by Wells, Juno
As soon as they were inside his dwelling, he set her to her feet and pushed her body up against the door with his. He’d intended to take her to his bed but his patience was limited. Her flowery scent and soft flesh heightened his desire and the sooner he took her, the better.
His hand cupped the back of her neck as the other gripped her against him. Did this human woman feel what she did to him? He hoped so. He would make sure she felt the full extent of his need for her tonight. In the low light of his home, her eyes shone bright, her desire reflected in them too.
“Mine,” he said huskily, and then he kissed her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marissa
Marissa closed her eyes and welcomed the feel of Aizak’s lips on hers. Her body was afire with an arousal so intense that only his touch would be able to calm her. The kiss rapidly turned deeper, fiercer, rougher. His hands travelled up from the back of her neck and into her hair, tugging her head back so he could dominate her mouth with his.
And Marissa let him. She was his, after all. Every single bit of her belonged to this powerful alien man, willingly, shamelessly. She should feel ashamed by this prospect but she didn’t. She was his fated mated he’d said, and by that logic he was hers too. Nothing else could explain the sweet heat in her lower belly that burned hotter when his lips grazed her jawline then her neck, or the way something seemed to sizzle just beneath the surface of her skin as he pushed her dress off her body.
“Perfect,” he said as he eyed her body with a possessive glint in his eyes. He’d seen her naked before but the way he looked at her now made her shiver with excitement. Often, she’d feel self aware of Neil’s gaze on her body, but never with Aizak. He regarded her with a hunger that would have been terrifying had she not been so aroused.
“Aizak,” she moaned when his big hands found her breasts. He kissed her again, swiping his tongue across her lip, demanding access to her mouth. She clung to his shoulders and reached up onto her toes to return his kiss hungrily, whimpering as he fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples.
She ached for him. Wanted him deep inside her as soon as possible. And to let him know how much she needed him, she dropped her hand to grasp him through his pants. He was thick and hard, his size making her hand still momentarily in amazement before she resumed stroking his length. He groaned into her mouth as she touched him, breaking their kiss to nip her neck.
“Gods, woman. I want to be inside you,” he growled. “I want you on me.”
“Please…yes…now,” Marissa begged. Her legs quivered at his words, her inner walls clenching tight in anticipation for what was to come. She was so wet her moisture smeared her inner thighs.
“No. I need to taste you.” He pressed his nose against her skin and inhaled deeply. “You smell good. You will taste even better.”
Holy shit, she could come on his voice alone. As Aizak tilted her back against the door to capture her right breast in his hot mouth, she released another whimper. Her fingers dug deep into his hair, pushing his head closer as he feasted on both of her breasts. His low hum of pleasure as he sucked on her nipples sent a beeline of heat straight between her legs.
Then his hand was moving, caressing her waist, her hip, over her thigh, and found its home between her legs where she needed him most. She cried out at his touch, moaning and trembling as his fingers parted her wet slit.
He raised up to kiss her again and as his tongue pushed into her mouth as did his fingers into her wet channel. Her fingernails dug into the firm flesh of his thick upper arms at the feel of his digits inside her and his mouth over her own muffled her cry of pleasure. She spread her legs wider for him and she felt the stretch of his smile against her lips.
“Very good,” he growled. The slide of his fingers out of her channel and onto her sensitive bud forced her up onto her toes again. He circled her nub, rubbing it with enough pressure bringing her rapidly closer to her finish.
“Oh god…oh god…” Her eyes were squeezed shut and that sweet sensation was getting stronger with each expert rub of his fingers over her clit. She was on the precipice, ready to fall over, ready to be swept away. When she finally did, her mouth opened on a long moan of his name as she shook with the force of her release.
And even as she was recovering from her climax, he hauled her up into his arms and carried her to his room, gently setting her onto the bed. She was constantly amazed by his strength. The way he picked her up and carried her as though she weighed nothing more than the contents of a pillow.
Standing, he began to undo his pants when she rose up onto her knees and undid it for him. In her haste to unveil him, her shaking fingers missed the latch twice and his chuckle made her cheeks burn. Finally the latch opened and he stepped free of the material. Marissa sat back on her haunches, simultaneously admiring and growing fearful of his length and girth. She should have known that a man his size would definitely be large in other areas too. She’d seen him before on that first morning they’d kiss, but the experience felt new.
“What is it?” he asked. “You seem afraid.”
“You’re really…big.” She couldn’t resist the urge to grip him, pumping his hard, hot, velvety flesh. She gazed up at him, shaking her head at his smirk. Even on an alien planet, telling a man of a different species he was packing left them with an ego boost.
“Your body was made for me,” he said as he climbed onto the bed and pushed her back to lie on it. “And I was made for you.”
He pressed her into the bed and kissed her, then trailed soft kisses in a line down her front, fondling her breasts along the way. Without preamble, he spread her legs open wide and her wet core was presented to him like a gift which he took happily, greedily, his hot mouth making her cry out.
His tongue parted her much the way his fingers had done. Wet and slippery, it eked out her pleasure from the bundle of nerves nested between her folds. He lapped at her, sucked her, each sweet press of the damp heat of his mouth against her flesh forcing moans from her lips. She sifted her fingers through his hair, pushing him as close as possible as the familiar tension built in her again. He pushed his fingers inside her, turning his wrist so his fingers found her sweet spot. Her walls gripped him desperately as he fucked her with his digits.
“Aizak…Aizak…” she gasped when she was finally carried away by a second and much more powerful sweep of pleasure. She trembled beneath him as she convulsed around his fingers. She was blown away by her orgasm and by how quickly her body responded to his ministrations. As he rose up to kiss her, she kissed him back greedily, tasting herself on his tongue.
“The sounds you make when I touch you…” He pressed his forehead against hers, their lips barely touching. His silver eyes regarded her with adoration and arousal. “I want to hear more from you. Always.”
“That won’t be a problem if you keep touching me like that,” she sighed. Then she squirmed beneath him, feeling the heat and weight of his length against her skin. All the things he done and made her feel was amazing, but she was still desperate, still greedy for the main event. “Please, Aizak. I need you in me now. Please…”
“Yes.” His smile was slow and sexy and made her even wetter. Settling between her legs, he eased forward so the head of his cock pressed up against her wet entrance. Then he pushed inside her, his girth stretching her to the point of mild discomfort. Holy fucking shit, he was huge. Marissa twisted her fingers into the sheet as she waited for her body to be acclimated to the breach.
He groaned and nuzzled her neck and Marissa held him to her as he began to move. With each thrust, she grew accustomed to him and instead of feeling like he was on the verge of splitting her in two, she felt pleasantly full.
He increased his pace and it was exactly what she’d needed from him all along. Pushing her hands above her head, Aizak held her down and drove into her mercilessly. His mouth claimed hers fiercely, then he was biting her neck, and when she arched her body to meet his thrusts, his greedy mouth found the tops of her
breasts and sucked on them.
She’d never been taken with such raw, primal force and as he pounded into her, she felt her climax speeding toward her with all the power of a steam engine. He released her hands and she flung them around his neck and used his powerful body to ground as her orgasm threatened to blow her away. Intense heat spread throughout her body and it was as if the sound of the music and laughter from outside was far away.
She moaned his name, squeezing him to her tight. She heard him groan as her walls constricted around him and milked him of his own release. The feel of him twitching inside her as he came increased her pleasure, prolonging her shivers.
Entirely spent, Aizak rolled off of her, pulling her against him. Cupping his face in her hands, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He watched her intently and she grew shy beneath his gaze. Which was absurd considering the things he’d already seen and done to her only a moment ago.
“What?” she asked.
“You will leave.”
She drew back, trying to subdue the hurt that blossomed in her chest. “You want me to leave?”
“No.” He squeezed her possessively. “Never. But you will try to leave when the human man comes for you.”
She bit her lip as her thoughts spiralled with possibilities. Since her parents had passed away, she’d searched for a family to call home. The foster care system had not been kind to her, but she’d still persisted with the hope of finding someone to call hers. She’d grown to consider Dr. Hausten as a sort of father figure, but accidentally or not, he had provided her with what she really sought: Aizak. Would she leave should Dr. Hausten ever turn up intending to take her back to Earth?
“No,” she said quietly. As she met his gaze, she saw the uncertainty leave his eyes and triumph and love take its place. Her own heart warmed with love for him too. This alien man. Ekali warrior. Her fated mate.
“No,” she said again and she kissed him. “I have nowhere else to be than right here with you.”
EPILOGUE
Marissa
Marissa made a face at the twisted pieces of wood fitted together awkwardly. Give an Ekali warrior a sword and he’d bring you the heads of your enemies. Tell him to make you a crib, however, and you got a contraption likely to kill your baby the instant it made a slight movement.
“What is it?” Aizak frowned at her. “It is not to your liking?”
“Erm…not really.” Her hand fell to her round stomach as though to shield her unborn baby’s eyes from its father’s poor attempt at carpentry. “It’s supposed to be a lot more rectangular and a lot less…pointy.”
Sat on a large stone nearby sharpening his swords, Dyen laughed as he hopped to his feet.
“Niisa, fear not. I will make you something far more superior,” he said as he approached them.
Marissa smiled at him. Ever since the Oidien killing over a year ago, Dyen’s attitude toward her had changed. At first, he was still reserved, clearly harbouring a belief that a human was not fit to be an Ekali’s mate, but Marissa had wore him down. Now he was as protective of her as if she were his own flesh and blood.
“No,” said Aizak, scowling. “I will make another one. A better one.”
Dyen pointed at the first two sad attempts leaned up against their dwelling. “Just as you said before, brother. I am more capable. Niisa will see.”
“What if you both worked on it?” Marissa piped up, but she realized it was a lost cause because Aizak’s face had taken on that familiar look of stubbornness. Once those two got in an argument about who was better at whom over what, it was hopeless trying to get in a word edgewise.
Marissa shook her head and turned away from them. Those two were going to be at it a while so might as well make the best of it with a nice midday bath then afternoon rest. Perhaps Danaii would have made the sweet cakes she liked and couldn’t seem to get enough of these days.
She was about to step through the door when a sudden loud pop startled her. She spun around to face the sound and her shock was renewed at the sight of the familiar face.
“Dr. Hausten!”
Dr. Hausten turned to look at her, his white, bushy eyebrows climbing his forehead at the sight of her.
“Miss Kenley! What a pleasant surprise.” He approached her and his bright blue eyes widened again at the sight of her large, rounded belly. “And you’re with child. How remarkable!”
“What’s remarkable is that you’re here,” said Marissa.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, my dear,” he said with a chuckle. “This is a planned visit, I would think. I came to see how you were faring.”
Marissa nearly choked on the many questions immediately demanding voice. “What? You knew I was here all along?”
He nodded, his white flyaway hair even wilder than when she’d seen him last. “Of course. It was I who left you the watch after all.” He looked at Aizak who approached them, while Dyen stood back, watching. “It pleases me you are doing well beyond my expectations. Greetings, Nii Aizak!”
“Doctor,” greeted Aizak as he held her to his side possessively. “What brings you to us?”
Dr. Hausten smiled. “I came to see if you liked my gift.”
“Gift?” Marissa squawked, indignation rising hot in her chest. “You tricked me into touching that damn watch so I could be Aizak’s gift?”
“Oh no, my darling girl. I had not intended it as a trick.” He regarded her with an apologetic look. “Nii Aizak was my gift to you, too. You often complained so bitterly about that young man, Noel.”
“Neil,” she said, her voice softer now.
“Yes, Neil.” He tapped the side of his forehead twice, a quirk of his she remembered when he was trying to save new information. “You wanted better. You wanted a family. And you worked so hard that I felt you deserved nothing less than the Ekali people. And Aizak was kind to me, saved me from being the dinner of a monstrous creature and welcomed me whenever I visited.” He eyed her stomach again and a smug grin came over his face. “And I see that my gift was of good use. Are you the father of the babe, Nii Aizak?”
“Yes,” said Aizak proudly, further solidifying the statement by planting his hand on Marissa’s stomach. She blushed and glanced up at the handsome alien warrior.
Dr. Hausten nodded. “Good. Very good. I will take my leave now knowing that all has turned out well.”
Marissa noted the relief in Aizak’s eyes with amusement. Clearly he’d thought Dr. Hausten had intended to take her back to Earth. Would he have fought Dr. Hausten if that were the case? A definite yes and poor Dr. Hausten would have died horribly if he’d tried.
“I suppose I’m not too upset by your matchmaking, Dr. Hausten,” said Marissa. “But maybe next time you should warn a girl first.”
“Perhaps,” he said with a cryptic smile and with another loud pop, he disappeared.
Marissa shook her head. That man would never be normal and she supposed that was alright. Whatever indignation she’d felt for his intentional meddling was washed away when she looked up at Aizak. The deep love she held for him filled her heart and as if he sensed it inside her, he bent to kiss her.
She could have left with Dr. Hausten. She could have even asked him how to return to Earth. But she’d done none of those things because she had absolutely no desire to leave Aizak’s side.
“Mine,” Aizak said against her lips and the heat of his touch awakened her desire for him. She was his. Always and forever. His fated mate.
“Yours.”
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Preview: Trouble
Drennan surveyed the room, a bitter sense of satisfaction filling his veins at the sight of the eight crumpled bodies on the floor. Two of them still moved, moaning as they did so. The other six were decidedly unconscious. If not worse. In Drennan's books, a double-crosser deserved the full extent of his righteous indignation.
Wiping away the sweat threatening to sting his eyes, Drennan moved to the two sets of cases still lying atop the table. Unlike the eight beaten up individuals, Drennan was an honest man. A fair trade was fair. He delivered goods and he got paid for his service. A fair trade was not fair if, instead of being paid for his delivery, he got jumped by eight Stoath pigs.
Scowling at one of the barely conscious men, he took only the case that contained his payment and left the other as he marched out of the room.
Outside, the harsh heat pressed uncomfortably against his sweaty skin. Stoath was the closest planet in the Union to the sun and only its residents had built up a resistance to the fierce heat. Clouds of dust puffed around his dirty boots as he shuffled to where his bike was poorly concealed amidst the sparse desert shrubbery. His knuckles felt as though they were on fire and more than a few parts of him hurt.
Wincing, he raised the bike seat and grabbed the medical kit from the hidden storage space. Uncorking the tube of pain relief solution, he drank it in one swallow and exhaled in relief when his various aches ebbed. When he got back to his ship, he would have to undergo the full diagnostics in the pod again so his body could be healed. Drennan grimaced at the thought. Not only did he despise the after effects of the healing pod, he hoped the ship's medicinal tanks weren't completed depleted as yet.
His stomach rumbled noisily as he climbed onto the bike. He always got famished after a good fight.
