life changing.
He’d talked with his males yesterday, and they had explained some truths. One truth being his transformation to becoming a mated Honored Nel wasn’t complete until he shared a hormone laden moment with a beefy Prize Lio Nel. This would jump-start his final Lio boost as part of his Call to Mate.
He and Bex had the spiritual part taken care of just fine. Now he needed to suck on a hyper-masculine Lio male, who was not his mate, to seal the deal.
He’d thought, Fuck it, I’ll do anything for my mates, then invited Prize Vakar into the room with his Coalition.
It was tradition for the Coalition to leave, but he would have none of that. If they left, he went with them. So they stayed and cuddled him through him sucking a stranger’s wrist and coming in his pants again like a freight train while he experienced the unrelenting force of a hormone rush that enabled him to fully MateBond.
They’d cleaned him up after with an insta-dry cloth. Each of his mates again rubbed the cloth across their furred abdomens in a primal claiming that kept his cock hard. They had solemnly gifted the scent-laden scrap of cloth back to him. Their luscious combined scents had helped him survive the interminable moments until he could be with them and Bex again.
He’d dreamed of Bex and his Lio all night, tossing and turning in his lonely hotel bed. And now, here he was, holding his female close as he discovered her favorite places.
Raw looked around the intimate club with its dark walls, cobalt lighting, and floaty pale-blue curtains and knew he was finally seeing Bex’s private spaces, the ones he wanted to inhabit with her.
The club was empty except for them.
When they entered, Abassan Davidov went to a separated section off to the side and started up the music.
Psycho led him to a plush curtained area with a huge lounging couch they could all comfortably cuddle on.
“This is Bex’s place.”
Bex lifted her head from his neck and nodded, her eyes on his mouth. She fit so perfectly in his arms; he felt like he could carry her all day long.
“You want my kiss, M’lady Pirate Captain?”
“Yes, M’lord. I want your kiss.”
Their lips met with a soft glide that delved deep. Their tongues tasting and enjoying. Her flavor was beguiling, and he felt no urgency to stop, feeling almost drunk with the slow sensuality of their kiss.
Her sweet hands petted his shoulders, neck, and face, leaving tingles in their wake.
Ah, she is so precious to me.
When they pulled back, they looked into each other’s eyes. Her lips were plump and red, soft-looking, and tender from his kisses.
She looked past his shoulder at Fiore who stepped close to Bex and went in for a kiss of his own.
Raw’s cock had been hard, it seemed, since Bex had taken her post-orgasm rest the day before. His skin sensitive and his nerves firing tingles at the briefest touch. Watching her kiss Fiore made him grind his hardness against her cloth-covered seam, making her moan into Fiore’s kiss.
Then an uncompromising hand gripped his hair, turning his head. Raw met Psycho’s plush lips with a gentle push, wondering what it would be like to kiss a being with fangs.
Raw felt the hard push of Psycho’s large fangs against his lips at the first press of their mouths together, focusing briefly on the newness of the sensation, then he was drawn into the heated pleasure of his Lio’s kiss.
Psycho’s tongue was thinner, longer, and more flexible than his, wrapping carefully around Raw’s tongue so the rough center gave a tender caress and not a rough scrape. Psycho growled his lovely chuff of approval during the kiss. Raw knew he would never tire of hearing it.
Psycho pulled out of the kiss lingeringly, giving Raw a final caress on his head where he had gripped Raw’s hair.
When Honsono stepped into Psycho’s place he did not hesitate, taking Raw’s mouth with a decisive twist, opening Raw to take the thorough tasting Honsono demanded of him.
Raw was devoured, and enjoyed every second. When Honsono came up for air with a last lick, he left Raw gasping.
Raw saw Bex indulging with Psycho as Honsono moved to Bex’s other side to give her sweet kisses on her exposed shoulder while watching her kiss Psycho.
Fiore softly petted Raw’s face, gaining his attention. Fiore shared air with Raw as he continued his soft caresses. His kiss started as lightly and tenderly as butterfly wings, enticing Raw into a deeper tasting by small measures.
They stayed there in that place, in that state of being, kissing, caressing and loving, while the music played, for a long time.
Bex pulled back from her latest kiss with Raw and said, “Please.”
There didn’t need to be any more formalities now.
He turned around with Bex’s legs still tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck as he held her close, seeking her Shumal protector Turah.
Turah was there.
Raw didn’t know what needed to happen next in the Lio MateDance, but he needed it to happen fast because he and Bex and their Lio Nel mates wanted to make love and they would do it soon.
Raw felt helpless, so he spoke the first thing that came to his mind.
“She said, ‘please,’ Turah.”
Turah would understand how huge that was.
She spoke the required words with formality.
“Coalition of Captain Bex Sharpe, do you Declare yourselves for this Honored Nessa as she has Declared herself for you?”
Honsono said, “I Declare for my beloved Bex.”
Bex smiled at him with love in her eyes.
Fiore put his hand to his heart.
“I Declare for you, my mate.”
Bex softly caressed his cheek.
Psycho drawled, “I Declare for you, forever.”
Bex petted down his untamed mane with affection.
Raw felt compelled too.
“I Declare for you, M’lady Pirate Captain Bex, for always.”
Bex smiled, putting her forehead against his, and they shared air for a long moment.
Turah spoke formally again.
“Captain Bex Sharpe of the Lio Blades vessel Sharpe Stiletto, do you Claim this Honored Nel, Lord Rawdon de Roquemarel?”
Bex’s voice was strong and true.
“I Claim him.”
“Do you Claim Honsono Pon’Platal of Lio Fleet Draux?”
“I Claim him.”
Honsono bowed his head, then looked up with banked desire in his gaze.
“Do you Claim Fiore Pon’Leval of Lio Fleet Singh?
“I Claim him.”
Fiore practically glowed with happiness, he grinned so wide.
“Do you Claim Saeko Pon’Vahral, also known as Psycho, of Lio Fleet Milio?”
“I Claim him.”
Psycho’s happiness was less effusive, but no less full of meaning as he nodded his head.
Raw knew all this “ceremony” had to be done. A MateDance was like a long, sexy wedding, but he focused on the “mate” part now and less the “dance” part. Time to leave the club.
“Turah, she said, ‘Please.’”
Raw knew his voice was more pleading than Bex’s had been when she’d said the word. Turah responded with a bow, leading him and his mates somewhere new. Abassan Davidov followed them silently. Bex snuggled comfortably back down against him as he walked. It was delightful.
They went through dark hallways lit with distinctive pink and purple neon until they reached an entryway decorated in a very unusual way.
There were slabs of flat white material attached to the wall in a vertical stripe pattern about waist high. The top of each stripe was pointed. He stopped, looking at the unusual decoration with curiosity.
“What’s this?”
Bex looked over her shoulder and gasped, then smiled, her eyes shimmering with the hint of tears as she swept her gaze over Honsono, Fiore, and Psycho.
“Raw, darling, that’s your white picket fence.”
Raw’s heart burst with emotion as he realized how his Lio Nels were trying to make all his dreams come true, remembering what he’d said he always wanted.
He turned to them, love filling his heart, gratefulness in every syllable.
“Thank you.”
They smiled back, placing their hands over their hearts for him.
He turned back to Bex, who now had tear trails on her cheeks.
He whispered softly to her.
“Honey, I’m home.”
And he was.