The Alien Uncovers (Uoria Mates IV Book 3)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  Samira drew her fingers up and down his hard length several times, her arousal rising as she watched his breath deepen and his head fall back against the shelves behind him. Finally, she felt his hand cup behind her head and ease her down so that she could lean forward and run her lips along the head of his cock. Samira wrapped her hand more tightly around the base and parted her lips so that he slipped into her waiting mouth. Ty felt and tasted even more luscious than he looked and Samira moaned, bringing her body forward so that she could draw him deeper across her tongue.

  Ty didn’t hesitate to show her exactly what he wanted. His hand tightened slightly and he guided her gently, rolling his hips slightly in conjunction with the movements until she assumed a smooth, steady rhythm. There was nothing forceful or controlling about the way that he was leading her. Instead the dominance was thrilling, and made Samira want him even more. Ty’s eyes closed and she heard a groan from deep in his chest. She rewarded the sound by adding her hand, stroking him with each long suck so that there was never a part of his engorged cock she wasn't touching. Craving even more of him, Samira increased her intensity and Ty released an even louder groan and pressed his hips closer to her. He thrust his hips more quickly and started to pull away from her, but Samira grabbed his hips and held them tightly to prevent him from moving away from her. He gave in to her insistence and continued to roll his hips as she sucked him until suddenly she felt him tighten and heard him cry out just as he spilled into her mouth. Samira sighed and swallowed luxuriously, letting her tongue glide around him softly to remove every drop of the delectable streams and stroking him slowly to ease him down from his climax.

  Samira straightened and found Ty smiling lazily at her. As soon as their eyes met the intensity returned to his expression and he reached forward to guide her head toward him again and crush his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply but without urgency. He was still recovering from his orgasm and it would take time for his body to be ready for her again, but Samira didn’t need to rush him. She wanted every moment, every delectable second. His mouth moved slowly across hers as he started to rebuild the arousal within his body. She felt Ty's hands move along her body and find the bottom of her shirt. He inched the hem of her shirt up out of her waistband and slipped his hands beneath it so that he could flatten his palms onto the sides of her ribcage. Samira felt his thumbs brush along the underside of her breasts and drew in a breath at the incredible power of just that simple contact.

  The kiss ended and Ty pulled her shirt off over her head, tossing it aside. She mirrored him, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall to join hers on the floor at their feet. His hands returned to the dip of her waist and she felt her skin shiver under the warmth of his skin. Her body eased forward so that her breasts crushed against him. It was a slight taste of what she had been needing, and it only increased the desire that swelled within her chest and belly. She took a step back away from him and released the button on her pants, taking hold of her zipper and guiding it down. Ty’s eyes watched her hungrily and she moved slowly, letting each of her suggestive movements tantalize him further. Finally, she was standing bare in front of him and she saw him stepping out of the pants that had fallen to his knees.

  Samira took another step back so that Ty could see her fully and ran her hands down along her own body. She didn’t move her eyes away from him, wanting to see his reaction to her exploring herself, suggesting to him what he could be doing to her. Her breasts felt full and succulent in her hands and she felt the hardened peak of one nipple beneath her palm. Samira gave a slight squeeze and saw Ty’s nostrils flare slightly. Biting into her bottom lip, Samira ran her fingertips down along the center of her belly until it reached the quivering flesh between her hipbones.

  Her fingers had just dipped into her folds when she saw Ty's hand run down his belly onto his hardening cock. He stroked slowly, watching her cautiously swirl her fingertips into her peak. A shudder of pleasure rolled through her and Samira sighed. Ty was fully hardened again and he reached out to cup her butt with his other hand, squeezing gently. In one swift movement, he turned her around so that her back was to him. His hand moved around to her belly and he pulled her back against him so that Samira could feel the pressure of his erection nudging against her. They turned around until she was facing the shelves.

  Ty’s hand flattened on the middle of her back and guided her forward so that she leaned with her hands gripping one of the shelves and her hips pushed back toward him. The cool air of the room rushed along her hot, wet core, but the vulnerable feeling only increased Samira’s excitement and she pressed her hips back with more insistence. Ty’s hand left her back and she heard him lower to his knees on the floor behind her. An instant later she felt his tongue delve between her thighs. Crying out at the intense feeling, Samira rose up onto her toes. Ty grabbed onto her thighs and eased her legs further apart. His hand slipped between her thighs and flattened in the valley between her hipbones so that he could guide her hips back even more until her back was nearly flat.

  The position opened her to Ty and he took the invitation enthusiastically. His tongue played across her and she sagged forward, feeling her control disappear. She released the shelf with one hand and reached back to bury her fingers in his thick white hair. Her head dropped back, giving herself over completely to the sensations he was creating in her.

  Just as Samira was spiraling toward oblivion, Ty stopped and climbed to his feet. Ty ran his fingernails lightly down her back from her neck to her hips, giving her an unusual, but intoxicating feeling. A moment later she felt him reverse the trail with his tongue. His hands came forward to cup her breasts in his palms, and then one traveled down her stomach to the apex of thighs so that he leaned over her, fully engulfing her with his presence. He applied pressure with his fingertips as he swirled them into her swollen clit. An instant later he was inside her and she was gasping for breath, struggling to control the overwhelming experience as he filled her. The familiarity of him within her was breathtaking and brought tears to her eyes. Though it was not the first time that she cradled him with her body, it was still indescribable to feel as though she was welcoming him, accepting him as their bodies came together to worship each other as they were crafted to do.

  Instead of withdrawing and plunging into her again immediately, Ty pressed close and rolled his hips just enough that his hard length nurtured her while keeping her hips nestled tightly back into him. He leaned forward to cover her body with his and kissed her shoulder tenderly before bringing his lips to the soft place just beneath his ear.

  "Turn around," he whispered in her ear and carefully withdrew from her.

  Samira turned to face him and Ty swept her into his arms. She tucked her hips against his and wrapped her legs around his waist so that she was completely in his hands. Their mouths met again, their tongues tangling as he guided her around and lowered himself to his knees on the floor. He rested her back onto their clothing and then fell forward so that he came down over her. Ty kissed his way down her body until his mouth closed over one breast. Though she would have liked for him to pause there longer, teasing her nipple with his tongue, Samira’s disappointment disappeared as he continued down her body and positioned himself between her legs. He dipped his head and ran his tongue through her folds again.

  He ran his tongue along one side of her core and then the other, seeming to purposely avoid her clit. When he had traced all of her folds, he finally reached her intensely sensitive peak. One flick of the tip of his tongue caused her back to arch and her thighs to tremble. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself much longer when he stopped and rose back up to stare down into her eyes. He groaned deeply as he eased into her again.

  Samira bent her knees so that just the tips of her toes touched the floor, opening herself to him completely. Ty reached down and cupped one hand around her hip, holding her tightly so he could thrust into her faster and harder. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his back and letting the
sounds pour out of her with abandon as they gave themselves over to each other and let their bodies meld and their hearts reach toward one another. Ty tucked his head down into the curve between Samira’s neck and shoulder, further increasing his intensity until she could feel herself climbing toward climax. His sounds deepened into primal grunts that belied his generally gentle, quiet nature. He sped up more until he suddenly slammed into her with one hard, intense thrust. She felt him throb as he filled her, then Ty grunted and drew in a strangled breath.

  Samira cradled him close as he released the tension in his hips and began to slowly roll into her with greater focus. The depth pushed her over the edge so that she crashed around him, and Samira wrapped herself around his body, holding Ty as close as she could as she lifted her hips to meet each of his gentle strokes and rode out her climax. When they were both fully satisfied, Ty guided her back down to lie on the floor and dipped his head. His mouth covered one breast and his tongue lightly traced around the nipple before he moved over to the other to lavish the same passionate, adoring attention. She tenderly licked sweat from his shoulder and wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs to keep their connection as close as possible.

  She didn’t know how long they had been lying there, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of them, but finally they both knew that they had to drag themselves from the blissful peace of one another and return to the reality of what awaited them outside of the chamber. Ty groaned as he pushed away from her and then reached down for her hands. Samira offered them to him and reluctantly let him pull her up off the floor. He gathered her against him for a final kiss before they both reached down for their clothing and started to redress. Samira watched Ty as he guided his pants up, wanting a final glance at his immaculate body before it was concealed away from her again. When he had tied them into place, she relented and pulled her own pants on, leaning back against the shelves for balance as she straightened a cuff that had twisted. She was lowering her foot back to the floor when her hand slipped and hit a box.

  The box tumbled from the edge of the shelf and fell, scattering slim metal files across the floor. Ty crouched down to look at the files as she finished dressing and she noticed a strange look on his face as he glanced at several of them.

  “Did you look at these?” he asked.

  “No,” Samira said, smoothing her hair. “What are they?”

  “They look like the file that Jonah found in the examination room upstairs,” he said.

  “Do they have names on them?” Samira asked, lowering to her knees and reaching for one of the files.

  “Yes,” Ty said. “Etan, Grayson,” he said, stacking the files in front of her as he read off the names. “Brendan, Amelia, Emerie.”

  Samira felt her chest tighten as she looked at the file in her hands and saw the name etched on the front. Her eyes lifted to Ty and she held the file out to him.

  “Rain.”

  Chapter Five

  Ryan hissed as the Valdician finished stitching the long gash along his arm and started wrapping it tightly in a bandage. His body stung and burned with the injuries that he had sustained in the laboratory and each time that one of his servants dressed one, the anger within him increased. This wasn’t the way that this was meant to turn out. This was not how his plan was supposed to unfold. He was supposed to have Pyra in his grasp by now, with Eden and their offspring a bonus, not sitting in his safe house being mended and wondering what his next step should be. The attack by so many of their kind and by creatures that he didn’t even recognize had been unexpected, something that was outside of his control, and Ryan hated to ever feel like he wasn’t in control.

  The only solace that he had as the creature turned to another of his injuries and began to clean it with the stinging, harsh-smelling liquid, was that the hybrids had been released and the battle had begun. The thought of the swarm of hybrids taunting the rogue group, forcing them through the maze that he had created with the locks in the laboratory building, and then ushering them onto the unintended battleground brought a hint of a smile to his lips even through the grimace of pain. The look on the faces of the people on Penthos had made even the wounds and the frustration at the fracturing of his plans worth it, at least for a moment. The shock in Maxim’s eyes when Ryan told him that his father was still alive and the promise of a war on Penthos that they would never be able to win filled him with a sense of vengeance and justice. He had been waiting for so long for this moment to happen, so long to finally bring down Uoria and achieve the goals that his ancestors had had so long ago. Soon he would have all the DNA that he could ever want and would be able to craft an army that no one, not even the mighty Denynso or the mercenaries that fell into step so willingly behind them, would be able to defeat.

  A sound behind him brought Ryan’s attention from the section of the wall where he had been staring, trying to distract himself from the suffering of the stitches and disinfecting wash. Another Valdician had stepped into the room with him and was now standing just inside the door, seeming on edge as if he wanted to be ready to escape the room at an instant’s notice if he needed to. Ryan stared at him expectantly, but the creature didn’t say anything. Nervous sounds came from the recesses of the black hood that he wore, sounding like he was trying to get words out but couldn’t quite form them.

  “What is it?” Ryan finally demanded. “If you came in here when I specifically asked not to be disturbed, you must have something important to say to me, so get it out.”

  The Valdician took a step toward him, then retreated back to the space that he had assumed when he first stepped inside.

  “The battle is over,” he finally said.

  Ryan stood, excitement bringing him to his feet.

  “It is?” he said. “That went faster than I had even anticipated. My hybrid’s training must be…”

  “They were defeated, Sir.”

  Heat burned across Ryan’s face and he felt his hands begin to shake.

  “Excuse me?” he said.

  “The hybrids, Sir. They were defeated. There were very few survivors.”

  “And the rogues?”

  “They were all alive when they left the hallway.”

  “The hallway?” Ryan asked.

  The Valdician took another step back away from him and Ryan knew that he had something else to tell him that would infuriate him even further.

  “Yes,” the Valdician said hesitantly. “The main front hallway of the laboratory.”

  “What do you mean, the main hallway?” Ryan asked. “That is not where the battle should have been fought. How did they get there? The locks should have kept them on the predetermined path and brought them to the meeting room.”

  “They discovered the medical ward.”

  Ryan felt a surge of anger within him. Spots danced in front of his eyes and he felt violent urges rushing through his veins.

  “How did that happen?” he asked.

  “My contact doesn’t know,” the Valdician said. “He could only tell me that the entire group is now in the abandoned wing.” He hesitated for another few moments. “Eden found the breeding facility.”

  Fury burned painfully in Ryan’s belly, threatening to burst out of him. The ancient medical building had been concealed within the laboratory since long before even Ryan was alive, containing the core of the experiments that his family had been carrying on for so long. It was him, however, that revolutionized the space, creating the breeding facilities and outfitting them with the most advanced technology that existed, technology that he developed himself or modified into exactly the purpose he needed so that he could carry through with his experiments without being detected. He didn’t understand how Eden could have uncovered the building that had been forgotten for decades, but even finding the medical ward didn’t explain how she got into the breeding facility. The lock on the door to the facility wasn’t attached to the master controls of the rest of the building and the code to the facility was only known by him.

>   Ryan slammed his fist into the wall, feeling the bones in his hand crunch, but not caring. He was too infuriated to care. His hatred for Eden was reaching a delirious peak and he felt himself losing grip on the control that he had forced himself to maintain when he was within close enough proximity to finally destroy her. He thrashed angrily around the room, knocking items off the shelves and table as he let out roars of anger. Suddenly he noticed that the Valdician who had come into the room to tell him of the battle was still standing in the same place just inside the door.

  “What?” he demanded, taking a long stride toward him. The creature didn’t say anything and Ryan stepped up closer to him. “What?”

  “Eden brought some of the others into the breeding facility with her,” the Valdician said. “Several arrived after you left the laboratory.”

  “Who?” Ryan asked. “Others from Uoria?”

  “Some of them,” the Valdician said. “But there are three who are not any of the species from Uoria. Two are human.”

  “Are they from the settlement?” Ryan asked.

  The Valdician shook his head.

  “My contact says that they do not fit the records of any one from that settlement. They do not seem to have traveled from Uoria with the others.”

  “So where did they come from?” Ryan asked.

  “None of us knows.”

  “You said that there were three who were unaccounted for. What about the third?”

  “That’s the thing,” the Valdician said cautiously. “My contact isn’t sure.”

  “What do you mean he isn’t sure?”

  “The man doesn’t fit with any of his species recognition references, except for one, but it’s impossible.”

  “Why is it impossible?”

  “None of us have ever seen this species before,” he said.

  “There are many species we haven’t seen,” Ryan argued.