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Chapter 5: Come Cover Me
Come cover me with you
For the thrill
Till you will take me in
Come comfort me in you
Young love must
Live twice only for us
~~~
Arriving at Elder D'rhan's
home, Ro'nan stood in one of the lounges as his father leaned back against the
pillows on the floor. D'rhan watched his
eldest son carefully; he knew Ro'nan usually never remained standing while in
one of the lounges. "What is on
your mind, Ro'nan?" he finally asked.
Raising his gaze from the
floor, Ro'nan stared at his father and sighed.
"I have removed U'ra and It'rea as my mates, Elder. They have been sent back to their families
with that message. I’ll be sending news
of their punishment after I’ve had time to mull over it."
"Good riddance,"
D'rhan said, waving a hand. "U'ra
had a terrible temper, and It'rea...there was always something about her that
made me feel she was hiding something."
Blinking at his father in
disbelief, Ro'nan stammered, "You...you don't care that I just dismissed
not one, but both of my mates?"
"Should I be concerned
that my son has removed unwanted females from his home?" D'rhan inquired,
raising a brow.
"When you say it like
that...I suppose not," Ro'nan replied.
"I will say this,
Ro'nan," the Elder stated, watching his son sit down. "Your dismissal of both mates will make
others look upon you with doubt, and there might be some that question your
status not only as general but as a male Yautja. Just be prepared for that when it comes, my
son."
Nodding, Ro'nan knew what would
possibly come with his removal of both females as his mates, but it didn't
really concern him. If nothing else, he
would have to beat a few males who would challenge him.
"But that is not all
that is weighing in your mind...is it, Ro'nan?" D'rhan questioned, staring
at his son.
Meeting his father's stern
gaze, he sighed and rolled his shoulders, saying, "No. There is more, Father. Have you ever...felt what the Drae-guns call…'l'ov'?"
D'rhan's eyes widened a
little, and he smiled behind his mandibles as he watched his son shift around
almost like a Yautja two centuries younger than his actual age. "What do you mean?"
Trying to remember what Kira
had said, Ro'nan recalled, "It is...such a strong feeling of devotion to
another...just one other…that when this person is away from you...or injured because
of you...there is a strong pain inside.
You would be willing to...to die for that one...and they would be
willing to do the same...just for you.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"Ah, you mean how I
still feel about your mother," D'rhan suggested.
"You still think of
Mother...even though it's been fifty years since her passing?" Ro'nan
asked, staring at his father.
"Of course. El'aia was my...my bonded one, you could
say." The Elder sighed as he
remembered his beloved mate. "She
was the first mate I felt I could trust with my life...the first mate I
believed I could tell anything, and she would listen and speak with me of her
own troubles. My current mates are fine
company when needed by either them or me, but it isn't the same. You could say I have only ever l’oved your
mother."
Lowering his gaze to the
floor, Ro’nan wondered if that was how he truly felt for one he had known these
recent past years. She was the one who was
there to listen and advise him when he asked; she was the one who trusted
him…even saved his life. Bringing a hand
to rest under his chin, he pondered whether it was wrong to feel so strongly
for someone not of his race. Yet he
couldn’t help the feeling which pulled him to her…and drew her to him.
“I suppose the only other…who
made me really remember your mother …was Oreana,” D’rhan stated, inhaling
softly.
“Kira’s mother?” Ro’nan
looked up in surprise before realizing what he had called her. “I…I mean, the former Guardian?”
Nodding, D’rhan
continued. “Oreana…had a way of looking
at others with…something more in her eyes.
By Paya, I wanted to make her my mate…but she had told me that her heart
would always belong to her mate even into death. And she once asked me if I had ever felt
something like that before. It made me
think even more of El’aia…and how much I missed her presence.”
After thinking about what
D’rhan had told him, Ro’nan cracked his knuckles, saying, “Father…I want to
take a new mate.”
“Are you sure about that
after just removing two?” The Elder turned towards his son, raising a heavy
brow and clicking his mandibles. “You’ll
also need time to find this new mate.”
“No…I already know who she
is. And I should have asked her…long
ago,” the younger Yautja stated.
“I trust she is worth all of
the trouble that seems to have come from your former mates.”
“That…and much more, Father.”
~~~
Waking up inside the darkness
of her bedroom, Kira sat up and stretched her arms before remembering what had
transpired. She inhaled sharply and
covered her face with her hands, running her fingers through her white
hair. Getting out of bed, Kira knew she
had to be strong; she couldn’t let what almost happened get the better of
her.
Then, she remembered Ro’nan
charging inside to rescue her; his strong arms had been wrapped around her in a
comforting embrace. At least, Kira
believed it was supposed to comfort her…but there had been some added force in
his grip. It was almost…protective. Shaking her head, she knew she was probably
imagining things.
Quickly dressing in a
sleeveless white shift and a long, tied skirt, Kira left her chambers and
entered the library. She picked up one
of the data pads and started looking through the information stored in it. Exhaling a harsh breath, she dropped the pad
and sank to the pillows on the floor, her face buried in her hands. Her sobs somehow prevented her from hearing
the library doors slide open.
Walking inside the library,
Ro’nan let out a sigh in relief as he finally found where Kira was. He had returned from his father’s home and
immediately went to her chambers only to find her gone. For a moment, pure panic gripped him as he
thought that U’ra or It’rea had returned to do something more to Kira. Then, his senses finally made him stop and
think about how they could get inside with the guards posted at each entrance. That was when he heard quiet sobbing while in
the corridor, and he followed it to the library.
Slowly, Ro’nan approached
where Kira sat in the middle of the floor pillows, and he eased down near
her. When she looked up at him, he saw
her eyes were rimmed from crying, and he felt the ache in his chest once
more. Reaching out his hand, Ro’nan
hesitantly touched her face, his thumb brushing away some of her tears as he
purred to her. “Kira…”
“M…Master Ro’nan, I’m…sorry
for whatever trouble I’ve caused,” Kira stated as she looked down, trying to
move away from his touch. She didn’t
want him to feel how fast her heart was racing right now.
Ro’nan didn’t remove his hand
from her cheek, and he just stared at her as she apologized for something that
she had not caused. Lifting her chin up,
he said, “I should be the one apologizing…even begging for your forgiveness,
Kira. I allowed myself to be blind to
the truth; U’ra and It’rea’s contempt for you and…not knowing how to say…what I
felt before.”
Blinking, Kira looked at him,
confused by his words, asking, “What…what do you mean, Master Ro’nan?”
Moving to his knees, Ro’nan grasped
her wrist gently, pulling Kira into his embrace. As he rubbed his mandibles against her hair,
he asked, “Can’t you hear it, Kira?”
Just when the words ‘hear
what’ came to her, Kira heard another beat pounding almost as swiftly as her
heart. Her eyes widened when she
realized it was Ro’nan’s heart she heard as he held her. Inhaling, her chest rose and fell almost as
though she was out of breath, and Kira placed her hands against his chest
armor, pushing away from him.
“Kira, I want you to become
my mate.” Ro’nan stared at her,
breathing almost as hard as she was. Her
eyes looked so bright; he couldn’t tear his gaze from hers.
“Master Ro’nan…I…I cannot…do
that.” She slowly backed away from him,
though it pained her to have to do so. “You…already
have two mates.”
“They have been removed as my
mates, Kira.” He leaned closer to her,
not understanding why she should refuse him…unless she did not feel as he
did. A twinge of pain moved through his
chest at that thought.
Her eyes widened at Ro’nan’s
words, and she almost fell on her back when she heard him. “But…why…?”
“Both of them tried to harm
you, Kira. But it’s more than their
punishment.” Ro’nan crawled over the
pillows until his hands were on either side of where her legs were. “I now understand why Drae-guns choose to
devote themselves to one mate. Kira…ever
since I’ve met you, there has been this…indescribable pull I feel. And it always leads me to you.”
Listening to him, Kira could
practically feel her blood rushing through her veins as her heart threatened to
beat its way from her chest. It seemed
almost too good to be true, but she wanted to believe that Ro’nan could love
someone. Most of all she wished it could
be her.
Slowly, the Yautja general
moved over Kira’s body, and when she lay back on the pillows, he stopped and
leaned against his arms. He could hear
her heart pounding, and he trilled knowing what his presence did to her. Looking down into her green eyes, Ro’nan
continued. “There is only one that I
want as my mate, and she is the only one I will ever need. Kira…please…tell me you feel this.”
Opening her mouth, she
couldn’t find the words to really describe what she felt, but she knew what to
do. Kira reached her hands up and traced
her fingers along his face, over his brows and down the muscles of his
mandibles. Softly brushing her thumbs
along the smooth bone of each mandible, she looked at this male so different in
appearance. Wrapping her arms around his
neck, she pulled him down to her, whispering, “I love you…Master Ro’nan.”
“It is just ‘Ro’nan’
now…Kira.” Lowering his face towards
her, Ro’nan purred against her neck, inhaling her scent with a sigh. Her scent was something more than he could
describe; it was clean, fresh, pure…just her.
Carefully moving her long hair, his mandibles nipped along her skin
bringing a small gasp from her throat. Purring
even more, he knew mating with her would be something…different. But he reveled in knowing that.
Kira closed her eyes as he
moved down her neck to her collarbone, slowly licking along each inch of her
bare skin. When she felt him sliding the
straps of her shift off her shoulders, her eyes snapped open, and she gripped
his wrists, saying, “Wait…someone could come in and see.”
Leaning back, Ro’nan stared
into her eyes as Kira looked worriedly towards the door. “What if they did? You are my mate, Kira.”
“Yes, Ro’nan.” She blushed, so happy to finally be able to
say his name without his respectful title.
“But no one knows this yet…and…”
“Very well…my Kira,” he said,
rising off her. Walking to the door,
Ro’nan pressed a series of keys on the comm. to secure the room, turning to
look at his mate as she lay on the pillows.
“Now, no one can walk in on us.”
As he slowly walked towards
her, Kira could have sworn Ro’nan was flexing his muscles with each step, and
she smiled at her new mate. She watched
him kneel down and crawl over her body once more, growling softly to him since
Drae-guns couldn’t purr as the Yautja did.
‘By all the waters of the sea…I
want him so much,’ she thought as he piled pillows around her.
After making a more
comfortable ‘bed’ for them, Ro’nan ran his large hands from the flare of her
hips, up her sides and barely brushed her breasts. He caught one of her wrists in his hand and
brought it to his open mandibles. With
small, brief darts of his tongue, he tasted the sensitive pulse there and moved
along the inside of her forearm. Her
skin was really soft there, and he glanced down at Kira as she closed her eyes
with a moan.
Each lick was enough to send
a shiver down Kira’s spine as Ro’nan practically tortured her with pleasurable
licks. How could he know the wrists were
such sensitive points for Drae-guns? As
if in response, Ro’nan grasped her other wrist and slowly licked each part of her
pulse point. A breath caught in her
throat as her hand clenched involuntarily, and Kira’s eyes snapped open to gaze
into his.
“I never thought I would say
this…but you are cruel, Ro’nan,” she said, smiling.
“Only when I need to be,” he told
her, releasing her wrist and leaning over her body. Several of his dreads fell over his
shoulders, brushing against Kira’s covered breasts.
Grasping them in her hand,
Kira gently tugged them and looked up when Ro’nan gasped, purring against her lower
body. She smiled and leaned up to rub
her cheek against his, and she turned her head enough for her lips to brush
against his face. Slowly, she kissed the
muscles of his jaw until she reached his mandibles, softly breathing against
them before pressing her mouth to them.
Ro’nan felt his mandibles
twitching involuntarily against her touches, and he reached a hand down to the
tie of her skirt. With one tug, the tie
loosened, and he placed his hands at her waist, sliding the cloth down off her
hips. Kira shivered beneath him, and
Ro’nan leaned back concerned, asking, “Kira…?”
But he stopped his question when she shook her head, placing her hands
along his shoulders.
Lifting her hips, Kira allowed
Ro’nan to remove the skirt completely, though her shift still covered down to
the middle of her thighs. She ached to
feel his strong hands against her skin, caressing all of her and claiming her
as his mate.
With a growl, Ro’nan removed
his armor, dropping it outside of their ‘bed’ with a dull ‘thud’. All he wore was his cloth and belt; only two
layers of cloth separated him from his mate.
The thought sent a pleasant purr vibrating through his body all the way
to his fingers as he tangled them into Kira’s soft hair. Opening his mandibles, they brushed along
Kira’s cheeks, and she leaned up to press her lips against his mouth.
The touch of her softness
against his hard mouth drove a jolt through him, and Ro’nan opened his mouth
enough to brush his narrow tongue against her lips. She parted them in a moan, and he slipped
inside her mouth, savoring her taste. Pulling
out of their kiss, he stared into her brilliant eyes as the dark slits of her
pupils widened. ‘Paya, she is so amazing…and she is mine.’
Unable to take it anymore,
Ro’nan’s claws tore through the shift, sending pieces of cloth to the floor
outside their bed. Kira flinched
slightly as his claws grazed her stomach, but he only took notice of her soft
growl as her hands stroked his back.
Looking down at her round breasts, he groaned and flared his mandibles,
taking the taut tip inside his mouth.
Gasping, Kira’s arms came
around his neck, holding her mate close to her chest as his long tongue circled
around her nipple tracing along her breast.
His sharp teeth nipped along her sensitive mound, forcing a moan from
her lips. Inclining her head towards
him, she rubbed her forehead against his wide brow, gripping a cluster of his
dreads in her hands. Feeling electric jolts
through his skull and down his spine, Ro’nan’s breath caught in his throat as
he moved back, looking at Kira. She met
his gaze with hooded eyes, arching her back and rubbing her breasts against his
hard chest. Growling deep in his throat,
he ripped his belt free and threw his cloth across the room.
As she saw him for the first
time lying naked over her, Kira felt breath leave her lungs as her chest rose
and fell. ‘Oh, by the sea…he is mine. My
mate.’ Ro’nan stared at her with
intense eyes much darker than usual, and she swallowed slowly, arching her body
in welcome to his. Seeing her so ready,
he inhaled and filled his lungs with her sweet arousal, his head reeling almost
drowning in her scent. ‘She is still pure…I must go slow…for her.’ His hands cupped her breasts, kneading and
tugging her soft mounds as Kira threw her head back with a pleading moan.
That sound was enough to pull
Ro’nan’s attention to the throbbing hard member between his legs, aching to be
inside his mate. Positioning just above
her, he moved to her opening, slowly pushing inside her. She felt his slow movement as he began to
fill her, and her mouth gaped open, tensing slightly from his presence. Her claws dug into his muscled back
unintentionally as her hands shook from the newness of the sensation. The sharp points in his skin drove a lusty
growl from him as his thrusts increased in speed.
Rocking her hips against his,
Kira could feel her blood pulsing in each vein as something churned inside her
lower area. Her body shuddered in tremors
as Ro’nan continued thrusting and creating those wonderful swirling sensations
inside. She arched towards his body,
rubbing her breasts against the roughness of his body and clutching him to her,
never wanting to let him go. An orgasm
crashed through her, forcing a shrieking roar from her throat as bursts of
light crossed her vision.
Ro’nan felt her inner walls
shuddering, demanding as much of him as he could give, and he drove himself
fully inside her. His hands slid behind
her arching back, holding her in that position as he pumped, feeling his own
climax close. Staring at Kira’s flushed
face, he couldn’t believe he had denied what his eyes and body told him time
and again. He had shoved aside the fact
that she meant so much to him in more ways than he could comprehend now. But in this moment, he saw and knew that she
was his even from the fateful day of battle with the former guardian. Kira…no, Anikira, guardian of the Water
Drae-guns and his own people, was his.
Swelling deep within his
mate, he threw his head back as his thundering roar rattled the very walls
surrounding them. Her walls pulled him
in further, taking all of his seed he gave her.
And his arms clasped her tightly, almost daring any who would attempt to
take her to try so he might rip their throats out. Blinking his eyes, he stared at Kira as she
attempted to slow her breathing. She
opened her eyes, and he felt himself falling within the green spheres. He leaned down, brushing his mandibles
against her cheeks.
“My Kira,” he purred, combing
back some of her disheveled hair.
Smiling, she sighed
contentedly, “Ro’nan…my mate.” She still
felt him inside her, relishing in the closeness that all Drae-guns felt with
their mates and rejoicing that she finally knew it, too. Such joyful ecstasy that she had not known
until now.
Slowly pulling out of her,
Ro’nan laid next to her, curling his body around Kira’s as much as he
could. She rolled to her side and
nestled against him, her head bent under his chin as her hand splayed against
his hard chest. Curving an arm around
her waist, he rubbed his palm in slow circles against her back. Her eyes closed and she growled softly to
him.
Then, both heard a pounding
sound against the door, and Ro’nan lifted his head, flaring his mandibles in
agitation that someone would dare interrupt them. Rising, he unsheathed a blade from his armor,
glancing at Kira as she flexed a hand, her eyes meeting his before moving to
the door. He was probably being
overprotective of his new mate, but his mind was on the earlier happenings of
the day. And he would ensure that no one
would harm her as long as he lived.
Pressing in the release code
to the door, Ro’nan blocked the entire entry with his bulk as the door slid
open. He eased his grip on the blade
when he saw K’on looking rather shocked to see him and perhaps feeling awkward,
saying, “General…I, uh…heard a shriek and thought…Kira was…um…”
“She is fine…and very
content,” Ro’nan chuckled, flaring his mandibles in a grin as he glanced over
his shoulder.
Kira favored him with a
pleased smile before trying to pull the remainder of her shift over her naked
body. She did not favor the idea of
revealing her current lack of attire to K’on and coughed to gain her mate’s
attention.
Seeing her futile attempt to
cover herself, Ro’nan said, “K’on, my mate and I shall be out shortly.” The door slid closed on a wide-eyed K’on as
Ro’nan moved across the room towards his cloth, covering himself before
returning to Kira’s side. “The shift is
in shreds, Kira.”
“It is that and more,” she
agreed, laughing and shaking her head.
“How’s my skirt? In fact, where’s
my skirt?”
Trilling, Ro’nan turned his
head, eyes searching until he saw the needed item and grabbed it, handing the
skirt to her. “It managed to survive.” His hand moved from the skirt, sliding up her
arm and brushing her breast.
She shivered at his touch
while managing to raise her hips enough to slip the skirt over her lower body
and position the waist of it above her chest.
Tying the strap, Kira took Ro’nan’s extending hand and stood up,
smoothing the skirt down. It was indeed
a long skirt, though it barely covered the top of her thighs, and she covered
her face at the sight of her bare, blue legs.
Grasping her hands, Ro’nan
gently pulled them from her face, saying, “My mate is indeed a sight to behold
from her free, white hair to her limber legs.”
Then, he bent down, scooping her into his arms as she stifled a startled
noise. Moving back towards the door, it
slid open revealing a stunned, yet smug-looking K’on.
“General Ro’nan, I trust
there is no need for me to be concerned,” K’on asked, looking from the Yautja
general to the Drae-gun guardian in his arms.
“No reason at all, K’on,”
Ro’nan replied as he began walking down the corridor towards his chambers. Then, he turned around, still holding Kira,
calling, “Oh, K’on, I’ll need to speak with you about a change of positions
tomorrow.”
“Yes, General,” K’on nodded,
rapping his fist against his chest and grinning. ‘I’m
sure you’ll have a lot of “position changes” within the next hours, Ro’nan.’
“Ro’nan, where are we going?”
Kira asked as he continued walking down the hall.
“Our chambers,” he answered,
gazing at her, his mandibles raised in a smile.
“’Our’ chambers?” She blinked and tilted her head to the side,
surprised. “I thought your…U’ra and
It’rea had their own chambers just as you did.”
“They did, but I want my
chambers to be ‘our’ chambers, Kira. My
chambers will be my mate’s as well,” he stated, stopping long enough to lean
down and brush his mandibles against her forehead. “Besides…I wish to show you the most
important feature of our chambers. ‘Our’
bed.”
Eyes wide, Kira felt warm
blush creep through her cheeks as Ro’nan strode at an even faster pace towards
their rooms. However, she couldn’t keep
the smile from her lips as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. ‘Our
chambers.’
~~~
TBC
A/N: And to quote someone, “It’s about damn time!” The plot bunnies have been running wild with
this one for awhile, but it just took longer to post this chapter than
originally planned. So many thanks to my
readers, especially: Keen (thank you for the idea of moving K’on up some in
ranks), shortest_warrior (just wait til you see U’ra and It’rea’s punishment,
Shorty *evil grin*), Ripe wickeD plUm (I’ll take that as a compliment
considering it is you =P), and Bluflame (I like them together, too). Hope all enjoyed this chapter. ^_^
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