by Maia Starr
“But it happened,” Commander Wyl’es said. “The air fleet held its own against the Vellreq army, with the help of Laike’s new weapon.”
“But that doesn’t explain what happened to Korta,” I said, struggling to remember.
“Fate intervened!” Laike said strongly, his face the most serious I had ever seen it. “Your blade pierced the deepest vein in his body.”
I furrowed my brow, and Melinda soothed my hair. The Leader of the Old Ones stepped forward and continued the explanation.
“It rendered him unable to move,” the Old One said, “just as the magnetic field within Jenal’k was activated. Laike’s weapon was able to lock onto him as a conductor as it attempted to feed from the magnetic pulse to charge its attacks. A powerful burst of energy channeled the force of the bomb through the channel of the laser of Laike’s weapon.”
“The explosion was enough to kill him. And knock the sense out of you,” Melinda said, laughing softly and stroking my face gently.
“It broke the shield though,” Laike said with a heavy sigh. “But it was beautiful! I will never doubt Fate again.”
I shook my head in disbelief and reached out for Melinda’s hands. She set them in mine, and I held her tightly.
“I thought I would never see you again,” I whispered.
“All right,” the Old One said quickly. “Let’s give the Supreme Leader a rest now. It has been quite a day.”
Everybody began to file out of the room, but when Melinda attempted to leave, I held her firmly in place.
“I love you too,” I said. I had regretted not saying it to her when she had been forced to leave, and now I finally had my chance to make it right. “I am sorry for being harsh with you. I was worried about all of this…but you are safe now. And if you wish, I will return you to Earth. The Vellreq will no longer be able to harm you.”
Melinda smiled down at me, cry glittering in her eyes, and I found myself captivated wholly by her beauty.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Melinda whispered, kissing my forehead gently. “I already thought I was going to lose you twice. I never want to lose you again.”
I studied her, reluctant to believe my ears.
“Really,” Melinda said seriously, looking deeply into my eyes. “I want to stay with you.”
I swallowed hard, overcome with joy. I held Melinda close to my body and laughed, kissing her sweet-smelling hair. I had my mate, and my people were safe. For the first time in my life, I felt truly happy.
***
Recovery seemed to take ages, but within a few revolutions my arm was nearly back to normal, and the Old One had cleared me to return back to the palace.
Peko and the rest of the staff hovered about me obnoxiously, worried about my injuries, but Melinda was able to gently steer them to more useful tasks.
“Is it good to be home?” she asked after she had helped me change into my sleeping clothes and settle into bed.
“I’m not sure yet,” I admitted with a small laugh. “I don’t enjoy all this attention.”
Melinda grinned and climbed into bed with me, laying her head on my good shoulder. “Not all attention is good.”
“Indeed not,” I said, turning to study her beautiful face. She smiled at me, and I kissed her tenderly. We had been through so much, but soon, the ceremony was to take place, officially declaring her as my bride.
I was shocked by the sudden pulse of heat that woke within my loins, and Melinda closed her eyes as if basking in my body. It intensified my longing for her, and I held her close, my hands exploring every inch of her soft, supple body.
Melinda gasped softly against me, climbing on top of me carefully so that I could feel the heat of her middle press gently against the hard mound of my groin. Shots of bliss electrified me deeply, and I held her close to my body, basking in the pleasure of her nearness.
Melinda’s clear eyes bore into mine, and she kissed me suddenly, her soft, supple lips tugging my own and her beautiful body moving on top of me with gentle deliberation, rousing my desire and sending a rush of blood to my already stimulated member.
She smiled at me when she felt my body reacting to her movements, and carefully pulled her shirt off from over her head and untied the rope that held my bedclothes closed.
Melinda gasped quietly at the sight of my body, breathless and ready for her. Her soft hands roamed up and down my torso, and I closed my eyes as the pleasure engulfed me.
The heat of her middle suddenly overwhelmed me, and I moaned deeply, tendrils of pleasure creeping up through my abdomen. Melinda’s soft body pressed gently against me as our mouths met again and again, each time with more passion than the last. Her hands gripped mine, and I began to rock my hips gently, pushing myself deeper inside her.
Melinda gasped softly, a deep red flush coloring her cheeks attractively. She lowered long-lashed eyelids over her eyes and allowed me to hold her in place as I began to thrust gently inside of her, a hot surge of ecstasy filling us both with every slight movement. I caught one of her soft breasts in my mouth as we continued our dance, my tongue massaging it until I could feel her trembling with pleasure against me.
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with rapture as I disappeared inside of Melinda’s body again and again. She moaned softly as I massaged her to the brink of climax, our bodies entwined and writhing as the pleasure overpowered us.
Melinda lowered her lips onto my neck and massaged it with her tongue, sending deep thrills down my body and igniting a deep fire within my abdomen. I was beginning to feel an urgent desire to release myself, to plant a seed within her and truly begin the revitalization of the Thressl’n race. But we were not wed yet. Would it be wise?
I gazed into Melinda’s eyes and gripped her hair, bringing her lips to mine. When we pulled apart, both of us panting as our bodies continued to gratify themselves, I smiled at her.
“I want us to have children,” I said. “It is the only way to continue the race of people. You gave me the will to live. To fight this. Even with all the distractions of your body. You should be the first to birth a child of the new realm. You are going to be my bride. Do you accept?”
Melinda’s flushed face broke out into a gentle, beautiful smile. “I accept.”
Her lips fell against mine, and a gasp of pleasure escaped them. I roared softly as a shocking wave of desire began to animate my body. Despite my injury, I flipped Melinda onto her back and climbed on top of her. Melinda’s breasts rose and fell as she panted in surprise and anticipation, and soon I plunged deep inside of her once again.
Melinda’s soft voice groaned as again and again I brought her to the brink of pleasure, only to pull away just when I knew I could cause her to overflow. I wanted to soak in every moment of her beautiful body beneath me, the moments before she was officially my wife and the mother of the first child of the new realm.
Suddenly, her eyes met mine, and a serious look of need crossed her face. It was cruel to make her wait, and knowing of her desperation was enough to send a jolt of longing, electrifying my entire body.
I unleashed my full strength upon her then, my hips powerful against Melinda’s as I indulged her desires, until finally I could feel her begin to quake and contract around me. The blissful friction of our bodies brought me to a deep state of rapture, and I growled as our orgasms began to synch up. A sudden, powerful wave of hot desire rushed out of me, exploding inside of Melinda. She gripped my shoulders, bracing herself against the power of her own orgasm, and we held each other tightly as Fate decreed the siring of the first born child of the New Realm.
THE END (P.S. See next page for more bonus books!)
Drackon Mates BOX SET(1-6)
By Maia Starr
Jarith (Drackon Mates)
By Maia Starr
Chapter 1
MARISSA VOLANDER
Being CEO of the biotech company Gladonetics meant my schedule was always overbooked. So even as I ran across the front courtyard toward the doors of the glass sky
scraper that housed Gladonetics, I was already running late for yet another meeting.
It was a blustery day out and I wished that I had pulled my long, brown hair into a tight bun instead of letting it loose with wild curls. I wished that I had worn a straight pencil skirt that was tightly fitted instead of the pleated, black skirt I wore that was riding the wind like it was surfing. It was hard to keep it down since I had digital tablet files in my arms as I scurried in my black heels. My hair was blowing in my face practically blocking my view in my flustered state when… BAM! I ran into a wall and fell backwards, flat on my back.
The tablets went everywhere, my hair was in my face, and my skirt was up to my waist, showing red panties and black, thigh-high stockings with a garter belt. I was mortified and hoped that no one had seen this catastrophe, but that notion was crushed as soon as I heard a voice.
“Allow me, human,” the deep, reverberating voice said.
“What?” I whispered while I was on the floor.
Through my strands of hair covering my face like a mask, I saw a large figure looming over me.
“Who are you?” I tried to ask.
Before I knew it, his hands had grasped my body like nothing and he helped me to my feet, holding me firmly against his body. I looked up into the face of a Drackon warrior. His long, dark-black hair was in tendrils down to his shoulders and his perfectly square jaw was adorned with full, pinkish lips. His eyes were a stark, sea green but with a long, vertical pupil, like the eyes of a cat. He was over seven feet tall, almost eight feet, and his thick, broad body was so hard that it was the reason I thought I had ran into a wall. But that was not the case: I had run into him.
Now I was in a precarious and ridiculous position with my head arched all the way back in order to look up at his face while his massive arm encircled my lower back, pulling me to him to steady me, or so I thought. But I could feel his hard member pressing against my stomach and my eyes grew wide as I realized just how big it must be. He must have known what I was thinking in that moment because he smiled at my response.
“You should watch where you are going, human. There are many that would prey upon your small, delicate size,” he said as he inhaled sharply, as though inhaling my pheromones—and he was.
This was what the Drackon did. They were a race of alien shifters with many abilities. The Drackon were a patriarchal, male-dominated society of warriors with a special ability to shift into part animal. It was this part animal that allowed them to sniff out pheromones in such a way. And although they looked like a larger and stronger version of males on Earth, they were vastly different in that they were able to shift into dragons.
This was not a complete dragon shift; it was a partial shift. When they did shift, large wings sprouted on their backs and shiny, colorful scale armor sprouted in various places on their bodies, but not into a full dragon. I had not seen it in person, but I had seen recordings of it. It was impressive.
Now one of these Drackon male warriors was holding me up and pressing his hard cock against me. A part of me wished that he was fully shifted at the moment, but he was not. In fact, he was well adorned and in regal dress.
He wore black leggings that were made of an unknown material with calf-high boots. His embroidered shirt was white and fit him in a snug manner, leaving little to the imagination. I had never seen a Drackon dressed so well. His face looked familiar to me, but I think I just wanted him to be familiar because he was so damn sexy. If I had met him at a bar later, I would definitely take him home for a one-night stand, but nothing else. But for now, I would have to put my oversized libido aside and remember that I was late for a meeting.
I placed my hands on the large beast of an alien’s chest and pushed myself away as I said, “Yes, thank you. I will remember that. If you will excuse me, I am late for a meeting.”
“Yes, I sometimes forget that the female humans are allowed to conduct meetings, just like the males. It is not so on my planet, and it never will be,” he said as he picked up my tablets that were thrown about the ground.
His words inspired an immediate rage reaction inside of me. I yanked the tablets from his hands as I said, “Yes, everyone knows that. That is why you come here and take human females from Earth: the Drackon treat their females so badly, there are hardly any left. It wouldn’t surprise me if they all ran away from you.”
He laughed. It was a loud, boisterous laugh that shocked me, as that was not the effect I was going for with my insult.
Then he said, “You speak as though the women are being forced to be mates of the Drackon. They willingly give themselves to us. They all register and there is a waiting list. You females WANT us, badly.”
I huffed in anger at his response. He was right. He was one hundred percent right. Ever since the Drackon opened lines of communication for finding human female mates to take back with them to their planet over twenty years ago, the waiting list had become famously over populated. Every female wanted a Drackon warrior to claim her as his mate.
I was never on that list, nor would I ever be. I was too much of a tomboy to be claimed by a male of any species. Still, I did not want to admit this to him moment because I wanted to win this argument, if it was in fact an argument that we were having.
“Not all of us want you badly!” I said as I stomped off toward the door. I lied. I wanted him. I wanted him badly, but not for a life-long mate: just for endless sensual and lustful encounters.
As I entered the door, I looked back over my shoulder at him. He was still staring at me and I took this opportunity to take all of him in. I looked immediately at his crotch and realized that the tight-fitted, wet-suit like tights were there with good reason. He was hard, and I could see his long, thick bulge. If the pants were not made of such thick material, it would have created more than just a bulge in his pants.
I looked to see that he was smiling at me. I quickly looked away. I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed that he had seen me practically half naked with my skirt up around my waist and embarrassed that he had caught me checking him out. The Drackon were the epitome of male dominance and I was too dominant to like their way of life.
“Nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Volander,” Archer Payne said as I walked into the board meeting. This was the meeting that I was late for, and a very important one. It was a meeting with the board of Gladonetics, and the seven men that sat around the conference table were all my bosses. They made all the decisions about the company and I oversaw making sure those decisions were implemented successfully.
“Apologies, gentlemen; my plate is full today. Let’s get down to business, shall we?” I said, taking a seat, not wanting to have to cater to apologizing to these men.
“Yes, we have news. We have been in quiet relations with the Drackon species for two years now, as you know,” Archer Payne said.
As soon as he said it, my stomach began to feel nervous. Was it just a coincidence that this meeting was about the Drackon and I had just run into one right outside the door of our business? That did not sound coincidental to me. I shifted in my seat waiting to hear what he was going to say. News of the Drackon dealings was not anything new. As Archer Payne said, it had been two, quiet years of dealing with them. We were a biotech company, after all, and their abilities to shift were of great interest to us. So the company had acquired small things from the Drackon, like DNA samples in the form of spit in test tubes. This was a great scientific advancement and we had an entire department devoted to analyzing the small samples the Drackon gave us. So we had in fact been in business with the alien race for some time. But it seemed that now there was a something new.
"Yes, we have, " I said in response to Archer Payne’s introduction to this meeting.
"We have been chosen by King Hanu Rykor of the Drackon to meet with his son, Prince Jarith Rykor, to further advance our agreement with them. The king wants to enter negotiations for a more open trade of biotechnology with Gladonetics.”
"That is unbelievable," I
said, excited for the opportunity. I took my job very seriously. In fact, it was the only thing I took seriously; I did not have any outside life beyond work whatsoever. I did not date. I made it a point to use men for sex only. Romance only got in the way of my career goals, therefore I did not pursue it. To be chosen as the sole company to enter into such a drastic deal with the Drackon was a very important career opportunity.
"Yes, it is," Archer Payne said. "We want you to lead this project. It just so happens that prince Jarith was here on other business when we got this last-minute communication from the king earlier today."
"The prince is here?" I asked, already knowing that it was why the Drackon that I ran into looked so familiar to me; of course I had seen his face, and he was the prince.
"Yes, he is already here on Earth and in the city. You will meet with him in two hours. We expect you to use that time to prepare for the meeting."
I tried not to panic. After what had happened only moments before with the prince, I probably was not the best person to meet with him. He had already seen my panties; how would he ever take me seriously? I was in for a challenge. But I was not going to let it deter me from the biggest career opportunity of my life.
"You have my word; I will be ready."
"Excellent. We know we can count on you. You are a pit bull in the business arena. We want a fair deal where the Drackon are not taking advantage of us, but also not so hostile that we do not get what we want," Archer Payne said.
