lips silenced her.
"And he discards all others.
This Familiar will give himself only to you–And no other. This Familiar unites with you now forever.
For him there is no other."
And then, he repeated his words in the ancient Familiar tongue:
"Salair Ner K'Tea
Ei mahana ne Tuan
Salair Ner K'mea sut la
Ei ra Tuan
Salair Ner litna K'shintauk rehan
A jhan vri re Tuan"
Salair's hands cupped her head, and she could feel him lowering toward her for a kiss. A mating kiss ? Snow blinked. Where had that thought come from? Was he really mating her?
He could not be!
She opened her mouth to forestall him, but he was already there.
In the traditional manner, his lips covered hers to take what was his. To capture. To seize…
And to gift.
Although playful at times, Familiar males were dead serious when it came to mating. They never veered from their intended path, nor allowed themselves to be swayed from the actions that they were bound to take. Which was why one could never be too careful, should one lie down with one.
A cat always knows where he will land.
Snow's lovely eyes widened at the touch of those masterful lips.
Smooth yet hard, determined yet pliable. They covered her much like his scent, alluring and enticing. They pierced every defense.
Gasping, she clutched at his shoulders. Then grabbed harder when she realized she could not breathe!
Applying a proper mating kiss, Salair Ner took it all. Drained the last breath from her.
Snow did what most mates of Familiar's do when they are given their mating kiss. She panicked and tried to get away.
He growled low in his throat. Part warning and part pleasure that the proper response was being given to him as he firmly, utterly placed his mating seal upon her.
Not until the fight in her had petered away and she became faint did he react.
He returned breath. . . But it was not hers. Symbolically giving her his life with his breath, the hunter was captured along with his prey.
Their lives were now forever joined.
When she exhaled, he would inhale. Thus they were attuned.
His arms dropped to her waist, and he brushed his mouth over her face to speak low in her ear.
"You are mine, Snow. This is a fact. Though you have not lived much of your life as a Familiar, I vow that will change." His sharp teeth nipped at her ear, causing her to shiver–even as her blood was thickening in anticipation of the physical mating they would soon share.
***
She trembled in his arms.
Her instincts told her there would be no escaping this man. He was not like the others; she could not hide away from him as she had always done, staying safe and content in her cozy home.
He was one of her own kind.
There was a feral quality to him now.
It had galled Salair that his mate did not seem to appreciate their rituals. What others longed for, she had too easily cast aside. He did not think she actually understood or sensed the depth of passion that their race harbored. Or why they were so sought out in the galaxy. The reason so many wanted to “own” them.
He would have to teach her what it meant to truly be Familiar.
Leave no doubt in her mind who and what she truly was.
Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the edge of the pond. Snow clutched his long hair between her fingers.
"Wh-where are we going?"
"Not far, and yet, a long way," he replied cryptically. He followed her down into the tall grasses, coming over her in a seamless motion.
His desire for her was thick and hot.
It pounded in his veins, seeking a place inside her. He so wanted to take her wildly and roughly, as most first joinings were–but he knew that was not to be with their first time.
He needed to be careful with her.
Nevertheless, he would not hold back his passion. It just was not in him.
But, Salair would give her a banquet of the senses. Snow would remember this joining since he could gift her with this particular experience in this particular way but once.
Snow put a