquid pleasure floods my veins. I can feel it travel from the site of his bite, trickling through my limbs, wrapping around my heart and taking over my brain. I convulse at the way it almost feels like his venom is stroking between my thighs from the inside. I feel like I’m floating even though I am very thoroughly being pinned down.

And I already know before he’s finished thrusting, before he releases his bite on my neck - that I’m going to be asking him to do that to me again and again.

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EPILOGUE - Kiahn

It is traditional on Earth for newly wedded couples to sit down and feast with their loved ones after the wedding ceremony has taken place. I look around at all the attendees of mine and Niska’s traditional Earth bonding ceremony, and feel a lightness in my chest that I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. They all witnessed my female become mine for the rest of our lives, and me become hers for an eternity. And it wasn’t just the strange words we had recited in front of them all that made our bond official in the eyes of Earth laws.

My Niska had walked down that aisle to gasps from all our guests as she proudly displayed my bite markings on her delicate little neck for all to see.

I normally strive to be a humble male, but I cannot deny the way seeing my mark on her made me feel like I could take on the entirety of my father’s principalities, all his court, and still have the energy to fuck my Niska until she’s a wrung-out, mumbling mess of a female.

And she had been right.

I thank all of the Goddesses, and all of the stars in the skies that she was right about my bite. She’d said she loved me without it - a fact that makes me smile to myself like an imbecile - and that the bonding bite is just the stamp and seal on the whole thing. She… she loved me enough that my venom didn’t change her at all. And I her.

We didn’t need venom to bond to each other.

We had already built that before my fangs sank into her.

Although…

I am just obsessed enough with her well-being that I will be ordering a physician to keep a close eye on her.

There is no way in all of the known galaxies that I would let her fate be similar to that of my mothers. I will never neglect our bond, and she will always feel my love for her, no matter if that means troubles with my father.

He did not attend the wedding today, citing other, more important business in the capital. He did send my Aunt back to me, however, and I am not sure how to interpret that.

Aunt Zalora had pulled me aside to apologize this morning, stating what I already knew deep down. “I only wanted to do what was best for my family.”

“And now your family includes my bride,” was my only reply.

I know her heart is true and she has love for us all, but I suspect she will find new ways to try and appease my father and keep our family’s control of our principality.

And I’ve not forgotten my responsibility in that task, either. I know my Aunt will be pushing my brothers harder than ever now to enter into some useful breeding contracts. But I would like to take a different approach, by forging alliances and relationships with other principalities and members of my father’s court through offered jobs, open lines of communication and trade that doesn’t involve a poor female being strapped to a breeding bench when she doesn’t feel like she has a real choice.

Many of those members are here today, currently gathered around Jaya and Lois asking what the significance of being a ‘bridesmaid’ actually is. They all seem enamored, but none more than my brother, Az. He’s currently only two drinks deep but he’s leaning against the bar as he stares at Lois like he’s inebriated by her very existence. Which would be amusing enough, but I spy my Aunt making her way to him through the crowd, dragging along some poor senator’s daughter that I’m sure she’ll sing the praises of to him.

“Good luck with that,” I snort into the glass of my bubbly drink.

“What was that?” my love asks as she sits beside me, her own drink half-way on its journey to her lips.

I smile and shake my head, my hand finding her thigh even though it’s covered by layers upon layers of ivory fabric. “Nothing,” I dip my head to say, “just wondering when we can slip away and enjoy each other again.” My eyes dip to her uncovered neck, noting the way her pulse-point jumps beneath my bite marks.

My fangs start to descend the longer I look at her, my body knowing that I’ll never get enough of claiming this little female.

The little female in question smirks, like she knows the effect she has on my body.

Of course she does.

I start to lean into her, about to say something wholly unrespectable about her pretty little cunt, when someone approaches our table.

It’s Gibbi, one of the many females my Aunt had tried to tempt me with, and one of the ones I have since offered a position on my council. “Lois just told us about the throwing of the flowers!” she tells us excitedly, her face a little flush from drinking and merriment. “Can you do that part now, Princess Niska?”

I look at my bride.

My wife.

My Princess.

It has been a long time since Xaavia last saw a Princess.

And it’s clear Niska is so stunned by hearing the new title that she just gapes and blinks back at Gibbi for a moment or two before shaking herself out of it. “Uh, yeah… sure… sure… uh… we can do that.”

She looks at me with a stunned expression on her face. I only grin back at her, tucking away thoughts of calling her my princess any chance I get.

A human wedding is full of many traditions, it seems. The flower throwing, or ‘tossing of the bouquet’ as my research called it, will signify which wedding guest will be next to wed.

A gaggle of Xavianns, both male and female gather together, readying themselves to catch my Niska’s flowers. She’s stunning as she stands there in her special dress, a wide smile on her face. Stunning, and all mine.