Part 44 (1/2)
”Yes, my Khalla, I am filling you with my c.u.m, just as I promised,” Tragar's deep voice answered. But somehow this time she heard him inside her head.
”Tragar?” she gasped uncertainly. He couldn't have spoken-his mouth was still busy sucking her tender nipples as he filled her up.
”Don't fear, Emily-it's just the bond forming between us. We'll always be together now-never apart,” he promised. ”You'll hear me and I'll hear you.”
”Like...like this?” she sent tentatively, across their new link.
”Yes, my Khalla-just like this.” And then he crushed her to him and she felt him pouring into her even more-hot jets of his c.u.m bathing the mouth of her womb as he claimed her and bred her, tying them together forever in a love that would never end.
Chapter Thirty-two.
Tragar didn't know how long their lovemaking lasted. For normal Beast Kindred the time usually ran into the hours. But since his lover and mate was a Khalla, it seemed to go even longer. They both lost track of time in the flower filled room as they explored each other's bodies, making love and breeding over and over until their bond was complete and Emily's body had been given everything it needed.
”Mmm, that was amazing,” she murmured when he finally pulled out of her and they both collapsed on the lovesuckle covered bed.
”More than amazing,” Tragar sent through their new bond. Having the deep connection to her felt like an incredible gift. After he'd lost his beloved Landra, he had been left with an empty, aching socket. A ragged hole in his soul that he'd thought would never heal. Now he felt whole again and not just whole-full to overflowing with the love he felt coming from his beautiful Khalla.
”I'm glad you feel whole again,” she sent through their link. Hopping up, she went to a viewer in the corner he hadn't noticed earlier and started examining her new appearance. ”But do you really think I'm beautiful? I mean...I've changed so much.”
”And yet...not nearly as much as you feared. Come back to bed.”
Emily came back and sat beside him. ”I know such a drastic change should feel wrong and upset me but I feel really calm about it. Like I was always meant to look like this.”
”You were.” He stroked her cheek lovingly. ”Having your Kit'tara come forward was not as bad as you thought then?”
”No-not at all. She's...part of me. I thought she would take over completely and blot me out of existence,” Emily admitted.
”I told you that would not happen.”
”Yes, but it was so scary-having someone else inside me. Someone I didn't really know. Now I understand she was part of me all along. Her name is Emallia, by the way.” She smiled at him. ”Or maybe I should say, my name is Emallia,” she added aloud.
”No matter what name you go by, you are my beloved Khalla and I will serve you and love you all the days of my life,” Tragar vowed hoa.r.s.ely. ”Though I still do not see how I can ever hope to deserve you.”
Emily frowned. ”Are you kidding me? You saved my life from that awful wasp-thing that was your boss!” She bit her lip. ”Hey, how is that going to affect your job? I mean, in most places killing your boss...well, at the very least it would be a firing offense but is it different in the Verrak? I mean, do you take his place or something instead?”
”Actually by killing Tier Shan, I have nullified the contract that was placed on your head and won my freedom from the Verrak.”
”Did you really?” Emily's eyes widened, glimmering a deep, lovely gold.
”Indeed. See for yourself.” He held out his arm and let her examine it.
”Oh! Your tattoo-it's gone!”
It was true. All traces of the intricate tracery he had been marked with on his induction to the Verrak had faded completely. From wrist to shoulder, his arm was clean-his narsh was gone.
”Yes.” Tragar nodded with satisfaction. ”It is.”
Emily looked at him uncertainly.
”How do you feel about that? Did you want to quit? I mean, this is kind of sudden, isn't it?”
”It is,” he acknowledged. ”But I would say it comes at the perfect time. After all, I cannot be taking life for my livelihood now that I am bonded to a Khalla.” To his surprise, he felt a surge of worry coming from Emily. ”What's wrong?” he asked. ”Surely you didn't want to be joined to a member of the Verrak?”
”Well...no. Not exactly.” She frowned. ”But I don't want you to feel like you have to give up your whole career for me, either. I mean, that kind of sacrifice can be hard on a relations.h.i.+p and we're just getting started here.”
”Emily...Khalla...” He took one of her small, shapely hands in his. ”Don't you understand? I joined the Verrak because I was seeking death. You have given me something to live for. That time is behind me now. From now on, I intend to live only for my future with you.”
”Oh, Tragar...” Tears glimmered in her eyes and she snuggled up to him, pressing her cheek to his chest. ”You gave me something to live for too. I was just marking time until I met you-just going through the motions. But...you're really sure you don't mind giving up your job?”
He frowned. ”Of course not-besides, I have a new job-taking care of you. In addition to being your chosen mate, I will head up your security detail.”
”My security detail? What are you talking about?”
”Well...” Tragar stroked her hair. ”I don't wish to alarm you but Khallas are very public figures here on Rageron. And even though the contract on your head has been nullified, I don't like the fact that the representative of the Dark Kindred who placed it in the first place called me and lied about removing it.”
”He did?” Emily sat up and put a hand to her chest.
”He did.” Tragar nodded gravely. ”And then apparently he called Tier Shan and complained that the contract had not been fulfilled yet. That was what prompted him to come after us in the first place.”
”I wondered what he was shouting about!” Emily s.h.i.+vered. ”So you think this Dark Kindred guy is still after me?”
”If he is, he'll be sorry,” Tragar said grimly. ”I told you, I am not leaving your side from now on.”
”Well, that makes me feel a lot safer.” She snuggled up to him again. ”Of course, I'd feel even better if I knew why he was after me in the first place.”
”I don't know either,” Tragar admitted. ”I think-” But just at that moment, he got the feeling that someone he didn't know wanted to speak to him urgently. He frowned. ”Wait a moment-I think someone is trying to bespeak me.”
”Bespeak? What's that?”
”Someone is using a Think-me device to try and send me a mental message.” Tragar shook his head. ”It's considered extremely rude to bespeak someone you don't know intimately. Normally I would refuse to take the call but in light of everything that has happened lately...”
”You'd better take it,” Emily said anxiously. ”Go ahead-I don't mind.”
Tragar took a deep breath and opened his mind. While mental communication with one's bonded mate was natural and easy, bespeaking and being bespoken, especially by someone one didn't know, could be arduous and mentally taxing.
”Who is it?” he sent, acknowledging the nagging feeling inside his brain. ”And what do you want?”
”It's Rone-the Wulven Kindred tracker who came seeking Emily. Forgive me, Brother, I know this is your first bonding s.e.x with your Khalla but it has been nearly twenty-four solar hours and, well, we wanted to make sure you were both all right.”
”We're fine,” Emily sent back, joining in the session of mental-communication without hesitation. ”Tragar and I are, uh, finished. We were just sitting here talking, trying to figure out about the price on my head. But has it really been twenty-four hours? No wonder I'm so hungry!”
”We have both food and answers for you, Khalla, if you wish to come and join us.”
”Yeah, come on out, girlfriend.” It was Kate, Rone's human mate this time. ”They have some kind of little pastry here like a cross between a Hostess pie and a cupcake that's to die for. And don't worry about the High Priestess-she's agreed to leave the two of you alone.”