Raven's Return: A SciFi Alien Romance (Icehome Book 12)

by Ruby Dixon

  "Then the day after," I'rec declares. "But we must do it soon." He points a finger at me. "And we will not make it easy on you. No proving is ever easy."

  I nod. "I will await my challenge eagerly." And it is true. I am very, very ready to take it on. I want to get it done with, because I am tired of wearing my failure like a cloak. I am tired of it being present in the back of my mind all the time. I want it to be over and done with, because I want to be with R'ven. I do not want anyone to ever hint that I do not deserve to be with her, or her with me.

  And if they do not like that we are together…I am not sure I care. The thought is freeing.

  21

  RAVEN

  I wake up slowly, surrounded by warmth and plush fur blankets. Against my back, there's a big, equally warm body, and I feel delicious. My skin is gritty with sand and salt, my hair an atrocious tangle, but that's secondary to rolling over and seeing a sleeping U'dron next to me, his big features relaxed in sleep. I study him for a few moments, the big, straight nose, the strong jaw, the thick brows. He looks tired, with deep circles under his eyes, and I hope no one kept him up late last night. A protective feeling washes over me as I watch him sleep. I passed out without giving a thought to what U'dron needed. Surely the others were going to be full of questions, and I was too sacked out to even think about it.

  Well, I can't make it up to him for last night, but I can at least put on a breakfast of some kind for when he wakes up. I ease my legs slowly out from under the furs, trying not to disturb him. The air in the hut is chilly, but it's not nearly as bad as being out in the elements. It's my first time in U'dron's hut, too, and I look around in surprise. It's rather lovely, his hut. Sure, it's crude, but it's crude in the way that everything is here. There's a symmetrical design to the floor, as if he picked pieces that fitted together perfectly. The wood circles around the central fire pit, and even the rocks surrounding it look as if they match. It's spacious, and everything is hung up neatly. Along the walls are hooks, and cloaks and clothing, nets and fishing gear are neatly organized. The walls themselves are made of stone and mortar, and he's taken his time with those, too, with a slight zig-zag pattern creeping up the walls. U'dron's an artist, I realize, and I'm filled with appreciation for this guy. Just when I think I know everything I can about him, he shows me something new. It's lovely.

  He's lovely.

  I turn and look over at the sleeping man in bed with me. He blinks, propping up on one elbow as he rubs his eyes. "Is all well, R'ven?"

  "Yeah, I just woke up." I yawn, pushing back the blankets. "I guess I'd better get up now—"

  His arms snake around my waist and he tugs me back into bed. With a giggle, I gleefully fall back into the furs with him. "Not yet," U'dron says, burying his face against the crook of my neck. "Let me enjoy having you in my furs. It has been a dream of mine for a long time."

  The sweet words make my breath catch. "Has it?"

  "Oh yes. They were not all dreams about sleeping, but you have been in all of them."

  I laugh at that. "They were dreams about…hunting, then?" I tease.

  "Some of them. But you did not wear anything while you hunted. Does that count?" His mouth brushes against my neck and he nuzzles at it, then presses a kiss to my skin. It sends shivers coursing through my body, and I moan. He latches onto my throat, sucking, and I know he's marking me in the same way I marked him, and it sends heat all through me.

  I am so, so down for an early morning make-out session.

  "Are you too tired?" he murmurs, his hand roaming over my bare leg. "Should I let you go back to sleep?"

  "Fuck no," I breathe. I've been waiting for this for what feels like forever. A chance to spend some uninterrupted, quality time in bed with U'dron. No one's going to bother us now, no Juth to storm the fire and put it out, no crabs to surge up from the ground, no—

  U'dron raises his head and freezes.

  "Oh no," I moan. "What now?"

  "I must put the food and supplies out for Juth as I promised."

  A little whine creeps in my throat. "Does it have to be right now?"

  He pauses, a frown on his face. "It should be this morning. I promised it would be morning."

  "There's plenty of time in the morning. Can it wait until dawn?"

  He hesitates, and I slide my hand back to his cock. It's hard and aching with morning wood, and I stroke him with an encouraging look. U'dron groans and pulls me under him again. "It can wait, absolutely."

  "Good call." I arch my neck, trying to give him as much access as possible to lavish it with kisses. "I'm not in a hurry to get up just yet."

  U'dron nips at the spot where my shoulder meets my clavicle, and it sends a bolt of need straight to my pussy. "Nor I." He nips again, working his way over my throat, his teeth grazing lightly in a way that's so fucking hot that it makes me squirm. "I could stay here for days."

  Oh fuck, me too. "U'dron," I moan. "Touch me."

  "I am touching you."

  "Touch me lower," I say encouragingly, and rub his cock again. "Touch me like I touch you."

  I worry he's going to be shy, that he's going to hesitate and ask if it's all right. He's a virgin, after all. But U'dron's also very enthusiastic, and I want to laugh with pure joy when he immediately shoves the tunic up to my waist and plants his hand between my thighs. There's zero hesitation there, just pure, unadulterated need, and I absolutely love it. I spread my thighs for him and gasp when his roughened, thick fingers press against the seam of my folds. I'm so wet, and I whimper when he rubs his fingers through my slickness.

  "I want to taste you," he murmurs, pressing hot kisses to my throat, over and over. "Let me taste you, R'ven."

  As if I'm going to say no? "Touch me however you want, U'dron. I want it, too."

  He groans with sheer pleasure, and then his mouth leaves my throat and he grabs the tunic, ripping it off of my body and tossing it aside. I realize belatedly that I don't recognize the tunic, and it must be something he put me in after I passed out last night. Don't care, isn't important. What's important is that now I'm completely and utterly naked, and he presses hot kisses right down my front, ignoring my breasts and heading right for the mount of my pussy.

  All right, different, but I'll take it. Normally my breasts get all the attention and my pussy gets ignored. This is a fun change of pace.

  U'dron peppers more kisses over my thighs, rubbing his mouth against my skin as if he wants to experience me in every single way possible. I remember belatedly that my skin is salty with seawater and I put a hand on his hair to pause him. "Wait, do you want me to bathe—"

  He shakes his head, diving between my thighs in silent answer.

  I bite back a little squeal of delight, because he wastes no time in going straight for the good stuff. He drags his tongue over my folds, lapping up my taste, exploring me with his tongue. And oh fuck, that tongue. It's all ridges and thick power, and he works it against my core, flicking eagerly and delving in to taste me. "U'dron," I pant, reaching down to part my folds with my fingers. "My clit."

  "Show me," he growls, and his voice is so sexy it sends a shudder through my body. Oh fuck, if he just talks to me like that, I'm going to come so damn hard.

  I touch the little bud, circling the hood around it with a light fingertip. "This," I tell him, dipping a finger into my wetness and then dragging it back up to my clit and circling again. It's just how I masturbate, and having him watch with such an avid expression is making me all kinds of crazy. I've never had to show a guy how to pleasure me before…but then again, no one has ever bothered to ask what feels good, either. I love that he wants to learn.

  Everyone that's ever made a joke about male virgins has never had someone like U'dron hungry to pleasure them.

  I barely tease my clit before his mouth is there, his tongue pressing against my clit and then circling it like I showed him. My eyes nearly roll back in my head at the sensation, and I arch my hips against his mouth. "Oh, that's so good," I breathe, drag
ging my hands through his hair as he works my clit. "You can suck on it, too—"

  I don't even have the words out before he does, and my legs jerk in response, a whimper escaping me.

  "Your taste is perfect," he tells me, lifting his mouth for the briefest of moments to give me a long, leisurely lick. "I want to do this all the time."

  "I am happy to have you do so," I tell him, twining my fingers in his mane. "All yours."

  He rumbles with pleasure, his mouth latching onto my clit again. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I also like fingers deep inside me, working me at the same time as my clit, but he sucks so eagerly, and then flicks his tongue in such a rapid, intense beat against my pussy that my orgasm is suddenly right there, waiting to crest, and everything in me is tensing up in anticipation. "Oh," I manage, gasping. "I'm going to come!"

  I don't know if I'm telling him or if I'm saying it out of sheer surprise, but holy crap, when it hits me in the next moment, it's like being hit by a freight train. My entire body lights up with pleasure, my muscles contracting with the force of my release as his tongue continues to rapidly flick-flick-flick against my clit. I keep coming, squirming against his mouth as he holds me against him, and the release shudders and sizzles through me until I'm left limp and gasping on the furs.

  I collapse, shocked at how quickly—and how intensely—I just came. "Oh my god."

  His tongue lazily strokes a path up the center of my folds, prickling my skin all over. "Should I do it again?"

  I moan, caressing his face. "If you do, you might kill me." I squirm as his mouth, hot and urgent, presses more kisses against my sensitive flesh. "That was amazing."

  "Did I do everything how you wanted?" He continues to nuzzle at my skin, his tongue darting out as if he can't resist licking me. Each swipe of that tongue—god, those ridges—makes me crazy.

  I whimper as I nod. "You did amazing, U'dron. So amazing. I've never come so hard."

  He nips at the inside of my thigh with those sharp teeth, and the look on his face is downright possessive. "I will make you come harder next time."

  I can't wait. "Can I touch you now? In the same way?"

  U'dron's eyes flare with heat. "You would…do that for me? With your mouth?"

  I nod, eager. "Absolutely."

  When he shudders, I know he's as excited as I am. I've been so eager to get my hands on him, and the fierce orgasm he just gave me hasn't changed that. If anything, it's made me even hungrier to touch him, to taste him, to watch him come. Something tells me that he's going to be sheer perfection. Maybe I'm blinded by lust, but I'm pretty sure the blow job I'm about to give is going to be the best one ever.

  And I am so, so very ready for it.

  I sit up, pushing my tangled hair back and out of the way. I feel utterly sexy and empowered, my body still vibrating with pleasure from the release he just gave me. I want to give him the same release, to make him feel as sexy and powerful as I feel right now. He watches me with a hungry stare, his tail flicking against the furs. "Lie back for me," I tell him, prodding his shoulder with one finger. "Unless you'd rather stand."

  "Which way is best?" he asks, his expression gravely serious.

  My heart aches with how gorgeously perfect this man is. I love how he wants to get it right, because I suspect that even now, he's thinking about me and my preferences. "It's however you want to do it, however you're comfortable. We can do it lying down this time, and next time you can stand up for me." I sit with my legs folded underneath me and rest a hand on his thigh. "It's however you are the most comfortable, because I want this to be nothing but pleasure for you."

  "Having my mouth on you was nothing but pleasure," U'dron points out, but he lies back on the furs anyhow. "I could do that again."

  "Hush and let me put my mouth on you." I keep a teasing note in my voice, running my hands over his big thighs. His cock is so hard it's pushing straight into the air, so thick and eager that he's practically calling my name. I don't want to go too fast, though. Part of the fun of a blow job is the anticipation and the buildup and getting as worked up as the guy I'm working on. So I slide my hands up and down his big thighs, caressing him and marveling at how strong he is. "God, your thighs are like tree trunks."

  U'dron shifts restlessly on the furs. "Not truly. Trees are much thicker around—"

  "Shhh, let me have my moment." I move over him and put my finger to his lips. He licks it, the look in his eyes encouraging, and I have to bite back a moan of my own. Something tells me that we're not going to get much done this morning. We'll just take turns pleasuring one another until someone passes out from exhaustion. It's not the worst way to spend a day, that's for sure. I trace my finger over his lips, then trail it down his chest and head toward his cock. "When I say your legs are like tree trunks, it's because they're so big and thick that it excites me."

  He groans, his hands fisting in the furs, as if he's afraid to touch me and wreck the moment. "Then they can be trees. They can be whatever pleases you."

  I give him a sultry smile and run my hands up and down his skin. It ripples in color as my hands move over him, as if he's trying to match up to me, and I love the sight of it. "You're so fascinating to look at. I wouldn't mind just staring at you for a while."

  "If…if that is what you wish." U'dron sounds as if he's resigned and trying to hide it.

  His reluctance makes me bite back a giggle, and I lean down to lick a stripe up one thigh. "I said I wouldn't mind. I didn't say I'd do it. You need a release, and I'd be a cruel woman to keep that from you."

  The breath hisses from his lungs as I lick him, tasting salt on his skin from the ocean. It's an unexpected taste, but I like it. His skin is warm and vibrant under my tongue, and I'm surprised at the texture. It's a bit like licking velvet, and I know it's because of the suede-like feel of his skin. I decide I don't mind it, though. I don't mind anything about him, not the thicker fur on his calves and lower arms, not the claws that tip his fingers or his slightly elongated fangs. I like all of it, because it makes him who he is. U'dron's perfect in my eyes.

  And his cock is perfect, too, if I'm honest with myself. So big and thick and ready, it's flushed a darker shade of blue thanks to the blood flow that's surged to that part of his body. I nibble my way across his thighs toward it, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. I want to trace every ridge with my tongue, to explore his spur, to toy with his sac…I want to do all kinds of things to him. But I can't resist one more tease. "Does all of you change colors?" I ask, licking a path across his hips.

  In response, his color ripples to match my paler one, and all of him changes shades. It's bizarre to see on his big form, and I giggle when the skin I've been kissing is suddenly pasty like my own. "I like you best when you're blue," I tell him. "You don't have to match me."

  "I like you," he rasps. "I like all of you."

  Sweet man. I glide my body over his, letting my nipples brush against his skin as I move to take the hand on the far side of me. I place it on my head, letting him touch my hair. "You don't have to hold onto the furs," I say softly. "You can touch me."

  His big hand reaches out for me. He touches my hair, then slides his hand down to my jaw, caressing it. His gaze is locked on my mouth, and I can tell he's utterly entranced at the thought of what I'm about to do.

  I slide my hands over his chest, rubbing, and then head toward his hips, because there's no sense in torturing the man. "I've done this before, but never with an alien, so if I do something you don't like, you'll have to tell me, all right?"

  "I will like all of it, I assure you." The look on his face is practically frantic with need, and he's twitching on the furs. I'm half-surprised he hasn't pawed my head and shoved it toward his crotch. The fact that he hasn't just says what a wonderful guy he is. Even though he's out of his mind with need, he won't grab at me. After working in clubs when guys felt like they could grab me however they wanted, I appreciate that.

  He's just…perfection.
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br />   With my gaze locked on U'dron, I bend over his body, leaning toward his cock, and lick the head of it. It's more to see how he reacts than anything else. I know I'll enjoy touching him, it's just figuring out how he likes being touched. If he doesn't like it when I lick him, well, he's not going to like a lot of what I do, so it just means changing tactics and figuring out what he enjoys.

  I shouldn't have worried. U'dron lets out a choked sound of sheer bliss. "Your…tongue…"

  "You like that?"

  "Too much." His voice is heavy with meaning, and his hand clenches ever so lightly in my hair again, as if he's still afraid to touch me.

  "No such thing," I tease, leaning down to lick him again. As I do, I notice the head of his cock is wet with pre-cum that's beaded up since my last lick. I lap at each bead of liquid, taking the time to tease him with little flicks of my tongue. I love his reactions, the way his hand twitches in my hair every time I taste him. All I've done is lick the head of his cock, and he's so eager and ready that his entire body seems to react when I touch him.

  I don't want him to worry if he comes too fast. Virgins aren't known for their stamina, and I don't mind. I just want him to feel good about what we do. I know his clan has tried to fill his head with nonsense about how he's not a “real” hunter, but he's the most appealing, most masculine man on the beach in my eyes, and I want him to feel that, too.

  So I try to slow things down a little. I caress him lightly with my hand, learning his length. The ridges on his cock feel just as firm and enticing as I thought they would, and his spur fascinates me. I touch him all over with my hands, keeping my mouth off of him for now, and glance up at U'dron. "What feels good?"

  "All of it." His answer is firm and immediate.

  I want to giggle at how quickly he responds. "Is there any part that's more sensitive than the rest?"