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

by Ruby Dixon

  "Everything…under my loincloth…"

  I bite my lip to hold back my laughter, because I did ask, and his answer is so intensely earnest. I try a different tactic, instead. "Tell me where you'd like my mouth."

  He groans, his eyes closed, and for a moment I think he's not going to answer me. But then his hand in my hair guides me, ever so lightly, toward his cock. I give him a teasing lick, and love the ragged sound I get in response.

  "I love how big you are," I purr, sliding my fingers around the base of his shaft. "I want to take all of you in my mouth and suck, but I'm not sure you'll fit."

  U'dron's pained groan is music to my ears. "You…will you…try?"

  "Oh yeah," I breathe, and lick the head of his cock again. "Don't you worry about that." I lick him again, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I love the way his body moves in response, how his tail lashes back and forth as if it's the only part of him that can't stay still, no matter what. I press a kiss on the head of his cock, and then take it into my mouth.

  It's definitely a tight fit, but Mama didn't raise no quitter.

  I work my mouth over him, running my tongue over his skin to get him good and wet as I take him deeper and deeper. With my jaw relaxed, I'm able to take what feels like an enormous amount of alien cock into my mouth, but there's still so much left to go that I know I'll never be able to work him like I normally would. I close my lips over him and increase suction, even as I pump his shaft with one hand and tease his sac with the other. I don't have enough hands to include his spur, but U'dron doesn't seem to mind. His gasp of ecstasy tells me that this is plenty for him, and when his hand knots in my hair and begins to push on my head when I move, I know he's lost in the moment.

  I love when he thrusts into my mouth, his hips jerking as he loses himself to my ministrations. It makes me redouble my efforts, and I suck on him with enthusiasm, only losing my rhythm when he pushes deep and hits the back of my throat. I let him go, coughing a little, and his expression is immediately contrite. "R'ven—"

  "You're okay," I tell him, wiping at my lips and smiling. "You're just a big guy." I give him another explicit lick. "Big and delicious."

  U'dron's breath hitches, and I take him into my mouth again, working the head of his cock with my tongue. Both of his hands move to my hair, and it doesn't take long before he's fucking my mouth, shuttling his length in and out. I love it. I love how big he is, how into this he is, the sounds he makes in his throat, as if he's never experienced anything so good in his life and it's killing him. It's turning me on all over again and I'm tempted to slide a hand between my thighs and touch myself, but I don't want to get distracted from his pleasure. I already had mine.

  His movements become more desperate, lurching into my mouth with an almost forceful enthusiasm, and I pull off of him with another lick, working his slick length with my hand. A fresh spurt of pre-cum immediately glosses his cockhead, and from the wild-eyed look on his face, I know he's close. "U'dron, baby…do you want to come in my mouth or on my skin?"

  He groans, eyes closing, as if the decision is too much.

  An idea hits me and I rub the wet head of his cock against my lips, teasing him. "If you come on my skin, I'll wear your scent all day. Everyone will know we're together."

  U'dron sucks in a breath, and his gaze meets mine, his eyes hungry. Oh yeah, he likes that idea.

  I give his cock another lick, and then rub him along my chin. "They'll smell you on me and realize what we've been doing. It won't matter that we haven't resonated, because I'm going to wear your scent like a cloak. It'll be all over my face, and my tits, and—"

  He comes with a groan, his release spurting forth as if he can control himself no longer. I let out a happy little sigh, loving how hard he's coming, and hold his cock so he sprays on my chin, my throat, and my breasts. I milk his length as he comes, telling him how sexy he is, and how turned on he makes me, and when he's finally done, I sit back on my haunches and give him a pleased look of satisfaction. That might be the most enjoyable blow job ever.

  "You…" he sighs, as if utterly depleted. "You are incredible, R'ven."

  "Why thank you." I chuckle, running my fingers over his seed and rubbing it into my breasts. He watches with an avid expression, utterly fascinated at the sight of me. "Maybe we can wash up together later tonight? I'm still kinda sticky from saltwater, but I don't mind being dirty for a little bit longer." And I paint a suggestive circle on my skin.

  He sits up, reaching for a discarded tunic, and wipes his release off my face. "You would…truly wear my seed?"

  I nod. "I like the thought of smelling like you all day. Plus, it'll probably drive your friends wild with jealousy, and that makes me happy."

  U'dron chuckles, toweling my skin off—except my breasts, I can't help but notice—and then leans in to give me a kiss. "I have never met a female like you before."

  "Good." I mean, it might be bad, but I choose to take it as good.

  "Very good." He nips at my lower lip, all affection, and then sighs. "I must take supplies out to the far end of the beach for Juth. I promised I would, even though I want to spend the day in the furs here with you."

  Annnnd that reminds me that I have things I need to do, too. Ugh. I fight back a sigh of my own. "I suppose everyone's going to want to know where we've been. I guess I should tell them my secrets, too."

  "You do not have to if you do not wish to," U'dron reassures me. "I will keep your secrets forever."

  I shake my head. "I'm tired of secrets. If they don't like who I am, they'll just have to deal with it. I can't hide who I am forever. Better for me to bring it up than for them to find out by accident if I slip up."

  "If they do not like you, they are the fools," he says stubbornly.

  I knew I liked this guy. I beam a smile at him and take his hand in mine, then press a kiss to his palm. "I'll wait for you to come back. Will you be there with me while I confess to the others?"

  U'dron brushes a lock of hair from my face. "I will not leave your side."

  22

  RAVEN

  While U'dron's gone to deliver supplies to the far end of the beach, I scarf down the breakfast he saved for me. I didn't realize how hungry I was until he pointed out the bowl, and then I find myself choking on the food I eat it so quickly. I might also lick the crumbs out of the bowl, too. There's no one around to see, after all. As I wait for him to return, I melt more water over the fire and clean up a little. I wash my face and arms, but I leave U'dron's dried cum on my breasts. It's a little filthy of me (okay, it's a LOT filthy) but I know Shadow Cat clan have the most sensitive of noses out of all the clans.

  I'm still angry over how they've treated him and made him think that he's somehow not worthy. I want them to smell him all over me, and I want them to be jealous. After all, all three of them have struck out when it comes to us women, and I hope it eats at them.

  My dirty hair is a snarled mess, but I don't have the energy or patience to deal with it. I twist it into a knot and shove a stick through the bun to keep it off my face, and then get dressed. My clothes aren't in U'dron's hut, so I pull out one of his tunics and belt it like a dress. It hangs to my knees, and I toss on a cloak over it. After days of sitting in wet clothing—or no clothing—this feels like a luxurious paradise of warmth. I don't have shoes, though, and when I pick up one of U'dron's to borrow, I snort to myself and put it back. Those aren't boots, those are boats. The man's feet are freaking enormous, and for some reason, it gives me a weird sense of pleasure to see just how big his feet are.

  It's dumb. I know I totally have a crush on the guy if I'm giddy over the size of his feet, but I don't care. I'm not going to let anyone ruin my good mood. I just had an incredible orgasm, I'm home safe and warm, and the man I've been lusting over for months has been lusting over me, too.

  If the rest of the tribe doesn't get too upset over the fact that I'm a stripper ex-con, life's going to be pretty darn great.

  U'dron retur
ns sooner than I anticipated, and I jump to my feet when he enters the hut. I beam a smile at him, surging forward to give him a kiss. "I missed you," I tell him, my arms going around his waist.

  The big guy blushes, his cheeks staining a darker blue, but he kisses me back. "I missed you, as well."

  "Ho, R'ven," calls a voice from behind him, and I'm a little disgruntled to see A'tam heading into the hut as well. He grins at me, all white fangs and thick beard. Out of all the islanders, he's got the most classically beautiful features, his nose and mouth perfect, his eyes bright and flashing with amusement. I prefer U'dron, though, with his big nose and strong, square jaw, and big, big hands and feet. I prefer everything about U'dron, really.

  I make a face at A'tam. "Come on in. We weren't going to do anything," I lie, my visions of climbing back into bed with U'dron truly dashed. I turn back to my big mate—because he's mine now, no matter what they say—and rub a hand on his back. "Did you deliver the food? Did you see Juth and Pak?"

  U'dron shakes his head. "They will not come out when we will notice them. They will wait for us to let our guard down, or they will come under the cover of night and steal away the supplies. But they will take them."

  "Mmm." I glance over at A'tam, who has a distracted look on his face. When his nostrils flare, I realize he must smell something in the hut. His gaze flicks over to me and I shoot him a smug smile, nestling my cheek against U'dron's chest. Suck on that, I think to myself.

  "Are you hungry?" U'dron rubs my back, as if he, too, needs to touch me as much as I need to touch him. "There is hot food on the fire and the others were asking about you. I can bring something back if you are not ready to talk."

  Right. "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

  A'tam watches us with nosy fascination as U'dron fusses over my clothing, adding another fur over the layers I'm already wearing. He doesn't like that I don't have shoes and offers to go get mine from the other cave, but I shake my head. "You'll let me put my feet against your leg to keep them warm, won't you?" My tone is light, and I lace my fingers with his. It's just another way I can show the others that I'm with him, and I hope it makes I'rec and O'jek insane with jealousy. Maybe I'm not a nice person, but I love the thought of them stewing on our relationship for a while.

  U'dron leans forward, and his nostrils flare. His eyes grow dark with lust, and I can tell he's picked up his scent on my skin. I smile ever-so sweetly up at him and toy with the collar of the borrowed tunic I'm wearing, lowering it just a bit so he can catch a bigger whiff of my skin.

  "Let's go and tell the others about our adventures, then. I want to get this done so we can be alone together again." I give A'tam a pointed look and turn back to U'dron. "I'm ready if you are."

  "You lead, and I will follow," he tells me in a fervent voice, and I suspect he's talking about more than just heading to breakfast with the rest of the tribe. My heart squeezes, and I smile up at him, radiant. That radiance quickly fades into a nervous knot in my throat as I realize what I'm about to do. I hope he feels the same after I tell my story in front of the others and they react to it.

  If he changes how he feels about me because of the others…I think it might break me.

  God, there's a lot of people out by the fire.

  My throat is dry and I cling to U'dron's hand as we head out to greet the others. A'tam keeps a few paces behind us, talking to U'dron about meeting up later tonight or something, but I'm not paying attention. I'm staring at the sea of faces gathered by the communal fire, and all of them are gazing in our direction.

  Willa and Gren. Lauren and K'thar. Hannah and J'shel. N'dek and Devi. Angie and Vordis. Thrand and Nadine. Liz and Raahosh and their children. Brooke and Taushen. Bek and Elly. Mari and T'chai. Harlow and Rukh and their babies. Gail and Vaza and their son. Penny stirs the food, chatting with Callie who stands next to her. S'bren and M'tok are nearby, whispering with R'jaal. Jeez, has everyone shown up this morning for breakfast? Devi and N'dek normally comb the beaches first thing in the morning, but they're by the fire with eager faces. And there's Flor and Bridget, Sam and Steph all seated together and watching by the fire.

  It doesn't feel like coming out to greet my friends. It feels a bit like going to stand in front of a firing squad. I grip U'dron's hand a little tighter, my palms sweaty.

  He leans down to me to whisper in my ear. "We can leave."

  "No, it's okay." I swallow hard, because I really do want to chicken out. "This needs to get done."

  Flor jumps to her feet before anyone can say anything. "Well, shit, girl, can I hug you?" She spreads her arms in front of me, a look of happiness mixed with concern on her face. "We were worried sick over you."

  I'm a little shocked. "You were?" I let go of U'dron's hand and Flor squishes me in a tight hug. Then Bridget is there, and Sam, and Brooke, and then everyone is piling onto me, hugging me and laughing with relief. Some of my worry and distress disappears as I hug person after person while U'dron hovers protectively at my back.

  These people like me, I remind myself. It'll all be okay.

  "Of course we were worried. You're such a sweetheart," Brooke says, smiling as she hugs me.

  I bite back a groan. Right. They were worried that sweet, slightly dippy Raven was alone and on her own. No one would miss ex-con Raven nearly as much. They miss the person I pretend to be. "Um…"

  U'dron pries Brooke off of me gently, stepping between me and the crowd of people who want hugs. "Let her sit and she will tell her story. She can hug and kiss afterward."

  Flor giggles at that. "Do you think we all sit around kissing each other?"

  "The French do," Brooke says helpfully. "Have you guys met Marlene? She'll kiss you on each cheek."

  "I would like to meet this female," someone mutters.

  "Yes," Penny exclaims. "Come sit. Callie and I made breakfast. Grab a bowl and make yourself comfortable." She gestures at the nearby seats with her ladle. "We're having shrimp tea and Icehome oatmeal."

  "What's Icehome oatmeal?"

  "It's spicy," Callie says helpfully.

  "You like everything spicy," Sam grumbles. "Is there a less spicy version for the kids and those of us who don't need our sinuses cleared?"

  Callie gestures at a tripod over the second of the cook fires. "The baby version is over here, yes." She grins at me, lifting her chin in a subtle challenge. "Which one do you want?"

  I shrug. "I don't mind spicy." Other than the snack that U'dron left for me, I've eaten nothing but raw tentacles for the last few days. A few hot meals would be terrific. Callie makes me a bowl of food and hands me a carved spoon. It's a mush of some kind, probably made with seeds and chopped up roots. There's a lot of spices in it and a few leaves, and I stir it curiously. "It doesn't look very breakfast-like."

  "Just eat it." She mutters something in Spanish that my translator doesn't catch and goes back to stirring. Penny's lips twitch and she looks over at me with amusement.

  "Thank you, Callie. I'm sure it's spectacular." I can't help but keep my tone a little sweeter than it normally is, falling back into my old “routine” as Raven all over again. I take a bite of the gruel and cough. A surge of spices floods my mouth, followed by a burst of sweetness, and my nose immediately runs in response. "This is amazing," I tell her between bites of food. "If my lips don't burn off, I want seconds."

  Callie just chuckles, nudging Penny. "I told you so."

  "I didn't say anything!" Penny says, exasperated. "I said it was delicious! Sam is the one that said she didn't like spices."

  I down another burning hot mouthful as U'dron moves into the seat next to mine. He hands me a cup of shrimp tea, and I gulp it down happily as Sam and Callie bicker over breakfast and Harlow's new baby begins to cry and Rukh gets up to soothe it. There are people everywhere, crowding around the fire, and I see Hannah seated with Brooke, taking braiding lessons as they both work on their mates' hair. I see Lauren feeding tidbits to K'thar's ugly pet bat-thing, and Farli brushing Chompy's fuzzy coat as
she talks to her mate. Raahosh and Liz feed their children, and Bek and Elly seem as if they're in their own little world while Flor signals me, silently asking if I'm fucking U'dron and wiggling her eyebrows at me.

  I bite back a smile, pretending to ignore her signals, and she tosses a tiny shell in my direction. It pings off of my calf and I fight back a girlish giggle as U'dron's tail curls around my ankle. Warming it, no doubt.

  God, I missed all this. Being here on the beach with the smoke from the fire in my face and shrimp tea in my cup, listening to everyone chatter and talk over each other? I absolutely adore this. I love being around people. Love an audience. Love the wild conversations that spring up, and how everyone always has something to contribute. I know it can get overwhelming to some people like Mari or Hannah, but I love a crowd. I can't imagine living like Pak and Juth, with no one to depend on, no one else around you to lean on. It seems like hell to me.

  R'jaal comes and sits across from U'dron and myself. He gestures at my nearly empty food bowl. "When you are finished, speak. We wish to hear the story."

  My smile fades a little, but I nod.

  U'dron growls at him, putting a possessive hand on my knee. "She will speak when she is ready. Do not rush her."

  R'jaal frowns, leaning back. He exchanges a look with Raahosh, and then speaks again. "Is there a resonance we should know about?"

  "No," I butt in before things get uncomfortable. "I'm hooking up with U'dron." Everyone laughs as if I've said something funny, and I realize I'm speaking in my lighter, sweeter tone of voice. Shit. "I'm moving in with him," I say, as if that will clarify things.

  "So you can make beautiful music together?" Bridget teases.

  "So we can fuck," I counter.

  Bridget's eyes go wide. There's more laughter. Harlow covers her son's ears, but her lips are twitching. I notice I'rec and O'jek are hovering near A'tam, and they're all whispering together. Well, I hope they heard that, because I absolutely don't plan on changing my mind. I put my hand on U'dron's knee possessively.