The guest room they were staying in for the time being wasn't anything like home. The room was barren, with only the necessities, and no quartz bathtub she'd grown used to. The bed as well was lacking, just a simple pallet with a few dull furs. It was big enough to accommodate her and Malo, but she wasn't sure if it would hold up structurally to whatever he had in mind. Most of the time, Malo was a supercharged beast ready to partake in acts of carnal lust in a matter of seconds.

She didn't always have time to fully undress before he was on her, but this time it seemed he was trying his hand at a little foreplay. His arms loosely went around her back, rubbing sensuality as his teeth gently closed on her neck. As his hot breath rolled off her skin, his strong arms tightened around her body. His teeth then lightly nibbled up to her ear. Sammi was disarmed at first, and it took her a second to lift her hands and run them up his arms.

Her palms swept over his broad shoulders, then down his muscular back. His skin was warming and a heady, overly masculine smell was taking over her senses. Sammi stripped off her own clothes, desperate to feel her bare flesh against his. His mouth closed on one of her nipples, making her body surge with sharp desire. His hands palmed her breasts, slid down her body, then reached around to squeeze her ass.

She slipped from his grip to crawl into the bed slowly, making sure he got an eyefull of her, then turned back to give him a lusty look. Malo grabbed his loincloth and with one solid yank he discarded it. He went over to the bed, but even with her in such a vulnerable position he was still taking his time. He even paused to nibble at her toes. Then after that, it was a buffet for him between her legs.

A yautja could only hold out so long though. He crawled over her, her small size making her feel insignificant. Malo pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her with urgency. Sammi reached down to grasp his cock, feeling every vein throbbing in her palm as she guided him to her entrance. As he eased inside her, she tipped her hips up, encouraging him.

His large size was becoming addictive. Sammi wrapped her arms around his hips, making she he wasn't going anywhere. His stallion size was an overwhelming sensory cocktail of pain and pleasure. She wracked her nails down down his back as he thrust in deeper. She couldn't help but arch her back as he picked up the pace, deep throated goans escaping him. When his hand slipped behind her neck as he humped her vigorously, her breaths were heaving.

One minute she was being pounded into oblivion, and the next he swept her off the bed and had her back pressed against the wall. She stared up at him, just trying to catch her breath. Malo hooked his arms under her thighs and hauled her into the air. He thrust back inside her passage, his hips butting her firmly against the wall, and his cock sliding deep inside her. He rammed inside her with vicious force, his grunts filling her ears, and leaving her body quaking.

That glorious feeling gripped her, taking her somewhere words could hardly describe. His cum filled her, giving her all that he had. Her body shuddered with the pleasure and then Malo let her body slide down the wall until her feet touched the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss. By the time she let him go, her eyes were welling up with tears.

Sammi quickly tried to wipe her eyes before Malo saw. But as soon she turned away, his hand clamped around her forearm to stop her. She felt ashamed for crying, felt weak. They just had amazing sex; she should not have been tearing up. Malo's chest pulsed with a soft purr to calm her.

His claws brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, "Yautjas are taught that emotions make you weak, and cloud judgement. However, I've learned that your emotion is what makes you dedicated: to family, to religion, to the pursuit of knowledge, everything." His thumb brushed across her cheek, disrupting a line of tears, "It leaks out at odd times, but it is your emotion that makes you stronger."

She couldn't help it, but that just made her cry harder. He started to purr again, but Sammi jumped up and threw herself into his arms. He carried her back to the bed and sat her in his lap. She rested her head against his bare chest and cried her eyes out. With that finally out of her system, she wiped her eyes, and drew in a deep breath.

Malo shifted her so that he could rest his forehead against hers, "I'm going to go get Pruu. Meet me in the medical room."

As he lifted her off of him, she asked, "What for?"

Malo gave her a look that said he wasn't about to tell her what for. Instead, he tied on a new loincloth, then he quickly left the room. Sammi dried her eyes better, dressed, then headed to the medical room. She stood in the middle with her arms crossed, suddenly feeling sort of insecure to be alone. Malo returned quickly with Pruu half-asleep in his arms. Then, he lifted up a shiny decorative dagger and her heartbeat began to soar.

"Get up on the table."

She did as he said, then Malo gently handed over Pruu, and went to a drawer in the wall. He came back with a tiny tin container, and when he opened the lid there was a dark black liquid inside. He untied the strings holding her top up so that he had access to her chest. Sammi knew what he planned to do, but she couldn't believe that it was actually going to happen to her. He dipped the very edge of the dagger into the liquid then brought the blade to her skin.

She winced as the acid ate away at her skin, but the pain was worth it for a smooth and flowing mark. Malo switched out the black liquid for a different jar. He dipped his claws in and wiped an opaque gel over the wound. The pain instantly dissipated as the gel soaked into her skin. When Malo was finished, she lifted her fingers up to feel the brand on her sternum.

"You would mark me as your permanent mate?" Being branded like that was a higher honour than marriage; it indicated the equivalent of true love.

"You are mine as long as you live." He brushed his knuckles across Pruu's cheek without waking her, then leaned his face close to Sammi's ear to whisper, "And that will be much longer than you think, seeing as our species blood has an odd way of extending human life when ingested."

The war over the alien planet, which was clan territory, was still under way-but as soon as the air space was safe they could leave. The mission Malo had set out to do had been completed before she rescued him. The clan leaders son had been in battle, so Malo helped take out an important figure from the other clan. He would not be returning to battle, but instead would be going back to the home planet with Sammi and their daughter. Malo had a new challenge ahead of him now: getting his mate pregnant with as many sons as she would bear, and then raising them as warriors and hunters.

~La fine~ (Italian for "the end")