Casey's Warriors (Bondmates) by Ann Mayburn

her home was saturated with the aroma of young, healthy female. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and burying his face against her soft little belly and rubbing his cheek against her to mark himself as hers. The shadows of the dark hall caressed her full cheeks, and he ached as he examined her lush, petite body. The women of Earth had larger breasts and hips than most women of his galaxy, and he thanked the Lord of Life for his luck. If she had been born in the Bel’Tan galaxy she would have been much sought after by every male that saw her. But she was theirs, made by the Lord of Life to be their mate, and when Lorn met her gaze he caught her confused yet aroused look and noted how her nipples peaked behind the thin fabric of her shirt. How he wanted to take those hard little berries between his lips and suckle her until she was dripping wet for him. He couldn’t wait to see what her sex looked like, to lick her until she was so sensitive that she would climax with one thrust of his cock.
    She took another step toward him from the corridor that he assumed led to her sleeping quarters. “Wow, I guess the old wives’ tale about pouring milk over yourself to get rid of pepper spray really works.”
    It took him a moment to drag his thoughts from her body and realize that she was talking about his appearance. He’d actually used a chemical neutralizer, but she couldn’t know about any of those things. Not until he had his first kiss and buried himself up to his balls in her hot body. More than a little eager to get on with things so he could claim his bride he gave her his best charming smile, the one that made the pleasure servants sigh with delight.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    She moved across the room toward him, and he was mesmerized by the sensual rhythm of her walk, how it made her breasts sway slightly. When she was almost to him she paused and looked up at him with an apprehensive expression. There was a fragility about her he wasn’t used to, and he worried for a moment about injuring her during their coupling. She was so petite she barely came up to his chest while standing before him barefoot, but the teasing scent of her juices dampening the intriguing folds of her sex had his cock rapidly filling with blood. With a hesitant hand she reached towards his face then paused. Realizing their height difference he lowered his head so she could touch him.
    Her fingertips trembled slightly as she stroked his cheek and his soul rejoiced when her energy washed over him. Without a doubt, she was the one meant to be their Matriarch. He wanted to howl with victory, take her repeatedly until his seed took root in her womb, and bound her to him forever. Immense relief filled him that he wouldn’t have to watch his friends fall to the madness, that he and Nast could finally fill their home with the light and love of their alyah .
    Casey was worthy of every bit of pain and sacrifice it had taken to give her a home worthy of her. This beautiful female was the one he’d been searching for, the only woman in the universe the Lord of Life had created for him and Nast. If they’d been a normal bonding couple they would be celebrating finding each other and by tonight he’d be enjoying the first stage of the courting rights with her, but because of her naturally impenetrable psychic shielding he couldn’t get any read on her emotions other than what he could interpret from her body language and her scent.
    Her delicious, mouthwatering scent and abundant nectar.
    Nast, with his love of tasting a woman’s need, was going to lose his mind when he met their Casey. A fierce arousal filled him as Lorn thought about all the ways they could pleasure her, of all the ways they would bind her to them with their love and give her a satisfaction so great she would never want to leave them.
    But first he had to win her kiss.
    Slow , he cautioned himself, treat her like a skittish bufonti .
    In a way, she reminded him of the soft