A/N: The last chapter (unless you want more, I haven't decided). Working on another Fem Shep/Garrus called "Slave" that is really intriguing to me, but I like this version as well. Please read/review! Hopefully enjoy! Of course, Rated M for delicious smut.

Garrus shuddered involuntarily at Shepard's words. He knew that voice, and knew that he was in danger. Was she angry? The exquisite torture that he must have put her through couldn't have made her too happy, but he could hardly know…well, if he would have read more about human anatomy perhaps he would have, but…

"Well, Garrus," Shepard said, interrupting his ruminations, "You would do anything I ask, right?"

"Of course," Garrus' voice came out gravelly, holding his breath as he waited for his marching orders.

"Lean back on the bed," Sonja ordered, and he readily complied. "Ok, now grab the headboard with both hands."

Again, Garrus obeyed, nervously wondering what she had planned.

"Ok," she said, eyes sparking mischievously, "Now whatever happens, don't let go. If you let go, I leave and we never do this again."

Garrus gulped and nodded slowly. He was in trouble.


Sonja hoped Garrus wouldn't call her bluff. She had no intention of leaving, and she sure as hell planned on doing this again, but without handcuffs only her threats would hold him. Because she planned on pushing him beyond his usual level of control. Torture her, would he? She was the best. At everything. And this turian was going to learn. Not that she actually held a grudge, but it was more fun this way.

Sliding down his body, Sonja positioned herself right over his cock. Breathing softly on it at first, she smiled as she felt him jump. This was going to be absolutely perfect. Taking the tip of him in her mouth, she let out a moan and tried to gauge his reaction. He answered by bucking wildly, desperately trying to get her to take all of all him inside her mouth. Not yet, she thought, pushing his hips down easily as her tongue continued to tease his tip.


Garrus was slowly losing his mind. And all because of the sensual woman between his thighs, who happened to be doing unspeakable things to him. He gripped the headboard with vicious force as her tongue did another swipe on the very tip of his member. He refused to beg. At least he had that much turian honor left. He would simply take her teasing…and somehow survive it. Just then she took him in her mouth and slid down just a bit further, not even half-way down his cock. Oh, Spirits.

"Pl..Please," he heard himself say. Was he begging? Yep.

Shockingly, she responded by slowly taking more of him in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head. A strangled growl emerged from his throat in reaction. Yes, he thought, just keep…doing that

She let out a little giggle and it was then he realized that he had vocalized his mental plea. She continued to go faster, and he thanked every god and spirit he could think of, turian or no. He was so close now, just a little more friction…

She stopped. She fucking stopped. Garrus could fill the wood beneath his talons crack as he let out a howl of frustration. His aching cock strained toward her, begging for her attentions.


Sonja could not stop smiling. This was going better than expected. She looked at the trembling turian in front of her, and was pleased. He was so close. She could tell on her own, but he apparently liked to talk during…encounters, and told her exactly what he was thinking. Most of it came out as begging—which stroked Shepard's ego to no end.

She slithered up his body, rubbing her breasts and her womanhood against his body, letting out a small moan when the friction caused spikes of pleasure. When she got to his face she leaned forward, stroking his fringe, kissing and licking his mandibles. Sonja let out a squeal when she felt him bite her breast that she had unwittingly placed right in front of his mouth. Not biting hard enough to injure, she allowed it. His tongue began to play with her nipple and her moans grew louder. She began to stroke his fringe in earnest, and he began to vibrate from the force of his purr.

"Sonja…I need…you. Please. Spirits, I'll do anything. Let me fuck you."

"Garrus," Sonja said, hands grabbing his mandibles, forcing him to look into her eyes, "You can fuck me when you get me to come again…using only your tongue."

Garrus' eyes brightened at the challenge.

"So I am released from my….bonds?" he asked, nodding toward the headboard.

Shepard rolled off of him, glanced back at the awaiting turian and simply said, "Yep."

He was on her so quickly that she didn't really have time to react. His began to mercilessly lick her breasts, nipping at her as well. Trailing down her stomach, he took a position similar to the one Sonja had been in moments ago. His tongue found her clit easily and managed a circular motion that made her moan. She grabbed his fringe and pushed him closer. He never said she had to keep her hands on the headboard, right? What she didn't think of was that he reacts to her manipulation of his fringe by purring. Vibrating. She arched her hips as his vibrating tongue swiped her pleasure center one more time and then he entered her. Gripping him even harder, she cried out. This was so not fair. Not only a tongue fucking, but a vibrating tongue fucking. This wasn't even a challenge for him.

This was extremely difficult. Garrus was drowning in her pheromones that pretty much screamed "fuck me" to every turian sense that he possessed. Luckily, she was close. By the way she tugged at his fringe—which didn't help in lessening his own arousal—she would be screaming out her own release….now.

"Garrus!" Sonja yelled, "Yes, God, yes!"

Arching her back further than he had ever seen, Sonja finally collapsed on the bed. But he wouldn't let her rest. They had made a deal, of sorts, and he was more than ready to collect. Spreading her legs a bit wider, he positioned his cock at her entrance and slammed home. He fucked her with the frustration of a teased male, and finally felt himself let go of any sort of control.

"You've went too far, female," Garrus growled.

Sonja looked into his eyes, and saw that his irises had almost entirely receded. His eyes were now black, and his intentions were clear. Gone were any sort of inhibitions. He had finally given into his primal self, and he was going to mate with her. Thoroughly.

Talons bit into her flesh unforgivingly, and she felt the impossible happen. She felt his member actually grow in girth and her body moved madly to try and accommodate him. He fucked her harder, growling loudly in her ear as he sought her neck. This wasn't going to be a playful nip. Biting down hard, she cried out in pain, trying to push him off. He let out a low growl as warning and deepened his bite…suddenly, the pain dissipated. He didn't seem to be sucking at the wound, but rather…injecting her with something—perhaps a numbing agent? He slowly released her neck, licking at the wound.

"Mine," he uttered against her ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she breathed.

"This is also mine," he said, pointedly thrusting into her, "Say it."

"I'm yours, body and soul," she said and then looked up into his eyes, "You are mine as well."

"Yes," he replied simply, "Mark me as yours."

She knew he desired her bite, but without any anesthetic in her saliva it would be very painful. She hesitated. He cocked his head in confusion.

"Bite," he ordered, baring his neck, "Finish…mating."

She finally gave in and took his neck. His blood flowed over her tongue. Interesting flavor. More like cinnamon that a human's coppery flavor. The more she bit, the harder he fucked her and she quickly became vicious—blue blood, Garrus' blood flowed down her neck. He came, screaming her name.


"How many credits of damage do you think this is?" Sonja mused, lying in Garrus' arms.

She tried to look around a bit and cringed at the bloody—both blue and red—sheets, and the cracked headboard. Probably not what Azure cleaning ladies were used to encountering. Or maybe they were, no way to be sure. She looked up at Garrus when he hadn't answered her, and saw that his eyes were closed, and a light purr was emanating from him. Her heart burst with a feeling that she thought she had long since buried. Love. She loved him. As her eyes traveled down her lover, she winced when she came to his savaged neck. She really should get some medi-gel. Slipping from his embrace as quietly as she could, she grabbed it out of her purse. Always be prepared for injuries, she thought, even when going out on a date. She laughed a bit at Garrus' wooing tactics. They were…well, alien. Everything about this night was foreign to her. But absolutely wonderful at the same time. She gently climbed back into bed, trying not to wake him, and began to apply the medi-gel. Apparently human stealth was no match for turian instinct, and he woke right away.

"Sonja," he said her name like a prayer.

She smiled at him, and continued to apply the medi-gel, but was taken off-guard when he snapped it away from her.

"What are you doing?" Garrus said, with more than a hint of anger.

"Well, Garrus. After taking a missile to the face, I figured you wouldn't want any more scars."

"You don't want-," he started to say, breath speeding up, "I mean…I thought I remembered…"

Sonja could tell he was really upset and she puzzled over the reason. Turians didn't cry, but the faster breathing was pretty much an equivalent of tearing up. Then it hit her. How could she be so stupid? I bet these marks mean something in the turian world, she thought.

"Garrus," she quickly said, "Remember that I'm human. What is the significance of the bite marks?"

Relief and wariness washed over his face. "Of course. I was naïve to think you would know. The marks mean that you are my….well, mine. The closest term in your language would be lifemate."

Sonja flushed with happiness. She was hoping that would be the answer, but she needed clarification.

"So…like husband and wife?"

"Sort of, but there is no divorce. Turians mate for life."

He chanced a glance at her, hoping that she understood that in the turian world they would be bound together always. But, he also knew that he would let her go if he had to. He would give her freedom, if she so desired. Somehow. But, he also knew that he would become a husk of a man. He shivered at that thought, thinking of the husks that the Reapers made. They would have a great deal in common if Shepard decided she no longer desired him—or worse, desired another. She was his purpose, the reason for his next breath.

"Well, good," Shepard said finally, "Don't want you running off with some turian female or something."

"I mated you," he said simply, as if that would explain away any doubt she would have.

Sonja looked up at Garrus, the love of her life, and spoke her mind, "I love you, Garrus, my Archangel."

Garrus gave her a turian version of a smile and roughly pulled her toward him. "I love you as well, Sonja Shepard, defender of the galaxy."

Garrus looked at the jagged edge of the wound on Sonja's neck with a wince, but mostly with male pride. She would wear that for the rest of her life, as a reminder of what transpired here. If her bite didn't scare in the same fashion—which he actually doubted—he would make her reopen the wound until it stuck. They pledged their lives to one another, and now they just had to make sure that both of those lives would last well past the suicide mission. He loved his mate and he would do everything in his power to make sure she did not die a second time. At least, not without him.