“So would you allow me the honor of becoming your father? I would have no power over you except for the job of loving you as my own and worrying when you were in danger, as I do with Tordin. In our culture, it is up to my children’s mates to accept me as either their equal or father. Father is a more revered position, but I would be honored just to be your… how do you refer to it? Ah yes, your friend as well.”
She knew she liked him and said, “I’d love for you to be my father. But I expect to get my way and be spoiled as all good princesses are.”
The laughter that exploded from the Emperor’s chest sounded like a lion’s roar. “Ah yes, my son, you have definitely been favored by the Goddess.” To Kyra he said, “I’ve wanted all my life to have a daughter. You know females are not as plentiful on our planet as they are on Earth. We produce mostly males. Being able to spoil and dote on you would be such a gift from the Goddess. Yes, I promise to treat you better than all your real and fairy princesses on Earth, and I cannot wait to see you in person. Son, how long before you bring Cordin and the other prisoners back to the IGA for trial?”
Kyra was amazed that the Emperor could go from promising to spoil her to talking about his dickhead of a son in one breath. She followed along with the conversation even though they slipped in and out of the Olodian language.
“We plan to be there in less than ten cycles. We’re taking the magna hyper-sling back in order to cut our travel time down to less than half. I don’t want to give Cordin enough time to heal and find a way to escape. We’ve needed to deal with him for a long time. Now that you’re on board, he might finally change, if he has to pay for what he’s gotten away with for so long.”
Kyra noticed the hint of sadness in the Emperor’s golden eyes, but he knew Tordin was right. Cordin had to answer for himself or continue his twisted ways until something very bad happened to many people. Tordin ended the call with his father and turned toward her.
“Now where were we?” He leaned into her to capture her mouth with his again.
The spicy, clean, masculine scent of him invaded her senses as he lifted her from the chair.
“What are you doing?” she asked, knowing he was taking her to the sleeping room but wanting to hear him say it nonetheless.
“You, little princess, are about to be spoiled and get to have your way with your prince. I can’t let my father have all the fun.”
She giggled in anticipation. Her separation from him had been the biggest trial she’d had to endure. Never in a million years would anyone on Earth have convinced her that she would become Princess of an alien empire and have the love of a Warrior Lord Prince like Tordin. He was her balance and anchor.
As he crossed the large room, thoughts of a Hindu Goddess came to Kyra’s mind. She remembered one of her male friends from India in her engineering program saying she’d reminded him of the Goddess Kali because she was so fierce when working on an assignment.
She’d been so intrigued that she looked the Goddess up and was dismayed to see the scary, six-armed, blue image staring back at her. At the time, she’d thought the swoon-worthy Indian man had been insulting her. Now she could see what he’d seen. He saw deep within her the Goddess’ power to create and to fiercely protect those she loved. He wasn’t focusing on her dark skin or crazy hair, or even insinuating that she had an attitude problem; he’d been trying to give her a high compliment. She wondered how many times in her life she had mistaken a compliment for an insult.
The softness of the sleeping platform cradled her like a waiting nurse. It brought her back to the present and gave the most wonderful caress to her slightly sore back side. Tomorrow she’d hunt Jalek down and give him a swift kick to the tush if hers was still sore.
Tordin ran his hands up and down her body, molding them to her ample breasts. Without thinking, she let out a whimper of contentment and allowed him to massage and undress her. He took his time removing piece after piece of clothing, whispering sweet things about how much he loved her. He told her how his thoughts had centered around getting back to her, letting her know what he’d realized about her when they’d been separated. He wanted her to know she was his world and heart.
Kyra reached up to fold him into her arms. She wanted to feel the weight of him, to know this wasn’t a dream, and he really was back here, safe in her arms. When he came to lie on top of her, every blissful moment she’d dreamed of felt shabby in comparison. He was her sensation overload. Their pairing pleased the Goddess, and She rewarded Kyra with a love that was alive on all levels—emotional, physical and even spiritual. Kyra ran a hand through Tordin’s longer locks. She could swear his hair grew inches by the day. It looked like a black lion’s mane, and she loved it.
As her fingertips made contact with his scalp, he groaned a long low rumble of pleasure and nuzzled against her fingers.
“That feels so good when you run your fingers through my hair. It’s so thick that my scalp doesn’t get much air or stimulation. I love your hands on my head. If I could, I’d keep it shaved, but given my station and the fact that it would be an act of futility, I don’t.”
“Don’t ever shave your head. When I dreamt of you, your hair was the first thing I saw. It drew me to you and let me know when we first met that you were my dream lover. I love your hair, and I’ll give you a head massage every night if that keeps you from shaving it off.”
“I shall take you up on that offer, but in all fairness, I’d have to shave it off every day, and I’m not willing to keep that up. It grows extremely fast. My father swears that part of our strength is held in our hair, that it’s a family trait.”
“What? Like Samson from the Bible?”
“No, like my ancestors who were the first known warriors. They wore their hair in long, thick braids that were sentient and could act of their own will. The braids could lift things, act as weapons and perform a whole lot of other feats that might make you think my family members were freaks of nature.”
“Wait, so are you telling me Samson could have been a descendant of your family?”
“If his strength was in some way tied to his hair, then it’s a possibility.”
“You just get more and more cool everyday. But if your strength is tied to your hair, why would you want to cut it off?”
“Because it can be annoying. I don’t want to constantly shoo it out of the way all day. I don’t feel that much different when I cut it, either. But since you like it, I’ll keep it. Okay, enough talking. I want to do some Goddess worship on my mate. You rescued me and the others today. I want to show my gratitude. Kyra, I’m so in awe of you and your power. You rock, as you like to say.”
She rose up to kiss him, and that was all the invitation he needed. Their bodies molded into one as they pleasured each other and rode the waves of ecstasy to orgasm after orgasm. Their lovemaking took on a life of its own, growing and expanding to enclose them in a cocoon of mated pleasure. Tordin made Kyra’s body sing with joy as he explored and focused on points and positions that drove her wild. Sensory overload couldn’t describe how every part of her sizzled with exhaustion as he continued to take her over and over again.
“Stop. I can’t take it anymore. You’ve thoroughly ravaged me, Lord Tordin. I’m out of breath, and my lady bits are starting to protest, too,” she said, noting the sweat-stained sheets and her tingling body. They’d been at it for hours, and she was sexually spent.
“Ah, just a little more and then I promise to let you go to sleep,” he begged, continuing a slow penetration in and out of her.
“Why are you so randy for me now? Aren’t you as tired as I am from your ordeal on the surface?”
“Yes, but you’re in heat, and it’s like an aphrodisiac. I’m addicted and can’t seem to get my fill of you.”
“Wait, you can sense when I’m ovulating?”
“Yes, but more like smell and feel it. You smell sweet and delicious and feel electric—hotter than normal. It’s extremely hard to fight off. Why do you think I kiss
ed you as I did in front of my father? I couldn’t stop myself. You are pulling me with your heat.”
“Well, I’ll be. I never knew you could do that. Does this mean you’ll know when I’m menstruating and other things like that?”
“Yes, but I won’t embarrass you by letting you know, if that’s a problem. I do believe you should have privacy in the things you need to feel private about.”
“Oh no, it’s not that. I’ve been wondering what your superpowers are, is all.”
“My superpowers? You don’t believe in that stuff like others on your planet, do you? You know I’m humanoid, or human as you call it on Earth, right?”
“Yes, but you all seem to be more human than us. It almost feels like we’re a derivative of you. I can’t smell and do the stuff you can. How is that?”
“Our researchers and healers believe it is because of your planet and what your race has done to reduce it to a weird shadow of itself. You’ve messed with your air and polluted your life force liquid called water, so it now has the power to kill you instead of healing you like our gaiata does for us. Your race is killing itself and weakening your abilities.”
He hit her spot again with his thrust, and she tightened around him. Oh, Goddess she was going to have another orgasm! Her response spurred him on. All conversation was forgotten as they fused together experiencing pleasurable heights of exquisite lovemaking. More in tune than ever, they crested together and lay there, still entwined, until their heartbeats slowed to normal. When Tordin rolled off her, she felt a tinge of loss. She was into this male so deep, she wondered if she’d be able to survive if anything happened to him.
He pulled her into him as was becoming his custom, and they drifted off to sleep.
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Kyra was at her monitor on the operations deck when her vo-link sparked to life. The memory of the Skleen contacting her on it made her cringe, but she was over being scared. She was Lady Kyra, and confidence was now her badge of honor.
“Yes?”
“Lady Kyra, this is Surt, we met briefly on your vessel.”
She vaguely remembered the warrior but knew instinctively nothing weird was going on. “Yes, Surt, how may I help you?”
“The healers are in a frenzy over the activity, and thought you might want to come down to the Healing Section.” He must have heard her take in a sharp breath of fear and quickly added, “No, my Lady, nothing bad has happened. On the contrary. Phoebe is awake.”
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THIS BOOK IS OVER BUT…Find out what happens, now that Phoebe is awake.
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Revived By Malm, Book 2 in the Olodian Alien Warrior Romance Chronicles
Kyra and Tordin may have found love in the stars but what of Phoebe? A lot has happened since she fell unconscious on board the failing Space Station.
Will Phoebe be able to adjust to life after Earth? Kyra has blossomed to become the powerful Princess of Olodia but what about her? What does she do now?
She appreciates the attention from the drop dead gorgeous and clearly interested Jalek, but her heart isn’t in it. He is what she’s always wanted in a man but her heart isn’t matching up with her reason. It longs for the attention and touch of the one man who is the least interested—the one with the emerald eyes called Malm.
Will Phoebe make peace with her new life and get over her insatiable need to be with Malm?
Please continue the journey in Revived By Malm, Book 2 in the Olodian Alien Warrior Romance Chronicles.
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