A Baby for the Alien Prince: Celestial Mates (The Alva)

by Miranda Martin

  At the House Mansion, Prince Naefaren himself is waiting at the front door to greet us.

  Another oddity.

  "Prince Elorshin, Princess Margot, thank you for coming. Please, follow me." He smiles as he turns and leads us to his study.

  We follow, Margot taking in the opulence.

  I slow so she can look at everything she wants to see.

  In the study, Naefaren gestures to the assortment of small finger foods laid out, tea steaming in a delicate pot with matching cups.

  "Please, help yourselves," he offers as he sits down.

  Margot and I both thank him, but I want to know why we are here.

  Before I can say so out loud, Margot's mind nudges mine.

  Patience.

  Patience? Of course I am. I came, did I not? This time would be better spent at home with you.

  I smile as she kicks me lightly, Naefaren's desk providing cover.

  "You are probably both wondering why I have requested your presence here," he continues after Margot takes a few sweets. My tiny human bride has quite a sweet tooth I've discovered.

  "Defeating House Ki'lar has increased House Viir's power significantly. It was quite a large coup for us." He meets my eyes, respect clear in them. "I have treated you poorly recently, forcing you into a marriage you did not desire." He glances over at Margot and smiles before meeting my eyes again. "Though I suppose there are no hard feelings in that arena any longer?"

  "No," I agree gruffly. "Though that does not mean I enjoyed being forced into a corner," I add, just to make certain there is no misunderstanding.

  "Of course," he agrees, inclining his head. "I want to add that your actions were integral in House Ki'lar's defeat. I understand you had a particular interest in the matter, but the fact remains." His face grows serious again. "I find my respect for you has risen after every encounter we have had. Now, after going to battle together, I can truly say you have my admiration." He leans forward, his face sincere. "And with Prince Daetoris' death, there is now a power vacuum in House Ki'lar. Considering you were the one to slay that poor excuse for a Prince, I think it is only fitting to offer you, and your Pari, House Ki'lar."

  I frown, thinking I must have heard him wrong.

  "Are you saying you want us to lead House Ki'lar?" I ask to clarify.

  He nods, smiling. "Yes. I cannot think of a better man to lead a Major House. Your loyalty to your people, your skill in battle, and now the fact that you have a Pari to ground you," he says, nodding at Margot. "All of it makes you a perfect candidate."

  I sit back in my seat stunned.

  Prince of a Major House.

  No risk of having the power from the core-well used as a bargaining chip. No bitter cold. Almost guaranteed prosperity.

  It sounds wonderful.

  But I do not feel the elation I thought I would at such a prospect.

  You love your people.

  I turn my head to the side to meet Margot's soft gaze.

  Margot... this would mean a better life for you. A better life for our future children.

  I cover her hand with mine.

  She shakes her head, smiling at me, her eyes searching my face.

  You love your people. It's one of the things I admire most about you- that you love and respect them so much, that you well and want the best for them. It's what makes you such a wonderful leader. And that same part of you also makes you a wonderful Pari.

  I can feel the love she has for me, the admiration. That she means what she says.

  I am fortunate.

  But I need to know she will not regret this decision.

  Think of what we would have to give up.

  Think of what we would be giving up if we take it. Those people are your family. They will follow you anywhere- they've already shown that. And they are good people. I want my children to learn the importance of kindness, hard work, fortitude. From what I've seen, House Do'ana will provide that, much more than any of these Major Houses. The people here aren't the same. And I know your people will love your children as much as they love you, will protect them and be loyal to them. What more could I ask for?

  As I look into Margot's warm brown eyes, I wonder what I have done to deserve a Pari like her.

  You are perfection.

  Her smile widens.

  I know.

  I chuckle, raising her hand to kiss it.

  Prince Naefaren clears his throat.

  I turn to him. "My apologies. I needed to confer with Margot."

  "Of course," he murmurs.

  I take a deep breath. "We cannot accept the leadership of House Ki'lar."

  Naefaren blinks, his face slack in his shock.

  "You cannot... accept?" he repeats, his eyes going to Margot and then back. "I do not understand. Your life would improve so drastically! You would have so many more resources! Anyone would jump at this opportunity! People would kill for it!"

  I feel somewhat bad that he is so shocked that he might believe I am unappreciative of the offer which is untrue.

  "You said you admired his loyalty to his people, his skill in leading," Margot interjects, looking over at me, squeezing my hand. "He loves his people. This is why he is such a good leader. Why you want him to lead a Major House. And also why he cannot accept." She turns back to Naefaren with a smile. "So, we thank you for the offer. And we must also refuse it. Respectfully."

  Naefaren shakes his had, but a rueful smile spreads across his face.

  "Very well. I find I must respect you even more now Prince Elorshin." He stands and we follow suit. He offers his hand and I take it, clasping his forearm. "It is rare to find a Prince, a leader who is selfless in his duty. I fear I wouldn't be so in similar circumstances."

  I smile at that. "You may yet surprise yourself."

  "Perhaps," he agrees. "Now I have your example to look to."

  As we leave House Viir, Margot's hand clasped in mine, I know I made the right decision.

  I know we made the right decision.

  And I know I have everything I could ever need.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Margot

  "Shhhh. We have to be quiet."

  "I am not the one who is loud," Elorshin whispers, kissing down the side of my neck.

  He has a point.

  "Hold on. Let me move her to the nursery first."

  He chuckles, leaning back. "If it will help you concentrate, by all means," he teases. "I will get her."

  I watch as he gets out of bed, admiring his shirtless state as he walks over to the small, hammock like bed that our baby daughter likes to sleep in.

  My heart melts as Elorshin coos to her in a low voice, cradling her slight weight against his chest. Her tiny fist curls around the finger he offers her, even though she stays asleep, hardly stirring.

  Her fist is a lighter blue against Elorshin's deeper skin tone, a mixture of both of us. Just as her hair is blue black like Elorshin's, but curly like mine.

  I wonder if she will have fangs as she gets older and can picture her with a tiny, adorable set.

  As I watch Elorshin cradle her, his face soft with the love he feels for our daughter, it’s like my heart will burst it’s so full.

  I feel a level of joy I didn't even think was possible.

  I love our baby so much, a perfect combination of us. And seeing how Elorshin is with her makes my love for him grow even more. I watch as he walks through the door that leads to the nursery, setting her down in the crib there.

  Before the baby came, we had the room next door converted into a nursery with a door that connected to our own bedroom. The workers had smiles on their faces the entire time, the joy of new life spreading through House Do'ana in a sparkling rush.

  Everyone was so solicitous of me while I was pregnant I don't think I lifted a single finger once the entire time.

  And Elorshin was the worst, insisting I rest even when I felt fine, that I eat more even though I’d already gained a good amount.

  But
he'd also given me the best back and foot rubs, held my hair back for me when I had morning sickness, ran to the kitchen himself to find something to satisfy my cravings when I had them.

  In short, he was just perfect.

  Now, a few months into this parenting gig, we're getting back into the swing of things.

  Elorshin comes back in, closing the door but leaving it open a crack so we can hear her if she cries.

  He turns back to the bed with a smile that grows wider when he sees I've already stripped off my thin chemise.

  "I love how you think," he says, his eyes scanning my body as he pushes his own sleep pants down and off.

  Hmm.

  I take a moment to enjoy the sight of his muscled body.

  His very interested muscled body.

  His erection bobs as he steps toward the bed and climbs on, moving up to kiss me.

  I moan as he lightly cups my extra sensitive breasts.

  He breaks the kiss so he can lean back and watch his hands mold my fuller curves.

  I know he loves the bigger breasts and butt that came with having a baby. I can feel it and it leaves no room for any insecurity.

  He kisses his way down to them, rubbing his face against the full curves. Then he sucks on the sensitive undersides and kisses a hot line down the center of my stomach, straight down to where I'm already wet with want for him.

  As he settles between my legs he hums and licks a long line up my center.

  I've never met a man who likes to do this as much as he does.

  I thank my lucky stars every day for it.

  Sliding my fingers into his silky hair, grinding up against that wicked mouth as he quickly has me reaching my first orgasm.

  He knows my body better than I do at this point.

  Sitting up, he slides a caressing hand down my center.

  "Turn over," he orders.

  He helps me flip over to my front, to my knees, my head down and my back arched.

  I moan as he slides in carefully, his hands tilting my hips more so he can get a good angle.

  We both groan as he bottoms out, his hips meeting mine.

  He can get extra deep in this position until I can almost taste him in my throat.

  Then he moves.

  He starts off gentle, a slow slide in and out so I can adjust to his size.

  Then he increases the pace, slowly, until I'm letting out a low noise each time he slides in.

  I push back against him as he reaches under me to play expertly with my clitoris, his hips working in time, rubbing against that spot inside that's almost too sensitive.

  He slides a hand down my back, his breath coming faster now too.

  I make a low noise in the back of my throat, feeling the orgasm building.

  "Yes. Let it come," he urges me, his voice hoarse.

  I cry out as it hits, pushing against him, my body tensing as it runs through me in an intense wave, the external and internal stimulation almost too much.

  He doesn't let up, keeping both going as I ride the sensation, feeling it right down to my toes.

  I feel his own orgasm hit him, his shaft shuddering inside me as he groans, his hand slapping against the stone as he pumps in and out.

  Finally, we're both finished.

  His lowers his torso onto my back, taking us down to the bed. He moves to the side a little, so he doesn't put too much weight on me, but I like his body on mine.

  He kisses my cheek, sliding a gentle hand down my side.

  "I love you, Margot Whelan," he murmurs, the cascade of love coming from him clear through the Paritella.

  "I love you too," I murmur, even though I don't have to.

  He can feel my love for him always.

  Just as I can feel his for me.

  My life is just about perfect.

  Well.

  Except for the lack of indoor plumbing.

  But I'll give that up ten times over if it means I get this.

  Days filled with love, joy, laughter.

  With Elorshin by my side.

  He slides his hand over mine, entwining our fingers.

  Yes. It can't get much better than this.

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  DRAGON’S BABY

  Red Planet Dragons of Tajss

  Book 1

  MIRANDA MARTIN

  & JUNO WELLS

  Blurb

  Not every alien is an enemy, even if he kidnaps you...

  Calista is happy with her life of scientific research. She doesn't need love, she has her books, her friends, and her work. Things are fine until her ship is attacked by space pirates and crash lands on a desert planet with heat so intense she and her friends can't survive without help.

  Ladon is a Zmaj warrior resigned to a life alone, who only desires to protect his treasures. His hopes for a mate faded long ago, yet when he meets Calista something stirs. It takes only one look to know that she belongs to him. He's been alone for so long but she is the ultimate treasure and he will protect her.

  Now there's only the small problem of her living long enough to understand.

  A devastated planet, a mysterious history, space pirates, and threats environmental and alien beset them on all sides. The sexy Zmaj warrior will have to battle the planet's ultimate threat in an epic effort to obtain the one thing he knows Calista needs to survive.

  But will the other humans accept this huge and alien looking dragon warrior? Or will they find him just as big a threat as the rest of the red planet? The future of both their races depends on it.

  Alien Dragon's Baby is a full length scifi novel with a happily ever after ending, plenty of steam, bloody battles and alien-human intrigue. It is standalone and co-written by Miranda Martin and one of the hottest science fiction romance authors out there, Juno Wells.

  CALISTA

  “Who are you?” I ask.

  His head cocks to one side then he opens his mouth and makes a sound that contains a lot of s sounds and a bit of hissing. I shake my head, not understanding, but it’s clear he’s intelligent and has a language. He waits for me to respond then repeats the same sounds again. I shake my head, frustrated.

  “I don’t understand,” I say, motioning with my hands like that will help.

  On board the ship we all spoke Galactic Common. Everyone does, though some old holdouts keep their native language too. No one in the galaxy doesn’t speak Common. Where the hell have we crashed that he doesn’t know it? Vulcan, right, well if only I’d been geek enough to learn to speak Vulcan. He doesn’t look like Spock though and I sure as hell ain’t Captain Kirk.

  He slides closer and as he does my stomach tightens and my pussy grows wet again. He’d been… examining me and he really is quite attractive. It’s wrong though, what the hell am I thinking, getting off on an alien? He pauses as if waiting for me to stop him then he reaches out and touches my thigh. His hand is so cool, a thrill runs along my nerves at his touch. It’s exciting and enticing and so damn wrong. I can’t do this. I pull back but the delay in my action seems to encourage him. He touches both my legs with his hands and traces a path along my thighs down from my knees to the sides of my hips. Electric chills race along to my spine then up to my core as he moves closer to my erogenous zones and moisture slides down my thighs.

  I shudder and he stops, looking into my eyes. He says something but who the hell knows what. This is nuts, insane even, I can’t let this man, this alien do this to me. I can’t but I don’t want him to stop. Desire is a pulsing need in the tight ball of my lower stomach and I want nothing more than to be pleasured. No matter how wrong it is.

  He runs his hands up and down my legs then up across my arms. I�
��m breathing in short gasps, my heart is racing, I shake my head side to side.

  “No,” I whisper. “No.”

  He doesn’t stop. His strong hands grip my knees and push down. I want to resist, I try, but I can’t. My legs straighten out leaving me exposed. I cross my arms over my breasts holding on to some level of modesty. His intense eyes bore into mine then he shifts his attention to between my legs as his fingers trail along my skin. He speaks again, and it ends with a soft hiss. Strong fingers knead the muscles of my calves then up past my knees onto my thighs. My legs part as he moves, almost like they have a will of their own. He’s in control and I can’t stop him. I should, I should want to, but it feels so good as he works up closer and closer to my sex.

  “I can’t,” I protest. “This is wrong.”

  He looks up, pausing and cocking his head to the side. It’s a moment, I can stop this. We may not be able to communicate with words but he seems to get that I’m protesting, and he waits.

  I shake my head side to side but my clit is pulsing with a desperate need I can’t ignore. I don’t say anything else and he moves again. With one hand he uses thumb and forefinger to form an upside down V that pulls my silky folds apart. Slowly, so slowly it drives me mad I watch the index finger of his other massive hand approach. When it reaches my wet silk a shudder rips through me as he drags that finger up through the layers of my sex and then lightly grazes across my clitoris.

  I hear myself moaning and my hips buck forward wanting, needing more. I need to be penetrated. He presses against my clitoris and rubs in a circular motion that is perfect, like an expert playing my body to a symphony of his own creation.

  His hands stop and pull back then he’s stroking my hair, my face, my arms. His touch sends thrills through me as he continues exploring my body. I drop all my defenses giving myself over to his gentle ministrations. I reach out and touch his face which makes him smile. His eyes light up as he runs his hands down my sides to my ass. He grips my waist and lifts me up easily as if I weigh nothing. He moves me to rest on his lap. One of his large hands cups the back of my head while the other roams down across my breasts. He touches my nipples and they both stand erect like small diamonds ready to cut glass.