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What You Never Know (Won't Hurt You?)	By : MuseofScrolls Category: M through R > Predator Views: 17791 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

[Mya’s POV]
“I still can’t believe that you finally chose a mate, Brother!” La’rn chirred as she walked beside Tor’ac and me down the corridor. She clapped her hands and almost did what I thought was a skip, but that didn’t seem very… Yautja-like so I kept that image to myself.
Tor’ac growled a bit, giving her a weird look over my head. “I realize that I am rather particular when it comes to females, La’rn, but must you be so surprised? You are causing Meeya discomfort.”
La’rn blinked and looked down at me as I looked between the two Yautja towering over me. “Am I really? Please forgive me, Meeya… it was not my intent to cause discomfort. I am merely expressing my joy, but I shall cease if it upsets you.”
“Oh, no, it’s all right, La’rn!” I said, holding up my hands in surrender. “I’m… happy to be a part of your family.”
“Are you certain it is all right?” she asked, tilting her head and giving me a quizzical look. “Your heart rate is slightly faster than is normal for a human… unless that is my mistake.”
Blinking, I looked up at her, hearing my heart thrumming inside my ears at a pace that wasn’t entirely normal. “I… I guess I’m just nervous about dinner tonight… in front of all the others of the clan ship.” I couldn’t lie to them; I was anxious and not knowing what would happen during the claiming ceremony was enough to make me want to crack all the joints in my hands.
“Ah, then perhaps we can alleviate some of that anxiety, Meeya,” Tor’ac trilled, drawing me even closer against his side. This didn’t really ease my heart instead making it beat even faster. He seemed to notice this change and rumbled deeper in his chest. “Forgive me, Meeya, I seem to have made it worse.”
“It’s all right, Tor’ac, it’s only natural that you do that to your mate,” La’rn trilled, raising her mandibles in a smile. “But the claiming ceremony will be rather short, Meeya, and will be before we take late repast. So we shall be able to eat once the ceremony is finished.”
Swallowing hard, I looked at La’rn, asking, “Do these… ceremonies happen at all mealtimes?”
“Not always, but since it is a time when most of us are gathered, it is better to introduce new mates then rather than at another time,” La’rn replied, brushing one of her locks over her shoulder. “It also prevents us from having to make many individual introductions, though I think we might have that in your case, Meeya, simply because you are ooman and mated to one of our best arbitrator captains.”
“Hush, La’rn,” Tor’ac hissed, then rubbed his mandibles against my hair. “The ceremony consists of two parts. First, I shall introduce you to the clan as my mate and a new member of our clan. Second, I will need to give you a clan mark.”
“‘Clan mark’?” I asked, looking up at Tor’ac, and we stopped walking. He pulled back the piece of his armor that covered the left side of his chest, revealing a long mark swooping to the right side with two smaller marks curving down, one on top of the other.
“Normally, I would have it on my armor as well, but as it was new armor and I was in a hurry to find Ka’jai, I had left it unattended until now,” Tor’ac chirred, clenching his mandibles together in what I thought might be awkwardness.
Reaching up, I gently brushed my fingers over the mark, feeling his heated skin beneath my fingertips, and I heard him chirr deeply. I felt a blush creep up my neck and I removed my hand to prevent the warmth from spreading, even though I’m sure they could probably tell my body heat had changed. My eyes stayed on the floor until I felt Tor’ac’s fingers under my chin, caressing down my neck and stopping just at the bare skin above the top of my dress. I swallowed thickly.
“Your mark will be in the same place as mine, Meeya, about here,” he growled low, brushing the pad of his thumb over the area of skin. “I will be as gentle as possible when I make the mark. It’s one of the reasons we try to keep at least one of our claws sharp. The sharper the claw, the easier it is to cut.”
My eyes widened as I took in his words, and I realized that Tor’ac would be making it as a sign of his devotion to me. It had to be him that made the mark, and not just with a weapon of his. His claws were always at his side, the only weapons that were always on his body. How much more personal could a weapon be? “So… that’s why the dress had to be strapless, huh, La’rn?”
“It will be easier for him to access the area for the mark, Meeya, while also allowing you modesty,” La’rn trilled, pulling back the strap of her dress to show her mark and also nearly flashing us. “This way you will just have to stand while Tor’ac gives you his mark.”
Nodding my head, I smiled at Tor’ac, wrapping my arm around his and leaning against his side. “Okay… I trust you, Tor’ac, so let’s go.”
“Meeya…” he growled, pulling me close and rubbing his mandibles against my brow. As I looked up at him, Tor’ac’s eyes were a darker green, but it wasn’t from anger as I’d seen them before. Slowly, he lowered his face close to mine, and I blinked as the top two mandibles reached out to brush over my lips. It made my mouth tingle, and I felt my cheeks heat up as I licked my lips.
“Do you intend to consummate your mating in the corridor?” La’rn growled, reminding me that we were in a public place.
Blinking and looking at her, I saw La’rn’s closed fists on her hips, almost in a motherly disciplinary manner. I nearly expected her to wag her finger at us in scolding, but instead Tor’ac exhaled a long breath beside me. “Of course not, La’rn, but we should go.” He wrapped a large arm around my shoulders, and I circled my arm around his back as he guided me down the hallway.
La’rn trilled and moved to walk beside me, and I looked at her in time to watch her wink at me, her mandibles raised in a smile.

[Tor’ac’s POV]
The refectory was full, as it usually was at late repast, with many different families sitting around the many tables. Some families on the clan ship extended as far as six generations, a remarkable feat since most blooded warriors moved on to another clanship to find a mate. Casualties in battle or on the hunt were also normal, so it was rather astonishing to see so many elder warriors and hunters on one ship.
I spied Ga’av in the back area eating with Ash’ka, his mate of nearly one hundred years, as well as Lieutenants I’ro and Ku’r and their mates. He glanced towards the entrance where we stood, giving a simple nod to us before returning to his meal. Ash’ka looked up too, and she blinked before nodding to me though her eyes seemed to move to my side, no doubt looking at Meeya.
As I glanced around the room, it appeared as though many more eyes were looking our way, most wide in disbelief and a few narrowed in what I took as suspicion. I pulled Meeya closer. I knew this might happen as most of our clan knew very few Yautja with close ooman experience. It was doubtful that more than a few dozen even spoke with an ooman outside of luring one into a hunting trap.
A buzz of low whispering and hissing started on one end of the room, growing louder as we walked further inside. I glanced down at Meeya as she kept her eyes forward, though I saw them flick around the room before she pressed closer to my side. Growling, my eyes narrowed into a glare as the blood boiled in my veins at the behavior of my own clan.
Finally, I stopped in the center of the walkway, pulling Meeya behind me a little, and my mandibles flew open, releasing a deafening roar. The hisses and whispers slowly died down as nearly every eye was upon us, and I stared out among them, almost daring one of them to speak now. I felt a hand on my side and gradually looked away from the crowd and down at Meeya as she met my gaze.
“It’s okay,” she whispered just enough to be heard by me. Then, she smiled and I rumbled softly to her, rubbing my hand against her arm and shoulder.
Facing my clan once more, I inhaled slowly to prepare myself for this moment. “I am Tor’ac, son of Warrior Ran’th and arbitrator captain of the Ghe’rekt-kyt clan ship. I have found my mate, and I wish for all of you to welcome her to the clan. This is Meeya, a female possessing a hunter’s fire, and I claim her as my mate.”
“No ooman could have a hunter’s fire!”
“You’ve gone mad while away on mission, Tor’ac!”
“How can anyone stand that… thing’s presence?”
“It’s not a part of our clan! It’s prey!”
The outcries came in an onslaught, and my vision slowly began to bleed red with each new verbal attack toward Meeya. Moving my arm from around her, I pushed her further behind me, glaring and clenching my fists.
“Silence!” I roared, hearing another voice booming in the room with the same word. My eyes darted around the large area coming to rest on Ga’av as he stood at his table, glowering over the quieting crowd. Inhaling deeply, I nodded to him as he crossed his arms, waiting to hear what I had to say in response to their statements. “You might think she isn’t worthy of becoming part of our clan… but in my eyes she is more admirable and honorable than some Yautja.”
Turning to her, I whispered, “Meeya, turn to me where they can watch you become part of our clan.”
She nodded and faced me, her left side towards the watching crowd. I saw the slight tremble of her lips, and heard the soft thud of her heartbeat slow, as she seemed to will it to quiet. My eyes gazed within hers as a calm trill came from my throat. Reaching out a hand to brush over her cheek, I moved my palm down her neck, stopping at the place just above the edge of her dress.
Meeting her eyes, I murmured, “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Meeya said, her voice quivering a little as she kept her eyes on me.
With a gentle touch, I brought my pointing claw down her skin, pressing deeper until it pricked and drew red blood to the surface. I slowly curved my claw down into the long mark before moving to prick her twice more to create the smaller marks. Reaching to La’rn behind me, I grasped the small cloth she held out to me and dabbed at the blood welling from Meeya’s mark. Then, La’rn handed me a small container which I tapped two fingers inside, coating them in a dark powder.
Spreading the powder over the wounds, I pressed the cloth against Meeya’s chest once more, holding it tightly to allow the powder time to penetrate into the mark. This was to create a more permanent display for the clan mark, allowing it to stand out more prominently on the skin. I pulled the cloth away, peering at the darkened mark before removing the cloth entirely since the bleeding had stopped.
Ga’av remained standing and I heard him growl, “Will you uphold the honor of the Ghe’rekt-kyt clan, Meeya? Will you do all within your power to honor Tor’ac as your mate?”
Facing him, Meeya straightened her back, looking out among the clan members who still scrutinized her with their suspicious stares. In a pitch I’d never heard her speak in, she stated, “High Arbitrator, I promise to honor both my mate and my clan. Tor’ac’s life is my life, and I will do everything to protect his name and the name of his family… our family.”
I turned fully towards her, a little surprised at her last statement but welling with pride in my choice of mate. Meeya had already honored me on her planet, and I knew she would do so ten-fold within our clan. Looking out at the crowd, I saw a few blinking in astonishment at her words, and I knew she would win over most of them with time. And those few that she didn’t… would answer to me if any harm came to her.
My eyes went back to Ga’av as he stood contemplating her words. His eyes still rested heavily on her, but after a moment, he nodded and pounded his chest twice, clicking, “I welcome you to the Ghe’rekt-kyt clan, Meeya of Urth.” With that said he took his seat next to Ash’ka and began eating from his plate.
Most in the crowd took that as a signal to return to their eating, and I embraced Meeya fully in my arms, feeling her arms wrap about my waist. Rubbing my mandibles against her brow, I purred, “You make me so proud, Meeya. I am deeply honored by your words, my mate.”
I felt her face grow warm against my chest and she looked up at me with a small smile on her mouth. “I mean all of it, Tor’ac. And trust me, I didn’t think they’d greet me with open arms.”
“They will see how skilled you are soon enough, Meeya. Your hunter’s fire will see to that,” I clicked softly before eying the placement of food along the wall tables. “Shall we eat?”
“I would hope we would, Tor’ac, I’m starving and Duk’ar’s been slaving away over the fires and ovens,” La’rn growled nearly as loud as her stomach, interrupting us. “Besides, I need to welcome my new sister properly, and to do so you must release her.”
Giving La’rn a wry look over my shoulder, I did pull away from Meeya, watching my sister scoop my mate up into a tight hug. I chuckled, “Be careful, La’rn, I wouldn’t want to have to take Meeya to the healer too soon.”
“Oh, be quiet, Tor’ac, she’ll be fine,” La’rn trilled, flaring her top mandibles at me. “Meeya, feel free to ask me for more clothes, I’ve already got some ideas in mind for you.”
“La’rn, you don’t have to do that,” Meeya managed to speak as La’rn hugged her before setting my mate down.
“I know I don’t, but I want to!” I could already see La’rn’s excitement at creating something new for my Meeya. My sister did love a challenge, and I knew she would wear down Meeya’s defenses when it came to her clothing styles. “I want my sister to wear the best clothing found on our clan ship.”
Meeya looked down at her dress, smiling back up at La’rn. “Well, I guess I couldn’t ask for a better artist.”
“That’s the spirit!” La’rn clapped her hands.
“I doubt even your talent will be able to clothe that very well, La’rn,” a female voice clicked behind us.
Growling, I turned to glare at the one female I had hoped to never see again. She stood nearly as tall as La’rn, her locks bound and lying on either side of her neck. Her yellow eyes flicked from Meeya to me as her mandibles curled up in a sneer. Squaring my shoulders and crossing my arms, I glared at her. “Per’ra… you’re not welcome here. Leave now.”
“Is that any way to talk with the mate of your superior, Tor’ac?” Per’ra trilled, fingering the edges of her locks. “I’m sure Na’km wouldn’t like to hear how you’re treating me.”
“The lieutenant would probably prefer you to be by his side rather than here, so why not go to him, Per’ra?” La’rn growled, clenching her fists tightly. I noticed the action out of the corner of my eyes; it was rare for my sister to be riled so much as to give even that much voice to her thoughts. La’rn’s patience with others was something even I admired, but right now I knew she was as irritated as I was.
Per’ra lifted her chin to the side, her eyes resting on Meeya briefly before meeting my glare with a raised brow. “Did you complete your mission, Captain?”
“That is none of your concern, now pardon us, it is mealtime.” Wrapping an arm around Meeya’s shoulders, we strode away with La’rn following close behind. I noticed Meeya look over her shoulder, but I squeezed her arm lightly, drawing her attention back to me. “Don’t worry about that now, Meeya. It is a time for us to celebrate and be glad.”
“But… who is she? You and La’rn looked so upset,” Meeya voiced her concern, making my chest rumble deeply. Stopping, I leaned down to lay my brow against hers. “Tor’ac?”
“I will explain later, but I don’t want to spoil this moment or our appetites,” I trilled, placing a hand along her cheek. “Trust me, Meeya…”
“Okay,” she slowly answered even though I knew she still had questions. Already I saw the hunter’s fire spark within her eyes, and I couldn’t help brushing my mandibles over her lips. When I leaned back, Meeya had smiled up at me, saying, “I really like that. It makes my mouth tingle.”
“I’ll make sure to do it often, my mate,” I chuckled, pulling her close as we made our way to the tables laden with steaming platters of food.

[Mya’s POV]
Tor’ac removed his arm from around me and picked up two plates, moving to the table ahead of me with La’rn right beside me. I watched him point to the different types of meat, clicking, “Typically the lighter the color of meat, the spicier the flavor. This one is my personal favorite.” He picked up several large chunks from a platter of crimson meat, setting them on his plate. It almost looked like the raw steaks I gave him while on Earth.
“It is cooked, right?” I asked, looking a little skeptical about the meat’s slight sheen.
“Yes, my Duk’ar always cooks his dishes at a nice hot temperature,” La’rn assured me, taking several pieces for herself. “What he likes to do is brush on a lightly flavored glaze to add contrast to the actual meat’s spices.”
Tilting my head to look over the meat, I picked up a piece of the same meat they had each taken before moving on to look at some of the darker pieces. “I’ll give it a try, just to see if I like it, too. What about these? How spicy are they?” I pointed to a platter of deep brownish-colored meat and then motioned to the one next to it which held a pile of meat that I thought was the color of cherry wood.
“Hmmm… I think you might like this one,” Tor’ac said, pointing to the cherry wood-colored meat. “The glaze on it has a sweeter flavor that matches well with the slight spice.”
I reached out and took a few pieces as we made our way down what I called the “buffet line” even though the food looked much better than what one would find in a “buffet”. Grinning to myself, I thought I’d share this reminder of Earth with Tor’ac later. My grin softened to a smile as I watched and listened to Tor’ac explain more about the various types of fruits and greens on the table. I picked up a few that sounded and looked tasty, making sure to choose some that he had on his plate. Seeing Tor’ac in a calmer state was a relief considering all the resistance we’d had from the clan.
Twisting my mouth to the side, I wondered just what lay on the road ahead of us. The clan was obviously hesitant to accept me, but what really worried me were their reactions against Tor’ac. I hoped that his role as an arbitrator wouldn’t be called into question, then thought, ‘But then again, that’s the High Arbitrator’s call, isn’t it? If Ga’av should doubt Tor’ac, then there would be cause for worry. Still… I wonder.’
“Meeya, come and let’s sit over here,” La’rn’s chirring interrupted my thoughts as Tor’ac and I followed her to a round table that appeared to be bolted to the floor. The seats surrounding it also looked like they were attached, and I watched La’rn slide into one seat through an opening between two seats. ‘Geez… it’s like a lunch table at the university cafeteria.’
I slipped in between two seats and Tor’ac moved inside, sliding right up against me. A warm blush crept along my cheeks, and I leaned against his side for a moment before he wrapped his arm around me. Picking up one of the darker colored meats, I bit into it, slowly chewing and enjoying the slight sweet and spicy taste. The sweetness was just enough to temper the overall spice, which I also thought was delicious. I soon devoured the rest of that meat eagerly.
Watching the others eating their meat, I looked at the lighter-colored meat, picking it up and raising it to my mouth. Slowly, I bit into the meat, having to pull back to tear off a bite, and immediately heat filled my mouth. I coughed and forced myself to swallow the meat, patting my chest and panting as my tongue felt like it was on fire.
Tor’ac must have noticed my trouble as he set a glass of what I hoped was water in front of my hand. I grabbed the glass and took a long gulp of the sweetest water that had ever flowed from a spring. The cool liquid soothed my tongue and eased the heat in my mouth as I inhaled and released a long breath. “Now that… was spicy.”
“Are you alright, Meeya?” La’rn asked, giving me a concerned look and then motioning to one of the Yautja moving about with a large jug.
“It’s okay, La’rn, I think I’m good for now… but I don’t think I can finish this piece,” I answered, holding up the meat and smiling sheepishly.
With a low purr, Tor’ac leaned close to my fingers as his mandibles gingerly plucked the meat from my fingers, chewing briefly before swallowing. “Perhaps you can try it again once you have adjusted, Meeya.” Then, he rumbled deeply and brushed his closed mandibles over my hand, making me blush redly again.
The approaching Yautja with the water jug pulled my attention from Tor’ac and I smiled as he poured more water into our glasses, saying, “Thank you.” His coloring was almost a deep mahogany brown with lighter patches along the undersides of his arms stretching up to his neck and down his chest.
He raised a spiked brow and then nodded to me before looking at La’rn and purring deeply, setting a basket of what looked like flat bread on the table. Then, I watched with widened eyes as this male slid right next to La’rn, pulling her against him.
She trilled and leaned into him, a feat I thought was a little funny since she was nearly half a head taller than him. “Meeya, this is Duk’ar, my mate. My hunter’s heart, this is Meeya, Tor’ac’s mate.”
“I had heard something about an ooman in here and needed to come and see for myself,” Duk’ar chirred, settling his deep amber eyes on me. He tilted his head a little, looking down at my plate and then back up at my face, still slightly flushed from the heat of the meat and also Tor’ac’s touch. “You tried the kehr meat, didn’t you?”
“The red meat?” I asked, glancing down at my plate. “It was a bit too much for me, but I liked the… darker meat.”
Duk’ar opened his mandibles and inhaled, then looked at the glaze that remained on my plate. “Ah, yes, the juuk-on meat. How did it taste to you?”
“Mmmm, it was very delicious with a sweet taste that reminded me a bit of… a familiar glaze from Earth. I thought it complimented the slight spice of the meat. In fact,” I stopped and motioned to the bread basket. “Would you pass the basket please?”
The male quirked a brow but handed me the basket, and I took out a piece of the bread. Taking a bite, I smiled at the light texture as it almost melted in my mouth. “Perfect.” I slid part of the bread over the glaze that remained on my plate and ate, still smiling.
“You seem to be enjoying the food quite well,” Duk’ar chirred, rubbing his hand over La’rn’s arm and shoulder. “It’s rare to see a Yautja actually wipe the sauce or glaze up.”
“Well, when it’s a good sauce, you don’t waste it,” I said, eating the last bit of bread and reaching for another piece. “And as you can see, I’m not a Yautja.”
Barking in laughter, Duk’ar slapped the table with his free hand, and then raised his mandibles as he looked at Tor’ac. “I like her, Tor’ac. She knows how to appreciate good cooking.”
“That is my mate,” Tor’ac purred, rubbing his mandibles against my cheek. He seemed to watch me as I ate another piece of the flat bread, lifting his mandibles in a smile. “Do you like the na-an, Meeya?”
“‘Naan’?” I asked, blinking up at him as I looked at the bread. “It’s really good, but, Duk’ar, have you ever made a sweet one before? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Nodding, Duk’ar pointed at a nearby table with several older Yautja eating from three different baskets of na-an. “They favor the sweet na-an more than the savory, but I can bring some for you now.”
“Oh, it’s okay, please don’t trouble yourself,” I said, holding up my hands. “Besides, La’rn probably wants to have your company.”
“Truthfully, I must return to the kitchen right now to make sure my assistants are preparing the next batch of na-an… correctly,” Duk’ar chuckled. “It’s not that I don’t trust them, they just need to remember not to sample more than what it takes for a simple taste check.” With that, he rubbed his mandibles against La’rn’s before sliding out of the seat and heading back towards the kitchen.
La’rn sighed, leaning her chin on her hand as she watched Duk’ar leave. She had an almost dreamy look in her eyes, and I smiled when she looked over at Tor’ac and me. Blinking, she cleared her throat, taking a piece of na-an and chewing it slowly. “I think I’m going to stay a little bit longer… see if Duk’ar needs any help in the kitchen.”
I heard Tor’ac’s deep chuckle as he pulled me against his side, trilling, “We should retire to our chambers, Meeya.”
Blushing warmly at the tone of his voice, I swallowed thickly, saying, “O-Okay, Tor’ac. Where should we put the plates?”
“Leave them on the table at least this one night,” he replied, rubbing his mandibles against my hair, his voice a low whisper. “It is your first night on the clan ship, and I want to have you to myself soon.”
My eyes widened and I nodded as my cheeks burned with heat, slowly standing up to slide out of the bench and making our way outside the refectory.

[Tor’ac’s POV]
The lift doors opened to the arbitrator officers’ level, and I guided Meeya outside and into the corridor. She seemed in awe of the walls as she turned her head to look at the carvings decorating either side. Raising my mandibles, I pointed up to the ceiling, showing her another array of images carved into the metal above us.
“Wow… they’re all so beautiful,” she said, craning her neck back to see with only my arm keeping her steady enough to not lose her balance. “My God, it must have taken whoever carved them many years to do.”
“Even with the tools at our disposal, I believe it did take several years to complete just this level,” I said, nodding my head. “We have many different trades within the clan, Meeya, as you’ve already seen. Anyone may earn honor within their trade given the right amount of time or the right task.”
Meeya looked up once more, saying, “I’m sure they earned great honor after completing this job.”
Trilling to her, I led my mate to the doors of our chambers, stopping to let her admire the images carved within the heavy metal. It depicted a scene of a hunter stabbing his spear into one of the Kainde Amedha, one of the strongest and fiercest of prey. These creatures were reserved for blooding hunts when a young blood either becomes a warrior or meets death in the face of the hunt. She reached out and ran her fingers over the image of the hunter, then looked back at me.
“Is this you, Tor’ac?”
I chuckled deep in my chest, shaking my head. “No, but I am honored that you would think I could be captured in such a manner. Normally, this is a means of honoring hunters of years long past, preserving their story as well as their memory within all of us.”
“What’s the name of this hunter?” Meeya asked, smiling back at me.
“I believe his name was Khan’Ur…” I answered, tilting my head to remember his story. “As I recall, he was remembered not only as a powerful hunter but as a creator of one of the first archives for our clan.”
Her eyes widened as she faced me fully. “The archives are your libraries, right?”
Nodding, I couldn’t help trilling loudly at the look on Meeya’s face and the fire lighting within her eyes. “You will see ours tomorrow, my Meeya, I promise. Right now though, we have the night.” I pressed my palm against the panel next to the doors, waiting until the scanner finished reading my signal before the doors slid open.
“Oh, my…” Meeya gasped as we walked into our chambers, and I had to trill at her reaction. She moved forward, and I moved my arm from her back, letting her really take in the atmosphere of our home. “My God… Tor’ac… it’s amazing!”
“This is just my trophy room, Meeya,” I chirred in pride, puffing out my chest and really looking around the largest part of our living quarters. Skulls and weapons of various size and origin hung upon the walls, and seeing the empty hooks reminded me of my currently worn armor. I slowly undid the clasps of my shoulder guards and chest plate, lifting and setting them on the hooks along with my mask. Then, I stood back and watched my mate walk closer to inspect some of my trophies, the sight sending a shiver through my spine. “What do you think, Meeya?”
Meeya looked over her shoulder with nearly all of her teeth showing, her eyes bright as she took in all of it. “It’s incredible. I’ve never seen such skulls before, and the weapons are… astounding. Some resemble weaponry I’ve seen before and others… I can’t even begin to think of how to use them. Tor’ac, it’s a veritable archive itself!”
Rumbling deep in my chest, I swiftly approached Meeya, wrapping my arms around and pulling her smaller form against me. “By Paya, it’s that fire that makes me want you now!” I growled to her, leaning down and rubbing my mandibles through her hair and across her pale brow. Still, I heard the voice in my mind hissing and ordering me to go slow and not frighten her.
For a moment, I thought I had done just that as I held Meeya within my close embrace. Then, I felt her arms circle my waist, her hands moving over my back as she nuzzled against my neck. Her face felt warm and as I pulled back, I saw her skin had colored partially just along her cheeks. Already, I heard her heart racing, and I growled at myself that I had made her nervous. “My Meeya… come, let me show you the bathing chamber.”
“Bathing chamber?” she asked, blinking at me in what I took as surprise. “How large is it, Tor’ac?”
“You will see, my mate,” I answered, guiding her to the set of doors on the left side of the trophy room.

[Mya’s POV]
‘Bathing chamber’ was definitely the correct term for the enormous room lined with smooth stone tiles in various shades of blue. The floor tiles were arranged in a sort of circular swirl that drew a body towards one of two directions. Placed dead center in the chamber was a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool, and already steam curled just above the water’s surface. The secondary circling tiles framed what look like a cylinder.
Curious, I approached the cylinder and laid a hand against it, looking back at Tor’ac. “What’s this thing?”
“This is a bathing column,” Tor’ac trilled, reaching around me to grasp the handle and pull open the door. Pointing inside to thousands of tiny holes in the ceiling, he clicked, “Water flows from there down here, and then gathers and flows back into the purification system down there.” He motioned towards the floor which had three drains spaced evenly through the column.
“So it’s like a giant shower,” I said, smiling and gazing up at him as he nodded. Pressing a hand on the inside wall, I felt heat radiating through the metal and I asked, “Does it always feel this warm in here? It feels nice.”
Tor’ac circled his arm around my shoulders, drawing my back against his vibrating chest. I closed my eyes when he rubbed his mandibles against my hair, growling softly, “Would you like to use it now, Meeya?” I felt his hand against the back of my head, pulling out the clip holding my hair and sending it tumbling down my back.
Swallowing thickly, I looked over my shoulder and met his gaze, seeing his green eyes had darkened once more which sent a shiver running through my spine. When I couldn’t quite find my words, I nodded and Tor’ac rubbed his heated palm over my bare arm before releasing me. I felt his fingers working at the tie of my sash, slowly loosening the binding and my dress until I saw the sash fall to the floor.
My hands came up to the edge of the fabric wrapped around me, pulling it free and slowly moving the cloth from around my body. I swallowed again as my cheeks flushed, knowing that Tor’ac was watching me undress, and for a moment I hesitated, doubt rearing its head. Hearing his low rumble just behind me, I froze as his hands grasped mine and pulled my dress away, baring my backside completely.
The underclothes that La’rn had given me were all that remained of my clothing, yet even they didn’t cover much. It felt as though Tor’ac could see everything all at once even if my back was facing him, and I wondered what he was thinking now. Slowly turning around, I saw his eyes meet mine and he reached out to brush his palm over my cheek and down my neck, stopping at my shoulder. His hand felt warmer than before, or maybe I was just cold from being nearly naked.
Tor’ac slid his hand over my back, lightly caressing my skin before reaching the clasp of the thin strap that served as my bra. He pushed against my back, pressing my front against his chest, and I just knew he could feel the pounding of my heart inside my breast. Placing his free hand along my cheek, Tor’ac angled my face up and slowly leaned down to gently brush his mandibles over my lips. I splayed my palms along the hard planes of his chest, pressing my mouth to his quivering mandibles in a kiss.
I felt his fingers against the clasp of the strap; it gave way and the two ends fell along my sides, his warm palm smoothing down my bare back. I pressed to his chest, his caress urging me forward as his dreads fell around my shoulders, my left hand sliding up his chest and neck, gently smoothing over his jaw. Tor’ac slowly opened his mandibles, spreading them before reaching out to brush my cheeks with deft fangs; I leaned in closer to lightly kiss his hard mouth. It was different since I was really kissing his closed teeth, but I would expect no part of Tor’ac to be soft, not even his mouth.
When he moved back just a bit, Tor’ac caught my falling bra before dropping it to the side with my dress and sash. I practically felt the warmth radiating from my skin as my body flushed, but I resisted the urge to cover my nakedness in front of my mate. Instead, I stepped towards him, pressing my body to his hard form and sliding my hands along his arms and shoulders. To my surprise, Tor’ac stepped back though his hands grasped mine tightly as he knelt down in front of me. It was still astonishing that his head was level with my chest, and I released an awed breath.
After Tor’ac released my hands, he rested his palms on my hips, hooking his thumbs through the waist of my underwear and pulling them down. Blinking, I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, raising one foot and then the other, watching the last bit of my clothing join the pile. He circled his arms around my legs, palms cupping my rump and making me gasp in surprise as he pulled me towards him. “Tor’ac!”
He looked up at me, and I saw his eyes were such a dark green… so filled with warm desire that I couldn’t help the breathless sigh that escaped my lips. Squeezing my butt, Tor’ac bent down to where his face was level with the juncture of my legs. His mandibles splayed and I heard him take an audible deep breath as his mouth hovered just inches from me.
A deep rumble vibrated his entire body as Tor’ac groaned in his throat, growling out, “Meeya… my Meeya…” Then, he pressed his mouth against me, making my hands grip his shoulders to steady my slightly unstable body. He inhaled once more, making both of us moan as his hot breath made my insides quiver, and I arched my hips into him while almost losing my balance. Tor’ac’s firm grip on me was the only thing that kept me from falling back.
I wasn’t sure if this was part of Yautja mating, but to have him… scenting me like this was so very intimate. One of my hands slid around and behind his head, gripping his dreads and gently coaxing my mate forward. “God, Tor’ac…” I moaned out as he inhaled and exhaled long breaths, switching from lightly squeezing to roughly groping my rump.
My eyes widened when I felt something long and thin slide along my nether lips, the tip slowly prodding between the folds. I twitched a little at the unfamiliar feeling, but Tor’ac held fast around my body, his mandibles lightly brushing over my sensitive mound. Holding onto his dreads still, I closed my eyes as what I guessed was my mate’s tongue curled and brushed along my inner walls. It was so thin yet moved in such a deft manner, lapping up the wetness I felt dripping below.
Swallowing hard, I opened my eyes to look down as Tor’ac still worked at the juncture of my legs, feeling his tongue dart inside and out before he pulled back. He looked up at me with a hooded gaze, gently setting me on wobbly legs and then standing next to me.
“Go inside,” he chirred heavily, nodding to the column as he brushed a large hand over my back and side. “I’ll join you shortly.”
“Okay,” I breathed out, slowly making my way to the open door, briefly glancing back at him. “Don’t be too long.”
Tor’ac purred deep in his throat, slowly looking over my body before meeting my gaze with a heated stare. Chills shot through my limbs as I inhaled deeply.
Stepping inside the huge shower, I looked around for the switch that would start the water running. A panel along the wall near the door looked promising, and I pressed my hand against it. Water rained down on me from the ceiling, and I smiled at the feel of it running through my hair.
The temperature was a little cooler than I thought it would be, but it was still nice to wash again. Looking around, I wasn’t sure which bottles to use to wash with, so I began splashing more water over my skin, rubbing over my wet arms and torso. Water sluiced through my hair, and I pushed it back away from my face, massaging my hair.
A pair of clawed hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against a muscular form, and I felt his rumbling chest along my back. Looking up, I smiled at Tor’ac as he chirred to me, rubbing his mandibles against my wet hair.
“That didn’t take long,” I said, my body flushing at being within such close contact with him.
“Mmm, I didn’t want to keep you waiting, Meeya,” he answered, stroking along my hips and circling his arms around my waist. His hands smoothed over my stomach, sending flutters through me and raising goose bumps on my skin. “Did you need assistance in washing?”
Motioning towards the bottles, I laughed softly. “I wasn’t quite sure what to use, so some help would be welcome.” I leaned into his chest, rubbing my backside against him and felt something hard press against my back, drawing a soft moan from my lips. My heart hammered in my chest as I waited for Tor’ac to move towards the bottles, but instead I felt soft pricks along my shoulder where he nipped my skin.
I leaned my head to the side, and Tor’ac accepted my invitation with small nips up my shoulder and to my neck. Reaching up, I stroked along his cheek, feeling the muscles of his mandibles working under his wet skin as he nipped along my neck. His hands slid up my stomach to my breasts, roughly gripping them at first before loosening his grip as his fingers circled around my nipples. I barely noticed the water still falling on us.
Turning around to face him, I was a little nervous about looking over his entire body, but my eyes soon looked down. I couldn’t help it, as I had to see Tor’ac in all of his alien masculinity. Looking from his massive chest to his taut stomach, my gazed drifted lower, and he was thick and long… At least both thicker and longer than what I had seen before. And definitely standing ready.
I swallowed slowly as Tor’ac reached out to lightly stroke my wet cheek, coaxing my gaze up to look at him. “You are nervous, Meeya…”
“A little… but it’s okay, Tor’ac,” I said, placing my own hand over his along my cheek and smiling at him. “It’s okay because it’s you.”
“I will go slow until you tell me otherwise then,” he growled deeply to me, placing his free hand along my side and sliding his palm over my hip. Bending down, he brushed his mandibles over my brow as the water rained down, washing over our bodies.
His fingers smoothed down my upper thigh and then back up the inside, sending shivers through me as he lightly cupped the juncture of my legs. Slipping one thick finger inside, Tor’ac stroked the warm wetness before sliding another finger in, taking care not to prick me with his claws. I closed my eyes with a soft gasp as his fingers slowly stroked me, nearly falling back against the wall if he had not caught me around the waist, pulling my body against his.
When I moved my hips against his, Tor’ac purred heavily in his chest and edged me over to the wall. The heat of the metal felt good against my back as he pulled his fingers away from me. Reaching around me, my mate cupped his hands under my thighs, lifting me off my feet and spreading my legs at the same time.
I held onto his shoulders and leaned against the wall in a somewhat more comfortable position, and Tor’ac placed his body between my legs. My heart pounded hard inside my chest as I watched him position the tip of his length at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside of me, the sheer thickness of him starting to fill me below. I inhaled deeply and exhaled a long breath in an attempt to relax my body as he slid more inside of me.
It was good that Tor’ac was going slow as it had been awhile for me, though I doubted others could have prepared me for him. I winced and hissed out a breath as a twinge of pain came from below. He must have seen my wince because he stopped and purred deeply, beckoning me closer with a tilt of his head.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled my torso closer to him and felt his warm chest vibrating against mine. ‘Oh, his heat…’ I thought, relaxing into him and resting my brow along his shoulder. Tor’ac pressed inside of me more, still holding me up and supporting all of my weight now. His thumbs brushed along my wet skin, moving in slow circles.
“My Meeya,” he growled near my ear, and I shivered against his body, rubbing my cheek along his shoulder.
I gripped around his neck a bit tighter, whispering, “My Tor’ac.”
His purr became even louder as the sound seemed to resonate throughout my entire body rather than just my chest. Then, our hips pressed together and I knew all of him was buried deep inside of me; he didn’t move save for his chest expanding against me with each of his breaths. Circling my legs around his waist, I clung to him with all of my limbs, pressing against him as much as possible.
Without any word, Tor’ac slowly moved his hips back, pulling out of me at the same time before pushing inside to fill me again. Each time he pulled back, it felt easier for him to return inside me, and I began moving with him, bucking against his hips when he thrust into me. I wanted to draw him deep within me as each time he drew back I felt empty.
Remembering what gripping his dreads had done to him before, I slowly grasped a handful and lightly tugged against them. Tor’ac released a throaty growl as his pace increased, thrusting a bit harder into me and I cried out in surprised pleasure. I tugged on his dreads again, and he moved to press my back against the wall as his hips slapped mine with his faster pace. There was no way I could try and match him, though my legs clenched around his waist as I rode him.
My blood rushed through my limbs, heating me almost as much as Tor’ac’s body did, and I gasped for breath at each of his thrusts. I felt my inner walls clamp down hard on him even as his hips still pumped against mine. The heat rushing through my body finally pooled in between my legs, and I screamed out his name as my body arched against him, closing my eyes.
I heard Tor’ac growl out my name as he thrust fervently against me until I felt him release inside; his roar thundered along the walls and vibrated me entirely. Liquid heat engulfed me as it rushed through my inner passage, his hips pressed tightly to mine as his length still pumped in me. He rested his cheek against the side of my head, panting as heavily as I was.
Holding onto him, my arms and legs both felt so limp. I finally noticed my wet hair plastered to my back as my awareness of the rest of the world returned. “And here… I thought this was just a giant shower.”
“Would you still like… me to help you wash, Meeya?” he growled with a throaty chuckle, still panting for breath.
“Think I’m a bit… too tired for that,” I replied while rubbing my cheek against his. “Do you think I need to?”
Tor’ac leaned his head back enough to stare into my eyes, and I watched him open his mandibles to inhale deeply. With a hooded gaze, he purred heavily with that breath, growling, “Your scent is remarkable… I think washing can wait. Besides… I wouldn’t want to remove my scent from you right now.”
I felt the heat of blush crawl along my face, and I smiled as he stepped back from the wall still carrying me. “I wouldn’t want to do that either.” Groaning softly when he pulled free of me, I uncurled my legs from around him, leaning against him as I stood on shaky legs.
Reaching for the panel along the wall, Tor’ac stopped the flowing water, but lucky for me it was still rather warm inside the column. He rubbed his mandible against my brow before guiding me towards the entrance. When he opened the door, I was surprised that the outside was almost as warm as inside the column. “It’s warmer than it was before, not that I’m complaining after our… shower.”
“The bathing area adjusts temperature automatically so that we don’t get too chilled following a… shower,” he purred, pulling me against his hot body tighter as we stepped outside and onto a soft-furred mat. Removing his arm, Tor’ac stretched around me and then draped a long cloth around my shoulders. His hands gently rubbed the cloth over my wet torso, making sure to dry me everywhere even the soles of my feet and my palms.
I blushed at his attentiveness, saying, “I can do that, Tor’ac… you don’t have to.”
“I want to, Meeya, at least this time.” He moved the towel up to cover my hair, patting and rubbing to soak up as much of the water from my hair as possible.
“What about you?”
Meeting my eyes, Tor’ac pulled another cloth from behind where I stood and wrapped it around his waist. Then, he chirred as I moved in towards him and unwrapped the cloth, rubbing it over him as he had done for me. He groaned when I dried below his stomach, and I flushed with heat before moving on to dry more of his form. I had to stretch a bit to reach his head, but he leaned down to make it easier to dry his crest and the top of his dreads. Those, I dried with gentle rubs, and even that didn’t stop a low drawn-out purr from his chest.
Once both of us were fairly dry, I wrapped my cloth around my chest to offer additional warmth as Tor’ac wrapped his around his waist again. He curled an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him as we headed towards the bedroom. The massive round bed was just like the one on the cruiser only much larger and set against the wall farthest from the door.
Pulling back the thick top covering and thin sheet, Tor’ac removed his cloth and slipped onto the bed, turning onto his side and still holding up the covers for me. I barely hesitated as I dropped my towel from around me, settling onto the bed and moving closer to him. He lowered the covers, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth mostly emitting from his body. His arms curled around my back, drawing me against his warm, welcoming and rumbling chest.
I tried to stifle my yawn in vain as I covered my opening mouth, and then looked up to see my mate yawning as his mandibles spread wide. Giggling a little, I smiled, saying, “I suppose it is time for us to rest, Tor’ac.”
He trilled softly and nodded. “We will need it for tomorrow, Meeya. You’ll be meeting the other sol’rachs and will need to select a mentor to guide you through the tasks of becoming a sol’rach yourself. And…”
I lifted my head when he paused, waiting for him to continue. His brow furrowed deeply as he looked off to the side, and I immediately thought about Ka’jai. “And… we’ll be going to see Ka’jai tomorrow, too, right?”
Tor’ac raised a brow when he turned towards me again, his mandibles raised in a ‘smile.’ “My mate is very astute. Yes, I need to speak with him… and see who is guarding him.”
“Who’s guarding him? Why?” I frowned a bit at the concerned tone in his voice.
"Let’s just say… I want to make sure my brother is kept safe, Meeya,” he growled softly, reaching up to brush a finger along my cheek. “I shouldn’t speak like this when we should be resting… especially during our first night together.”
Laying my head against his chest, I wrapped my arm around his stomach and caressed his side. “We should definitely get some rest then, especially if we’re going to have more nights like this together.” I smiled up at him, rubbing my cheek along his chest.
“We definitely will have many more nights like this,” he rumbled and pulled me on top of him, making me cry out in surprise. “You’ll be warmer this way, Meeya.”
Raising my head, I smiled and shook my head at him before leaning close to kiss his mandibles. I didn’t even pause when he spread them so I could kiss his inner mouth, smiling when his mandibles brushed over my cheeks. “Good night, my Tor’ac,” I whispered.
“Good night, my Meeya,” he rumbled as I laid my head against his chest once more and closed my eyes for sleep.

TBC
A/N: HOLY. SCHNIKIES. Could I have waited ANY longer to finish this chapter? Well, yes, I’m sure I could have, but here it is, everyone. I really hope it was worth the wait and I’m really hoping to keep the momentum going with chapter 13. For those who have been here since the beginning, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking it out this long. For those who are new readers, I really hope you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read so far. Thank you all, especially: torturequeen06 (I’m so glad you enjoy it, TQ, you’re a wonder to bounce ideas off with.); shortest_warrior (LOL That would have been funny to see, but not sure that’s “Ga’av-like” behavior, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.); Lilly Wolfsbane (Well, now that I’ve gotten to the good part, I hope you enjoyed it at last. lol); Wrex (I have to admit, your review made me squeal happily, and I’m glad you’ve been loving Mya and Tor’ac’s story so far. Here’s hoping this scene was happily received, too.); Emily (Well, you know I couldn’t just leave it off there when there’s more to the story to tell, and thank you for reading and enjoying the story. New readers are always welcome.); GrayHuntress (Maybe it was our talk that got me on the ball to get this chapter finished, so I appreciate the needed inspiration, hun.); Zirconia (That really made my year reading your comment, and I really hope this update keeps with that comment.); Ice DemonRanger (Thank you so much, and I’ll do my best!) Once again, thank you for reading!
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