Craved By An Alien Savage (Kutarian Warriors Book 3)

by Ivy McAdams

  A soft blush moves over my skin, a small bit from being naked but mostly in utter anticipation. I feel sunkissed. Hot and ready for his touch. My nipples tighten as his breath travels over them.

  “Da Eva rhu yefka lah humirh2,” he rumbles.

  Then he lowers his head and takes a nipple in his mouth. I gasp and arch back over his hands, but they’re strong and hold onto me. My head dangles back as I hang there, Drek’s tongue flicking over the bud as he sucks lightly. A new prickle of heat runs through me and I cling to him as the wetness between my legs surges.

  I murmur his name as my thighs wrap around his chest.

  He hums in appreciation and the buzz against my nipple has me yelping in surprise. It tickles and feels amazing all at the same time. So much so that I move my hands to his head, lacing my fingers through his hair and around the braids on either side of his scalp to keep him close, holding his hot mouth to my breast as if he might fly away.

  I don’t know what I’m doing here, bent over Drek’s hands and letting him lick me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not as if we can go much further.

  Not yet.

  As he lavishes my second breast and moves down to tickle his tongue along my abdomen, my breath catches.

  “I know I haven’t mentioned this yet,” I say through my next shuddering intake. “But I’m going to see your shaman in the morning.”

  His tongue encircles my belly button and the heat between my legs burns.

  “I’m going to let him try the swap again.” I grit my teeth against the wave of heat from his mouth. My hips rock toward him as he moves lower with his mouth. “I know you can’t understand me, but soon… We will be able to speak to one another.”

  The thought gives me a rush. Nearly as much as his lips as they kiss their way to the top of my jeans. He moves a hand there and pops the zipper and button free. His fingers find their way inside so fast that my voice falters and I shiver.

  “And I won’t be so small that you―”

  When he presses his nose against the open zipper and inhales my arousal, my mind goes blank. My voice vanishes with my breath, and I lay limp in his arms as he shucks my jeans down my legs.

  A tiny portion of my brain reminds me I should stop him. I’m naked with a giant.

  But when he coaxes my legs open and runs his tongue up the length of my pussy, all arguments are out the window.

  My hips jerk up and I cry out in surprised delight.

  He rumbles his appreciation and it’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard.

  His wonderful tongue laps at me, stopping to tease my clit and make me squirm. Every time he touches it, my nerves bunch and tighten. At this rate, I may not be good for more than just a few more licks.

  He can tell that owl that this Tootsie Pop takes less than ten.

  As the electricity charges deep in my abdomen, I slide my feet up onto his shoulders, lifting my hips higher for him.

  His tongue continues to tease me until I can’t hold back anymore. My body jerks and I cry out with my release. It’s like a pinball machine in there, every new pop a new delicious feeling. More heat gathers between my thighs, and he licks that up too, sending me into more and more spasms of pure hell-yes.

  When my hips finally relax back against his chest, he slides me down his body, grabs a fur from the stack near us, and spreads it beneath me on the floor.

  I’m still trying to catch my breath, but I can see his exquisite body hovering. He seems so large above me now. Huge.

  At least what I can see.

  There’s no disguising the straining bulge behind his loincloth, and my attention immediately diverts to it. Any fears I had are forgotten as I reach for him.

  The loose loincloth flap hides details, but my fingers trace over some part of a hard curve. It moves beneath my fingertips and I jerk back an inch. But Drek’s quick to catch my hand, pressing it against himself.

  “Wom hyn no mok amula. Sek un zil3,” he growls.

  The sound reverberates through me, licking me all over. My fingers grow bolder and press along with him.

  He exhales and his eyes flutter as if I've hit the spot. I run my tongue along my lips, ready for more. I feel along the leather flap. Things feel huge. And hard. Holy shit.

  Then my hand is on the ties on his hip, ridding him of the garment.

  Once the loincloth drops, I fall stock still.

  Gemma definitely meant her forearm.

  Drek's cock belongs on one of those massive marble statues where there are plenty of muscles and detail.

  It’s so big I’m afraid to touch it again. The hard flesh is a darker gray than the rest of him. Some ridges line the top―what the hell are those for? The tip is bigger than my fist and I can’t avert my eyes.

  “Haru gak nith yaf4,” Drek croons.

  His voice pulls me back and I glance up. His eyes are still on fire with passion, but there’s a softness there too when he reaches out and places his hand against my face. Some of the tension eases from my shoulders. He gives me a wolfish grin that eases out the rest.

  When he takes my hand and places it on his cock, I’m aroused all over again.

  It’s so hard and hot to the touch, I can’t help but imagine it inside me. My body buzzes with anticipation.

  My fingers won’t go all the way around him, but they slide up and down his length. After a moment, he joins me. His hand covers mine, caressing me as we give him a rub down.

  A satisfied groan escapes him.

  We continue to stroke him until his ab muscles clench and he lets go. He takes my hand in his as he sits and lounges back against the stack of furs. His cock stands proudly, even more rigid than when I first laid eyes on it. Then his hands move to my waist, lifting me from the floor and bringing me to his lap.

  At first, I panic, scrambling to get my feet back on the floor.

  That’s not going to work!

  But he brings me to his chest instead, pressing my back against him as he moves a soothing hand up my torso to cup my breast. My heart is thumping in my chest beneath his fingers, but his touch is helping to put me at ease again.

  I don’t want to be afraid. I want it all.

  I should have made the swap yesterday. Then I could take that cock however I wanted.

  But for now, I let him slide me down his body until that huge thing is lodged between my thighs like I’m straddling a fence post. It nestles in tight against my pussy and I bite my lip. All the parts down there that are still buzzing from his tongue brush up against his hard cock and start singing.

  Drek’s arm moves around me to hold me to his chest as he drags his cock back through my folds and then forward again. It drags so beautifully through that I moan.

  His dark chuckle in my ear is like pure sex.

  He moves again and again, fucking my thighs and I lean back against him with a shuddering breath, riding him with rocking hips. I slide myself along him just as much as he moves. It feels phenomenal.

  When his hand grips the tip of his cock that’s protruding in front of my body, I stare down at it with open mouth. His fingers encircle it with skill and move with us. When his hand slides down, he bumps it against me, sending vibrations right into my clit that drive me wild.

  I’m panting by the time another wave of euphoria comes to engulf me. I cling to his arm and my hips jerk as I scream and explode. Stars in front of my eyes and fire ricocheting through my body.

  A second later, Drek’s arm around me tightens and he snaps his teeth shut, growling as his hips buck and he finds his own release.

  My brain is cloudy as I fight to catch my breath. It seems not even my homemade oxygen converter could keep up with that trip. It takes a moment for my levels to regulate and I feel more coherent. Thankfully, Drek just holds me quietly to his chest as I recover.

  When I can, I roll underneath his arms to face him, moving my legs to straddle his waist so I can look up at him. He peers down at me under heavy eyelids with a lazy but sexy
smile.

  I feel just about the same. Spent, satisfied, and happy to be in his arms.

  He brushes his fingers through my hair and I smile, resting my chin on his chest. I could lay like this for the rest of my life and be happy.

  Chapter 11

  Drek

  The green birds overhead sing their morning song as I stand outside the Shaman’s tent. Their energies hum with excitement that morning has come, as they do every day at dawn. As if each new day is a blessing and they can’t help but remind us all.

  A smile curves over my lips as I watch them gather near one another and chirp to their tiny hearts’ content.

  I feel as blessed today as well.

  Eva is meeting with the Shaman today.

  My heart swells at the thought of it, just as much as it did yesterday morning when Gemma told me the news. I know she could feel my spike in excitement. She gave me a wink as she departed my tent, and I was left in a swirl of emotions.

  It was nearly impossible to keep my mind on my patrol and training all day. Knowing Eva was doing her own training with the Shaman's apprentice and the healer helped me focus. She would be too busy for visits. My patience will be rewarded tenfold.

  Today, however, I skipped morning patrol to go to the Shaman tent. I’ve been standing outside for the last hour, waiting for the Shaman to show.

  Kovak will come looking for me soon. I haven’t missed a patrol since we ramped up our defenses.

  But I need to see Eva before she meets with the Shaman. I’m not sure why. I can’t say anything to her that she’ll understand, but it’s important that I at least make eye contact. Maybe take her hand. I’m sure she’s nervous, but I’m proud of her.

  Making the change will surely save her life, but it can’t be an easy decision all the same.

  When the tent flap opens, I turn to face Gemma with large eyes.

  She doesn’t seem surprised to see me as she lifts the flap higher for me to enter.

  “She’ll be glad to see you,” she says.

  “She will?”

  Gemma scoffs with a grin. “Don’t kid yourself. I don’t know what all you two did, but it seemed to put her decision into the fast lane.”

  “Fast lane?”

  She waves off my question. “She’s ready to get this shit over with so she can kiss you properly from what I’ve heard.”

  The saucy smile on her face as she hands off the flap and moves on tells me that’s not all Eva is waiting on, and a deep primal satisfaction settles inside me.

  I duck inside and find Eva sitting on one of the Shaman’s reed-woven cots. She’s alone but for a single catatonic Kutarian woman on a cot near her. She looks up at me when I come in and let the flap drop into place.

  “Drek,” she says quietly as she gets to her feet.

  My name on her lips is the best sound and I cross the room to her, taking her hands in mine.

  “Sweet Eva, is this what you want?”

  I don’t know why I ask, but it feels important to know she’s making the right decision for herself.

  She speaks softly as she squeezes my fingers. Whatever her words are, she doesn’t sound afraid. She even smiles, then reaches up to touch my face.

  I lean into her soft fingers and smile.

  Relief washes over me to see her confidence. My hands slide up to her cheeks and I tilt her head back just enough so that I can kiss her forehead. Her eyes are closed when I look down at her again, and when they open, they’re sparkling like the stars.

  My Eva.

  A sweep of energy that contains her contentment and passion swirls around me and I shiver.

  Behind me, the tent flap opens again and the Shaman enters, followed by his young apprentice.

  The medicine man carries a small bowl in front of him and pauses for just a moment when he sees me. Then he moves on, setting the bowl on a table in the middle of his equipment and containers of herbs.

  “Clear out, warrior,” he says without looking up again. “I have an experiment to tend to.”

  The lax nature of his words brings forth a growl from my throat. I straighten and take Eva’s hand. “She is no experiment, and you best treat her like a chieftain.”

  The Shaman and his ward look up with wide eyes.

  “I wish no harm on the girl,” the medicine man says. “She will be another success if the swap takes this time.”

  "That is well, but you will still take the utmost care with her."

  The strength in my voice is powerful and the Shaman narrows his eyes slightly, perhaps annoyed at being told what to do. He picks up his bowl and approaches us.

  “As I said, I intend her no harm. Now leave us be so we can begin.”

  Eva’s hand tightens on mine, and I remember she can’t understand us. The rough voices must be frightening. I squeeze her fingers back, hoping to reassure her.

  “I will stay with her,” I say. “Until it is done.”

  “You saw the process last time. The swap can happen in a few days to a week’s time. There’s no way to know.”

  “I am aware. I’m not leaving.”

  My gaze goes to Eva’s again and my resolve hardens even more. I will not leave my sweet Eva alone until she’s back in my arms again. I will be the protector of her body while her spirit is on its search. No matter what body it returns to.

  The Shaman has a tic in the corner of his eye, as if I’ve annoyed him, but he doesn’t protest. He simply looks away from me and goes back to his task.

  “Here we go. Drink this up,” he says as he hands the bowl to Eva.

  Her eyes meet mine one more time, and I give her a supportive nod. Then she settles back down onto her cot and brings the bowl to her lips.

  A protective banshee inside of me screams to knock the bowl from her hands. That she doesn’t need to do this, but I know it’s not true. She won’t be happy or fulfilled as a human in our world. And I trust the Shaman, despite his less than desirable bedside manner.

  As soon as she’s finished the liquid green paste, Eva’s eyes begin to dilate and she blinks. I sit on the ground next to her and help her lie back on the cot. I take her hand again and settle in on the tiles, ready for my wait.

  * * *

  Eva

  My eyes flutter open and I stare at the ceiling of the shaman’s tent. The room is dim and quiet. My body feels stiff and I recall where I am. And what’s happened.

  Am I me? Or am I...a different me?

  I’m afraid to move. I feel like me so far. Would I feel different as a Kutarian?

  Did the swap work?

  An excitement trembles through my body as I glance around the ceiling. My eyes are sharp, as is my hearing. I hear breathing, long and deep. Is that me?

  I test my fingers first, wiggling the tips. Whatever body I’m in, I can at least move.

  That’s refreshing. A smile crosses my face. But only for a moment.

  Something touches my fingers and I jerk, but the hand on mine is strong and warm. It takes mine even as my gaze pops down to find the source.

  Drek kneels next to my cot and watches me as he lifts my hand, stroking my fingers.

  The smile on his face is warm and the light in his eyes lifts me up.

  What a way to wake. I could look at that face all day.

  “Drek,” I murmur, moving more of my body.

  I stretch my legs, my arms. Roll my shoulders and move my head.

  How long have I been asleep?

  “Eva,” Drek says, his voice low and husky enough to spread new spark through me.

  However long I’ve been asleep, hearing that deep rumble never gets old. I smile up at him as I push myself up off the cot and lift my free hand in front of my face. Long silver fingers flicker in my field of vision.

  Oh my Lord. No way.

  I blink up at him with wide eyes.

  It fucking worked.

  His grin widens and I feel a wash of excitement hit me. Like swimming in the ocean when a giant wave crashes over your head. The rus
h just about knocks me over, a swarm of buzzing energy. I’m not sure how, but I can tell it comes from Drek.

  I can only stare as he takes my other hand, cradling them both in front of him.

  Gemma told me some of this. Feeling her mate’s energy. Knowing his emotions without him even speaking them aloud. But not on a body-language empathetic level. Actually feeling it. It sounded interesting, but not something I could truly grasp.

  Having it hit me square in the face moments after waking is intense. But also exciting. Especially after Drek’s energy shifts. A softer emotion seeps in as he stares down at me and caresses my fingers. One that makes my heart swell.

  Even in this new big body, I feel butterflies fluttering in my abdomen and the flush of warmth in my face. When he moves one of his hands to cup my cheek, it feels perfect. Not too big. Not awkward in the least.

  Perfect.

  He leans closer, resting his forehead on mine and I breathe him in.

  Oh my Lord. No oxygen mask.

  He smells divine.

  I close my eyes, relishing being so close to him and pulling in the smell of wood and leather. Grass and a musky smell that is completely male.

  All of Drek.

  I could get drunk on it.

  Between that smell and the warm energy he's radiating at me, I'm already recalling our time in the cave―however long ago that was now. The memory sets the skin along my cheekbones on fire. My nipples grow hard behind a strip of leather hide wrapped around my chest, and it's an interesting feeling.

  I’m not even sure what all this body can do yet, but I know I want to take it for a test drive.

  My hands slide up his arms, touching the smooth scales along his shoulder and neck. His skin feels electric everywhere I touch. His energy buzzes his excitement as my hands move over him. He pulls in a deep breath and I feel the shiver in his shoulders beneath my fingertips.

  He grunts a soft sound that turns into my name as he hooks a finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. Those green eyes sparkle like emeralds. Breathtaking. And reflecting a need I feel in myself.