“This is definitely better than the sushi I had in Alabama,” she said, the delight evident in her voice.
They sat at the table, and Loretta grasped a pair of chopsticks, dishing up pieces of sashimi and rolls to put on her plate. Munching on salmon and tempura, she let out little groans of pleasure. Each time she made the sound, Mylash looked at her as if he could barely contain himself. He joined in the feast and after about a half an hour they were both completely stuffed and satisfied.
“That was definitely better than the sushi I had in Alabama,” she said, laughing.
“I must admit, this human food was quite good. I would like to have it again some time.”
“Me too.”
“Are you now ready to commence the mating?” he said, his voice full of urgency.
“Um… Maybe?”
Loretta hadn’t had sex in almost three years. When she entered the MBA program, she simply did not have time for boyfriends between her studies, work, and her family. The idea of getting it on with a seven foot tall man with a bull-sized package was not something she was ready to jump blindly into.
“When we mate, you must allow me to spill my seed inside your womb.”
“What? You never told me about that before.” Coming inside her had never been part of the discussion.
“I apologize. I was eager to begin our mating and neglected to tell you that this is a necessity.”
“What? If I don’t let you come inside me, the deal is off?”
“I must spill my seed on you or inside of you. It is necessary.”
“Oh my God. Could this day get any more strange?” She felt herself beginning to crack. If he came inside her and got her pregnant, where would she be then?
“Do you agree?”
Tears began to stream down her face and she couldn’t keep them under control. She stood from the table and ran to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Inside she found a beautiful king-size bed with a fluffy, comfortable looking comforter spread over it. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and she needed a tissue to dry her face. She found the gleaming marble bathroom and pulled a wad of toilet paper from the roll to dry her eyes. Once her eyes were dry, she looked around the room and found a huge bathtub with jets along the sides.
It looked so utterly inviting she let out a deep sigh. She’d traveled all the way from Alabama that morning, had a job interview, was taken hostage, and now was the mate of an alien. She really needed to relax.
Not thinking of anything else except finding some kind of comfort in the situation, she turned the hot water on and let the bathtub fill. There were sweet smelling oils and powders sitting beside the tub, and she poured lavender and rose scented bath oil into the water. The fragrance filled the room and calmed her nerves as the water bubbled to the top.
Mylash rapped his knuckles on the door and then opened it. “Are you all right?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m going to take a bath to try to relax and gather my thoughts. When I’m done we can talk more about the conditions of our mating. Okay?” Her voice shook as she spoke. Mylash nodded his head once and turned to walk away.
He was intimidating and an alien, but Mylash was as cooperative as could be expected under the circumstances. She didn’t understand Draconian culture. From what Mylash had already told her, finding his mate was torturing him. The only relief he would find would be in making love to her and claiming her as his bride.
For a man who had a dragon inside his skull screaming at him, he was being extraordinarily patient with a tiny human woman he could overpower without a second thought. She definitely appreciated that fact. Just in case though, she flipped the lock on the door before peeling out of her clothes.
She’d agreed to have sex with him, but she wanted to do it on her own terms and on her own time. Dipping her foot into the water, she tested the temperature. It was just right, so she sank the rest of the way into the tub, letting out a deep sigh. Every nerve and muscle in her body screamed as it began to relax. She let out a little whimper, realizing how tense she’d been.
Loretta sat in the tub for a long time until her skin began to prune. Feeling more relaxed, she got out of the tub and pulled on a bathrobe. She unlocked the door and slowly stepped into the bedroom. Mylash sat on the bed, waiting patiently there for her. He looked up at her when she stepped into the room, his eyes piercing her with his need. She walked toward him, not sure what to do next.
He grasped the collar of her bathrobe as she stood in front of him, staring into his intensely blue eyes. He pulled the robe open and it dropped over her shoulders, revealing her breasts. His eyes grazed over her dark skin, causing her nipples to prick under his scrutinizing gaze. He held her bathrobe open and took her in, all her curvy flesh on display.
Loretta was a voluptuous woman. A lot of men liked her body. Then again, a lot of men didn’t. They’d been conditioned to only like super-skinny, pale-skinned supermodels. Loretta definitely wasn’t that.
Mylash shivered visibly and looked up into her eyes. “The commander was right. Human women are beautiful.”
“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice soft and distant. All he did was shake his head in the affirmative. He reached up and caressed her waist, sliding over her damp skin. He cupped one breast and then the other, squeezing them until he brought her nipples between his fingers and gave them the slightest pinch.
Loretta let out an involuntary moan as her body responded to his touch. She could feel the desire pumping between her legs as her body moistened for Mylash.
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said in a low voice.
Mylash growled and gripped her waist. He moved her swiftly onto the bed before she even knew what was happening. Her bathrobe draped around her and her legs were spread as he crouched between them. Her nipples went tight as little iron divots as he consumed her with his eyes. She flicked her tongue over her lips. Mylash hit a button on his uniform, and he was naked, his massive erection open to the air. Loretta glanced at it. It was just as imposing as she had originally expected, maybe even more so.
“Are you ready?” he asked her in a low growl.
She bit her lip and shook her head yes. She didn’t know what else to say or do. Was she ready? She didn’t really know. Mylash had been good to her. She’d agreed to come here. Loretta had always had the motto: no time like the present.
He bent down to her and pressed his full lips against hers, flicking his tongue into her mouth. The gush of liquid desire that washed over her body filled her with hot need, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They kissed passionately until he broke away and ran kisses over her neck and down her chest. He gathered a nipple into his mouth and sucked, stoking the tempest already raging in her core.
Mylash traveled lower, kissing her fevered skin. Loretta’s churning mind couldn’t make sense of the tsunami of desire she felt for this man who was little more than a stranger. When he reached the heat between her legs and licked his raspy tongue up her slit, her mind went blank. All that was left was Mylash and the deep need he created inside her. Wet pressure pressed down from within, swelling her clit painfully.
His tongue found her sweet ache, and she clutched at his hair. Moaning out her arousal, Loretta pushed against Mylash’s tongue. “Yes,” she whimpered. Her climax spiraled toward her, growing more brilliant when Mylash pressed two fingers against her opening. “Oh God,” she called out, biting her lip. He sucked her mount into his mouth and thrust his fingers deeper inside her.
On the cusp of release, Mylash lifted his mouth from her blossoming heat. “This pleases you, my mate,” he whispered, his voice deeply sensuous. “I wish to pleasure you all night long.” His fingers caressed inside her, caressing the tantalizing pressure within.
“Oh,” she gasped, ready to explode.
He purred against her pussy, blowing fire-heated breath over her inflamed need. She sucked a loud gasp and her body clenched. Spa
sms of pleasure quaked inside her core and sent shock waves through her veins. She lifted up on her elbows, barely able to withstand the sharp explosion radiating from her most secret place.
She ran her hand over Mylash’s hair, looking at his face. His lips glistened with her sex and he leaned in to kiss her, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She felt his hard shaft over her softness, pressing through her folds. He lay over her tingling clit and she clung to him.
His bright eyes shone down on her and she gazed up at him, holding him tight against her body.
Getting off the bus that morning, she never would have imagined falling into bed with a Draconian, but here she was now with Mylash. Feelings stirred for him, quivering in her heart. She ran her hand up to his cheek and caressed the smooth skin, the slight green cast glistening in the afternoon light from the window.
Her eyes grew wide and she bit her lip. He wanted to come inside her. Should she let him? She didn’t know. She couldn’t think. It was all so sudden, but so right. She’d told herself she was doing it for the money, but now it was so much more. The smell of his skin washed over her, and she couldn’t get enough.
An insistent beeping filled the room, and Mylash stopped. He swore in Draconian and pulled back.
“What is it?” she gasped, grasping for him.
“My Commander,” he grumbled. He stood, flicked a spot at his neck and his uniform slid back over his skin. He slid two fingers up his wrist and walked out of the room. Loretta lay on the bed, panting, light headed, wondering what had just happened.
Chapter 9
“Commander Or, what do you need?” Mylash said, standing in the kitchen. They could see each other through the camera in the wrist of his suit.
“Where are you, General Shin? Why aren’t you in meetings with the humans?”
“I am in meetings with the humans,” Mylash said.
“I have information, Shin. I don’t want to pull rank with you on this, but I know you have a woman in an apartment in New York. A lot has changed around here since the technology leak, and we keep tight tabs on everything that happens within the armada. That includes you and your commandos.”
“Commander Or, let me explain.”
“I’m listening.”
“I met a woman at the sight of the first bombing. She was among the hostages. When my eyes met hers, my inner dragon leapt forth within me and proclaimed her my mate. The mating impulse is already upon me. But this woman, she was not part of the lottery. I took her to the consulate and tested her DNA against mine. We are a match. True mates. I offered her money. A place to stay off the ship. Anything to get her to agree to mate with me.”
“Has she agreed yet?”
“She has agreed to take my seed.”
“Hmm. Good. That is a start. She will warm to you after.”
“A true mate will always come to you after that.”
“This is an unusual situation, but you should have come to me first. We expect brides to come to the ship to protect Draconian males from the ravages of the mating impulse. But we cannot force the human to come to the ship against her will. Not when we want to attempt to teach the humans a better way of life. You need to bring her around, and I am willing to make accommodations. We will keep this quiet for now. Later, it may be necessary to reassess how we protect our brides and our males.”
“Thank you, Commander Or.”
“Good luck. Enjoy you new bride.”
Mylash swept two fingers down his wrist and Commander Or disappeared from sight. He growled and smoke puffed from his mouth. He had broken the rules of the mating armada, but he hadn’t had a choice. He’d had to work fast in order not to lose his woman. Satisfied that his Commander accepted his explanation, Mylash strode into the bedroom to pick up where he’d left off with his bride.
Loretta had crawled under the blankets, and her wavy black hair spilled over the white pillow. He moved to her and swept the smooth skin of the back of his hand over her temple and cheek. Mylash expected her to open her eyes and gaze up at him with the fire he’d seen in her before. Just the thought of the look on her face when she’d come under his tongue made him hard.
His mate was as brilliant as a supernova and as revitalizing as a newborn star. He wanted to plumb the depths of her psyche, understand who she really was at the very core. Mylash longed to be inside her, to spill his hot seed deep in her womb and sink his teeth into her neck to make her his.
Loretta’s eyes fluttered but did not open as she curled up tighter and took a deep breath. She was surely asleep. She was still naked under the covers, and it would be so easy to take her in her sleep. It would be so easy to spread his seed over her skin so that she could begin to come under the spell of her mate’s pheromones.
For all his drive toward his goal, all his vicious tenacity on the battlefield, he knew that his woman must sleep now. She’d been through a great trauma today and was surely exhausted. She’d already given him so much of herself. He couldn’t ask for more.
The dragon inside his mind disagreed. He roared and twisted at the base of Mylash’s skull. The pain of scraping and screaming shot against the back of his eye, and it twitched. He growled and walked out into the living room, finding himself a place to lie alone for the night. Tomorrow, he would find his way inside his woman.
Chapter 10
Loretta awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the luxurious bedroom where she’d slept. She leaned up on her elbow, looking around. She didn’t remember falling asleep the night before and wondered what had happened with Mylash. She slid from the bed, realizing that she was still naked under the sheets. Her face grew flushed and she imagined Mylash leaving her naked in the bed to sleep with his dragon raging inside his mind.
She padded across the room and grabbed a silk robe that lay across an antique trunk that looked like it cost more than her grandmother’s house. She threw it over her shoulders and slid into a pair of soft slippers. She walked through the living room and into the kitchen where she found Mylash busily cooking. Frying pans and bowls were scattered over the stove and counters.
“Where did you learn to cook human food?” she asked.
“I watched a video on the Internet about how to cook the most popular breakfast.”
She stepped over to the stove where he stood and peered down at his frying pans of eggs and bacon and hash browns. Her stomach rumbled, and she slid her arm around his waist. He looked down at her with a satisfied expression and turned the heat off the food.
“It’s ready.”
He slid the food onto two plates and set them at the kitchen counter beside a picture of fresh squeezed orange juice. They slid into the padded, high-back stools, and Loretta dug in to her perfect looking breakfast. The first bite was heavenly and exactly what she needed after a long day like yesterday.
Loretta was a girl who liked to eat. Before she’d lost her mom and dad, and before the Draconians had come and screwed up the economy, Loretta’s family had been happy and abundant. Every Sunday after church, her grandma would come over to her mom and dad’s house and they would cook all kinds of food popular in Alabama. Those were some of her happiest memories and certainly something that had attributed to the development of her generous curves.
“This is delicious. You did really well for your first time.”
“I think I did something else pretty well for my first time last night,” he said before shoving a bite of eggs in his mouth.
“What are you talking about? Last night wasn’t your first time was it?” she asked. She was twenty-six years old and had a few lovers in her past. Nothing to write home about, but it had happened. A man like Mylash, who looked like a cross between a professional athlete and a mythological God, certainly would’ve had his choice of lovers.
“There are few women on Draconia. Many of the males on the ship have only ever seen their mothers. The last generation of Draconians had only fifteen percent females.”
“It’s just hard for me to believe
that a guy like you never… But I guess it makes sense.”
“You seemed to have enjoyed what I did to your sweet sex.”
Loretta’s face grew hot, and she looked down at her plate, remembering the night before. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life, even better than her fantasies. Her body tingled in anticipation of what was to come.
“I did enjoy it,” she whispered, sucking her lip into her mouth after she spoke. She pushed the hash browns around on her plate, her blood racing too hot to have any further appetite for food.
“We were unable to complete the process last night,” Mylash said matter-of-factly. “I wish to begin again.”
Loretta sucked a breath through her teeth and hopped out of the stool, landing on her slippers on the tile floor. Suddenly full of trepidation, she backed away towards the exit.
“I think I need to bathe first,” she said, trying to think of an excuse and give herself time to get the courage up to lie underneath him again and to feel his thick member pressed against her tight opening.
“I will bathe with you,” he said, standing.
“Okay…”
He followed her to the bathroom, and she could feel his sharp presence behind her every step of the way. Her body buzzed with anxiety and desire, each contradictory emotion heightening the other into a frenzy in her heart and mind.
She turned on the shower, wanting to be able to stand at a distance from Mylash as she washed herself. She dropped the bathrobe off of her body and stepped into the wide stone tile shower with the rainwater head and multiple body sprayers throughout the large space. It was like being in a high-end spa. She stood there for a moment with her eyes closed, feeling the pleasure of the spray on her skin and scalp.
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