So we all got in the car. In one piece. And set out across the desert.
Again.
I guess miracles did happen.
Chapter Twenty-Five
"So you lived in that city dome your whole life?" Cinira sounded completely aghast at the thought.
"Yes," I confirmed. "It wasn't that bad. I had access to the sun when I needed it and I make a living."
"With a carrier service," she repeated.
"Yes."
She sighed.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said quickly. "It's just...so...phoenix of you."
I raised a brow and glanced over at her. "I'm technically more phoenix than dragon if I understand correctly."
She waved that away. "Your grandfather was mostly human, but he did have some dragon in him." She sighed. "I'll tell you about him some other time. Not that it matters, really," she added as we passed the phoenix boundary. I breathed a silent sigh of relief and brought the car to a stop as a familiar shadow passed overhead. I opened the door to wait.
"You'll be living with me now, of course," Cinira said as we sat there.
I turned to look at her. "Um..."
"She's not staying with you, Cinira."
I turned at Ashur's irritated voice to find him glaring at Cinira even as he leaned down to give me a kiss. His eyes turned to scan me and then Omari in the back.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, we're fine," I reassured him.
He closed his eyes and leaned his face against my neck, his big body shuddering a little. I rubbed my hand down his back, sliding my other one into his hair.
"Only because I received a message from an informant and was able to get here in time," Cinira pointed out. "So you and Omari should obviously stay with me. I can keep you safe."
Ashur raised his head and narrowed his eyes. "Be careful," he growled.
Though he didn't seem particularly surprised to see Cinira. Had he known?
"Did you know we were related?" I demanded.
His face closed off. "I wasn't sure," he hedged. When I glared at him, he relented a little. "There is a slight similarity in your scents."
"And you thought to keep this from me because...?"
"Because he likely wanted to get into your pants," Cinira remarked, obviously enjoying the discord between us.
Ashur raised a brow at that.
"Both of you can relax," I said irritably. "I'm not living with either of you. I'm going back to the city dome. You know—where my business is? Where my entire life is?"
Cinira and Ashur both broke their staring contest to look at me like I was crazy.
"Why the hell would you go back there?" Ashur finally said in an incredulous tone.
"Because I need to make a living and I have a client base there," I explained patiently. "Now I have Omari so it's even more important that I have a steady source of income."
Ashur looked back at Omari. "Omari, don't you want to live with me?" he asked with a smile.
"Ashur, stop it," I warned. "And get in the car. I want to be farther from this place if we really need to argue about this."
That must have been a reasonable argument for him. He nodded and caught the sweatpants I threw at him. He slipped them on, got into the back seat, and I started driving again.
There was silence for a bit.
Blessed silence.
Cinira broke it.
I thought I'd have to break up another fight—I mean, she did lead an attack on Ashur's skein. Which ended up with me being badly burned. I probably had good reason to be angry, come to think of it. But I needed to hold on to that card for when it really counted.
But Cinira surprised me.
"I want to apologize," she said stiffly, turning in her seat to look at Ashur. "I thought you gold bas—" she stopped, sliding a glance at Omari who was watching her curiously. "I thought your skein was involved in my daughter's disappearance. Mia's existence obviously changes everything."
A pause.
"I understand the rationale. But you really know how to hold a grudge," Ashur finally said.
Grudgingly. But he didn't throw the apology back in her face. I'd take it.
And Cinira seemed to feel the same.
"It's one of my many talents," Cinira agreed, turning back to face the front. "Now, Mia. You should at least come see my stronghold. A visit will help you make an informed decision..."
I listened with half an ear as Cinira started listing all the positives about her stronghold.
When I glanced in the rearview mirror, it was to see Ashur talking quietly to Omari. Probably trying to convince him to harangue me into staying, no doubt. But Omari looked much more relaxed and happy now, so I let it slide.
Ashur looked up to meet my eyes. And he smiled.
My heart fluttered. It actually fluttered, like a schoolgirl in a bad teen movie. In my defense he looked even more gorgeous when he smiled. I shook my head at myself.
I was driving away from my sociopath father's palace. With my grandmother and my lover, who were apparently very old enemies. And with my half-brother who wasn't old enough yet to tie his shoes properly.
A lot had happened.
And there was a lot to still iron out.
I needed a nap.
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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.
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.
His fingers glide across my stomach and down between my legs. I’m wet and ready as he plows through my folds. When he slides across my clitoris, I cry out in surprise and joy unable to contain the thrill that pushes me over the edge then he buries the tip of his finger inside me while keeping pressure on my clit.
He moves his finger back and forth creating a rubbing pressure on my sensitive nub while giving me the full sensation inside. It’s amazing and I move my hips in time letting him have his way with me. I need this, I need to get off, clear my head and then I’ll be able to think.
“Yes!” I cry out rocking.
He says something back. I bury my face into the glorious coolness of his neck and only then do I see the backside of him. The first thing I notice is he has wings. They’re folded against his back and don’t look like they’re big enough to let him fly but probably would allow him to glide. The second thing I see is his tail. Its standing stiffly out from his back shifting side to side almost like a rattlesnake. It vibrates in time with the motion of his hand inside me and for some reason seeing that drives me right over the edge. My body stiffens, stars explode in my vision, and I buck up against him hard, my hands gripping his shoulders tight.
“AH!” I cry out as the orgasm rips through me.
He holds me tight against him as it passes and I’m left panting and sweating in his arms. I hold him until my breath and heartbeat slow to something resembling normal then I sit up, feeling awkward that I just got off with an alien that I can’t even speak to. He lifts me up and sets me back down on the ground then rises on to his knees. He’s wearing something that mostly resembles a kilt which makes me giggle.
“You’re like an alien dragon Highlander,” I say in my best Sean Connery accent. Not that he’s going to appreciate the humor.
He cocks his head to the side then shakes it, clearly indicating he doesn’t get it. I smile and shrug then he pulls the kilt aside and from between his legs protrudes the biggest, strangest cock I’ve ever seen. My eyes go wide and I scoot back as I realize he wants to put that thing inside of me. I shake my head side to side.
“Oh no,” I say. “No, not yet, I’m not ready for that.”
I point at his cock as I talk and shake my head. It’s not only enormous but there’s a bony ridge along the top like it’s a weird condom ribbed for her pleasure. I totally don’t even think that I can accommodate such a thing inside of myself without severe damage. I’m certainly not ready to find out!
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