Elation rises and I’m walking on air as we head to see the baby. The big Zmaj falls in next to me and my heart pitter-patters. I keep glancing over at him but he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to me. Except when I adjust my direction he matches me and is keeping pace with my much shorter legs. Is he?
No…
Can’t be…
Shaking my head and focusing, we enter the birthing area. Amara is lying on the bed, hair plastered to her head and pale but there’s a beautiful glow to her face that I’ve only ever seen on a new mother. It’s unique, special, and something I might never experience.
Lying on her chest, suckling at her breast, is the baby.
He already has dark hair, thin but covering his entire head. His scales are green and yellow tinted as he lays curled on his mother.
“Everything is fine,” Calista says to Amara, looking at a read out on a monitor.
The equipment we salvaged from the ship is still functioning well, making the birthing process much easier. I don’t care that we’re biologically designed to give birth without all the bells and whistles. I don’t think biology took into consideration the cross breeding of the much larger Zmaj males and our smaller human female frames.
The baby on Amara’s chest, for all he looks small now, must still be over twelve pounds. A huge baby by human standards, though I’m sure the Zmaj think he’s ridiculously tiny.
Shidan leans over Amara, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair. His scales are tinged with a deep green, a shade and color I’ve never seen on a Zmaj before. Somehow it makes me think of pride.
“Thanks,” Amara says, in an uncharacteristic moment of kindness.
The baby breaks away from her breast, turns his small head and looks around. Rosalind walks over to Amara and Visidion follows. An expansive sensation makes my chest feel like it might explode. The huge Zmaj moves closer to me so I look up. He’s staring at the baby and looks so sad. Somehow that makes him even more desirable.
Great, not what I need.
“May I?” Rosalind asks.
“Sure,” Amara says, raising the baby.
Rosalind cuddles the newborn in her arms, cooing to him. She’s glowing too and now tears are welling in my eyes. Blinking hard I push them aside but I can’t stop the tingling sensation through my limbs.
Hope.
Life here on Tajss may be hard but there’s still hope. Hope of a brighter future for everyone.
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Red Hot Preview: A Baby For The Alien Prince
Celestial Mates
MIRANDA MARTIN
Blurb
Take a Human female as a mate on the off chance of saving his race? Absurd.
At least that's what Prince Elorshin Do'ana thinks. It's true, the Alvan race is dying. There have been no new births in years and if they don't do something, their entire race is doomed. However, Elorshin doesn't want to bind himself to a mate that can't fully share in the fated bond that all Alvan crave. Forced into a marriage by a House more powerful than his own, Prince Elorshin doesn't think he will ever know happiness, that is until he meets his bright, luscious bride.
Margot Whelan wants two things, one of which she will never have. Love and a baby. The second can't happen, not as long as she's on Earth. Population control is too strict. When she sees an advertisement for the Celestial Mates Dating Agency she decides to take the chance. After all, what future does she have on an overpopulated Earth? She agrees to marry the hot, seven foot tall, indigo alien with sparkling emerald eyes and oddly sexy fangs.
He struggles with the war between what his body craves and what his heart needs. Somehow, Margot must get past the language barrier and forge the connection Elorshin so desperately desires. A love that Houses will go to war for.
A Baby for the Alien Prince is a stand alone novel in the Celestial Mates Shared Universe. It is a science fiction romance story with a stubborn alien and an equally stubborn human female, plenty of action-packed adventure, and hot, steamy alien romance!
ELORSHIN
I stalk toward Margot, furious that she would demean herself in such a way.
A Princess should never have to dirty her hands with manual labor. It is unbecoming to her position, to me, and to House Do'ana.
Her eyes widen as I close the distance between us.
Even in my anger, I note the deep brown of the gown she is wearing and how well it compliments her coloring and the dangerous curves of her body.
Curves I want to mold with my hands.
"Leave us!" I bark out as I reach my tiny mate. I stay in place in front of her as everyone leaves the room. "Why are you cleaning?"
She shakes her head, frowning in confusion.
I know she cannot understand me, but I say it anyway.
"You are not a servant here! Cleaning and working are not your duties!" I say, my voice low with frustration.
She frowns and says something back in a sharp tone, not at all apologetic.
I feel my anger surge again.
She does not yet know our ways, and yet she argues with me?
My eyes narrow.
And then she takes a firm hold of my cock. Her soft, small hand closing around me.
I blink at her, stupefied by this development.
What tactic is this?
"What are you doing?" I demand.
She says something else in a low voice, raising her chin in defiance.
I feel myself harden even more in her hand until I am fully, undeniably erect.
My lust, anger, and frustration collide together in a volatile mixture.
With a growl, I crowd her back into a nearby alcove and pick her up, setting her on the ledge.
She has driven me too far.
Now she will pay the price.
I will not stop until she is writhing with pleasure upon my tongue, until she is gasping with the intensity of the climax I intend to give her.
Until she forgets why she is defying me at all, her body putty in my hands.
I want her taste to coat my tongue, want to feel her legs tremble and her body arch, unable to control herself as I do what I want with her, until I drive her to the brink.
My cock throbs, almost painfully, against the now taut fabric of my trousers.
Her eyes are wide as she watches me and I know she worries what I may do.
Perhaps she should worry.
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