End Game – Chapter three

Thane watched Tabitha walk away, his emotions in turmoil. She was his bond mate, his Siha. He was to protect her. He was her Kadar, one of the hunters under Aminkira. He vowed he would, his arm, his body was hers till his dying breath. He felt her pain, her anger, her fright, and her arousal. He wanted her, he needed to make her his again, prove she was alive; prove he was alive, prove he was worthy of her love.

Tabitha walked into the bathroom leaning against the door. She wanted Thane so badly. She needed his strength, his love. She needed him to mark her as his again. It was primal instinct she felt in her body, mind, spirit, and soul. She absently turned on the fan to take all the humidity out of the air as she walked into the shower still clothed in her under suit of armor. Turning on the water, she let it cascade and soak through the under suit peeling it gently away from closed wounds with caked blood dropping the under weave to the shower floor.

Tabitha sensed Thane before the shower door opened and he stepped into the shower with her. Open desire flamed in his eyes as his head lowered, his lips brushing against hers. A moan escaped Tabitha's lips as her arms wrapped around his neck bringing him closer. "So sweet, my Siha," Thane whispered. His teeth nibbling her bottom lip.

Tabitha breathed against his lips, "I need you, my love. I need your strength. I need you to mark me as yours again. I want the world to know I am yours and yours alone." As Thane deepened the kiss, Tabitha opened up to him tasting the flavor that was unique to Thane alone. Tabitha's moans caused Thane to growl, exciting Tabitha, his chest pressed against her breasts, his hands capturing hers.

When the kiss ended, Tabitha leaned against the shower wall. She saw Thane gazing upon her, open hunger and desire in his eyes as she returned the look. He slowly advanced stalking her like prey. This did not frighten her but excited her as she snarled at him as he growled back. Thane's fangs dropped from the roof of his mouth as he grabbed Tabitha spinning her to face the wall, her back to his chest. He sank his fangs into her neck above her collarbone, his teeth latching into her shoulder, "Mine," he growled as he fully sheathed his drellhood in her sex in one stroke.

His hands clasped and held hers, his teeth clamped on her shoulder by her neck and collarbone holding her in place, as he rocked his hips in an ever increasing motion. His territorial and mating musk secreted from his pores was absorbed into her skin. Both climaxed quickly with primal howls ripping from their chests bouncing off the shower walls.

Tabitha could feel Thane's pounding heart as he slumped against her back, their hands still clasped together. Tabitha stayed still supporting Thane's weight till he pulled out allowing her to turn around. She gently pulled her hands from his as she turned wrapping them around his back laying her head against his chest purring contentedly. She felt whole, complete, safe in his arms. She wanted to stay like this forever.

Thane heard Tabitha's contented purr feeling so alive, his Siha was safe in his arms, was his. He breathed in his scent enveloping them absorbed into her skin. He lowered his head nuzzling the area of her neck and shoulder where he bit fluttering his tongue across the wound. He had not released any neural toxins into her system with his fangs but only marked her this time using his teeth to hold her in place as he took her.

They stood like that for a few minutes before Tabitha pulled back to look up into Thane's face, seeing such peace and contentment. In Drell, she whispered huskily, "I love you."

Looking down, he saw such peace and joy radiate from her eyes as she whispered huskily, "I love you," in his own language. He brought his lips down to ghost across hers as he replied in Drell, "I love you more." As he finished, he pressed his lips fully against hers. They both let the kiss speak what their hearts conveyed toward each other. When the kiss ended, Tabitha leaned back against the shower wall, smiling, "You sure know how to kiss."

Thane smiled as he touched one finger against her nose, "Thank you," his voice husky rumbling from his chest.

Tabitha looked around the shower stall seeing a loofah off to one side. She grabbed it and the shower gel next to it. As she applied the shower gel to the loofah, she spoke, "Turn around so I can scrub your back. It has been six months since I had the chance to do this for you."

Thane sighed audibly as Tabitha scrubbed his entire body, removing loose scales along the way. When Tabitha was through, Thane stated, "My turn," as he gently washed her hair and body. Both felt exhilarated but exhausted when done. On impulse, Thane grabbed Tabitha up in his arms carrying her from the bathroom to their bedroom laying her gently in their bed. She pulled the covers down crawling under the sheets. He climbed in next to her, pulling her up against him. No words need spoken. There was no tomorrow – just the here and now. They had each other and that is what mattered. Tabitha rested her head against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her, as she closed her eyes.

Before closing his eyes, Thane thanked the gods for bringing his Siha back to him. He knew he was so unworthy of her love. A tear slipped from his eye as he pulled Tabitha up close thanking the gods for allowing him one more day of life.

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