Today, however, he was consumed by his mate. He loved the feel of her in his arms and blessed the gods who had directed him to take his one-seater flip ship instead of the two-seater he often used. Her scent surrounded him in the close quarters, binding him to her like nothing else could. His dread dissipated as if the past horror he’d experienced in flight was just a bad dream. He tasted her sweet, spicy essence on his tongue. He heard the subtle shift in her breathing as her heartbeat gradually slowed to match his. Soon they would be as one. And when she met his six brothers, a sub-bonding would occur between her and each one of them until they were all a mated unit, with Sam as her primary mate and his brothers as her minor mates. Achelle joining the family marked the beginning of the completion they had all sought since puberty. She moved closer, adjusting her position, getting comfortable, brushing up against the throbbing thickness that pressed against the seam of his pants. He stifled a groan.
