by Sue Mercury
“Jav.” She tossed her head from side to side.
He growled louder, increasing the vibrations, and she couldn’t have held back if she tried. She shattered and screamed as she rode the waves of bliss, straight up into the starry sky. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he stripped off his clothes and crawled back atop her.
His massive muscles gleamed in the light of the sconces. Her breath caught in her throat. He was so beautiful, so handsome, so kind. He was her lover, her mate, and her protector.
Despite her utter fatigue, she managed to shoot him a smile. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed with contentment. He tapped at her inner thighs.
“Lift your legs up and place them over my shoulders.” The dark, sexy gleam in his stare made her shiver with anticipation. “I want to fuck you as deeply as I possibly can, while still gazing into your eyes.”
An erotic thrill assailed her. She lifted her legs up and he assisted her in placing them over his shoulders. She privately mused that it was a good thing she was so flexible.
“Beautiful,” he said with a glance at her very exposed center.
His hands clamped down on her hips. In the next moment, he thrust forward with a groan, driving his cock impossibly deep. She shuddered and cried out as he set a fast pace of plunging in and out of her, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh soon filled the room. His balls kept hitting her bottom and the repeated impacts sent vibrations through her aching nether parts.
His deep, rapid strokes, combined with the feel of the smooth flesh above his cock striking directly over her clit with each plunge, caused a swift release to descend upon her.
Not for the first time since they’d become mates, she lost count of the orgasms he gave her. She came around his cock again and again, her mind becoming completely unaware of the outside world. Her only focus became Jav, the Martian male who’d claimed her as his mate. The huge gentle giant of a warrior who loved her, and whom she also loved with her whole heart.
His cock swelled larger inside her and his ferocious growl rattled the walls.
Torrents of his seed shot into her, bathing her insides with warmth. She trembled in his arms and struggled for air, breathless in the aftermath of their shared passions, and she was entirely certain that three hundred years from now, she would crave Jav just as fiercely as she did now.
He wasn’t the only one with a ravenous appetite.
Once they’d both caught their breath, he withdrew from her tender parts and hurried into the bathroom. She waited on the bed, knowing he was probably intending to fetch the healing salve he often used on her after a rough mating session. Sure enough, he sat between her legs and began cleansing her with a towel, then he applied a generous amount of the healing salve.
“Mm.” She stretched on the bed, testing her strength. “Thank you, Jav. Thank you for always taking care of me.”
He gathered her close and kissed her forehead. “It will always be my honor to take care of you, sweet Leah. Always.”
Epilogue
Three years later…
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Jav and Leah walked hand-in-hand through the gardens on the palace grounds, watching as Daxxel, their two-year-old son, chased Jexsa, Tyra and Rem’s daughter of the same age, around the tall flowering drressa trees. His heart swelled at the sight, but when he glanced down at his mate, his sweet Leah, his sudden happiness became so great that his throat started burning.
He bent down and planted a kiss atop her head.
“You look radiant today. Beautiful in the sun,” he said, echoing the compliment she’d given him on the very first day they met. Three long years ago. Much had changed since then.
He placed a hand upon her swollen belly. She was due to give birth any day now and he couldn’t wait to hold their new child in his arms. A girl, the doctor had told them. They were about to add a baby girl to their family.
“Well, you look pretty nice yourself,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him in a playful manner. “Perhaps later we ought to ask Aunt Tyra to watch Daxxel for a few hours.” She squeezed his hand and stepped closer to him, her eyes filled with mischief, but also an unmistakable glimmer of longing.
“Not when you’re so close to your due date,” he said in a scolding tone. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh please, it won’t hurt me or the baby. I asked the doctor, remember? He even suggested that as I get closer to my due date, it might help speed things along.”
Before Jav could respond, Rem and Tyra entered the gardens, followed by King Vaath and Queen Esmay. Princes Krakk and Naxx, their energetic twin sons, ran to join Daxxel and Jexsa’s chasing game. Soon the entire garden was filled with the sound of playful taunts and children’s laughter.
The adults greeted one another and the six of them stood watch over their little ones.
“I’m coming for you, Jexsa!” Daxxel shouted, running faster, his body a blur of purple amongst the bushes, trees, and flowers.
Leah giggled and looked at Tyra. “She’s a fast one.”
“That she is,” Tyra said with a shake of her head. “She runs me ragged every day. And to think, Rem wants to have more children!”
Krakk and Naxx, who were a full year older than Daxxel and Jexsa, gained speed and were rapidly catching up to Jexsa. The little girl rushed around a tree, paused briefly to turn and stick her tongue out at her pursuers, then took off running again.
“You’ll never catch me!” she taunted with a wide grin, clearly enjoying herself.
Everyone, except for the three boys chasing Jexsa, broke into laughter.
It was a sunny day, no clouds in sight, and the beautiful day was a nice reprieve from the recent rains Ressiktron had received. Jav wrapped an arm around Leah and she leaned against him.
He surveyed his surroundings, looking at his friends and the children who were still running about the gardens, as a deep sense of contentment filled him.
He might not have a large biological family, as he used to wish for, but he had his friends, and as far as he was concerned, King Vaath and Rem were the brothers he’d never had. Their children had taken to calling him Uncle Jav and also viewed Leah as their aunt, and likewise Daxxel considered Esmay and Tyra his aunts and Vaath and Rem his uncles.
Furthermore, Rem’s parents, Teva and Alissina, considered themselves the surrogate grandparents of all their offspring, particularly his mother. The woman often spent hours entertaining the children, taking them on adventures through the capital city, and feeding them all manner of sweet treats. Whenever Daxxel came home from Grandma Alissina’s house, he often collapsed and fell asleep in the middle of the floor, the remnants of whatever dessert Alissina had given him still smeared on his face.
Jav placed another kiss atop Leah’s head and she sighed in his arms. The Gods had blessed him with a sweet mate to call his own, as well as a son, born of his own blood, and soon he would be further blessed with a baby daughter.
“It’s a perfect day,” Leah said, “don’t you think?”
“Yes. It is quite perfect.” He touched her stomach and smiled when the baby gave a vigorous kick.
She winced. “Ouch. I think your daughter is trying to fight her way out of there.”
“Tell her to hurry up, won’t you?” Jav said with a chuckle. “I am eager to meet my daughter.”
“Do you hear that, little one?” Leah said, staring down at her stomach. “Daddy says you need to get a move on.”
Tyra stepped closer and cleared her throat. “Thank you for watching Jexsa for us.”
“You’re very welcome,” Leah said. “It was no trouble at all.”
“Rem and I would be happy to watch Daxxel for a few hours if the two of you would like some alone time.” Tyra winked at her.
“That sounds wonderful. Thank you,” Leah said, turning to Jav. She gave him a pointed look. “Let’s hurry off before she realizes what a handful Daxxel is and changes her mind.”
“We’re planning to stay here for a while, too,” Esmay said. “We’ll help keep an eye on him.”
Jav called out instructions to Daxxel to behave while they were gone, then he laced his fingers through Leah’s and led her back to the palace. Before they entered the large structure, they paused and stared out at all the children and the friends who’d become their family. Leah smiled up at him, and her next words touched a part of his soul he hadn’t known existed.
“Thank you for being you, Jav.” Her eyes gleamed with moisture, even as she continued smiling. “Thank you for being my mate, my family, and the father to our children. I couldn’t imagine life without you. I love you.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “And I love you, my sweet Leah.”
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THE END
The Savage Martians series
Royal Alien Mate (Savage Martians, Book One)
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Desperate to save her parents from debtors' prison, Esmay signs up as an alien mail order bride. She'll travel to Mars to become a savage alien's mate, and in exchange for her sacrifice, all her family's debt will be forgiven. She prays she'll find some semblance of happiness on Mars and hopes her future husband treats her with kindness. But she's stunned to discover the muscle-bound blue alien she's been matched with is Prince Vaath, a fearsome warrior who once led a deadly battle against Earth. How can she willingly give herself to an alien who killed so many of her people?
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Esmay crept down the narrow hallway, careful to avoid the creaky spots in the ice-cold floorboards. Unease spread through her, but she followed the murmuring of voices, curious about the late-night conversation that was occurring in the kitchen. Her parents were usually fast asleep by now.
Without warning, a chill descended upon her, a sudden sense that something terrible was about to happen, that all of their lives were about to change forever.
She swallowed hard and tried to shake the unpleasant premonition away, but the heavy feeling only strengthened as she drew nearer to the stilted, high-pitched whispers.
What were her parents talking about? Desperation and fear tinged their hushed voices, a realization that only caused Esmay’s worry to deepen. Her hands started shaking and a full body tremble soon followed. She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to calm her trembling, but it didn’t help much.
Keep going. You have to find out what’s wrong.
The kitchen door sat ajar, allowing a sliver of light to escape into the otherwise darkened hallway, beckoning her to slink closer. She paused just outside the room and pressed herself to the wall, holding her breath as she listened. The tense exchange within persisted and she leaned toward the light, eager to hear every word, even as the content of the discussion broke her heart.
“If we get divorced and I claim all the debt as my own,” her father said in an anguished tone, “it’s possible you won’t be sent to prison as well.”
“No,” her mother said, “absolutely not. I-I can’t do that. We’ve been married for twenty-three years and—”
“The girls need you here,” he interrupted. “Esmay would need to take a second job just to afford rent for a one-bedroom apartment. Who would look after the twins while she’s working? At least if you’re not in prison, taking care of the twins will be easier. You and Esmay could try to get different shifts at the factory.”
Esmay’s stomach dropped to the floor. She had suspected something was amiss for a while now. Both her parents had recently taken extra shifts at the factory, but despite the additional money coming in, the kitchen cabinets had become practically barren as of late.
Employed at the same factory, Esmay recalled her co-workers talking about a recent increase in both rent and taxes, which made it more difficult than usual for families to make ends meet. Those who couldn’t pay their bills were jailed until their families could settle their debts.
Her heart lurched at the thought of her parents going to prison.
“You make more money than me,” her mother said. “I would hate for us to get divorced, but if-if we do get divorced, it would make more sense for me to claim the debt as mine.”
“No. I will not allow it. I’ll call a lawyer in the morning and we’ll try to get everything taken care of before the first deadline. Fucking Martian governor and his fucking taxes.” His shadow blocked out the sliver of light, causing the hallway to darken completely.
Having heard enough, Esmay made a quiet retreat to the cramped bedroom she shared with her younger sisters, the aforementioned twins.
With an air of forced bravery, she drew in a deep breath and opened her bedside table drawer. She pulled out the flyer and ran her fingers gently over the embossed lettering.
BECOME A MAIL ORDER BRIDE TO THE MARTIANS!
SINGLE HUMAN FEMALES WANTED
AGES 21 – 35
Benefits:
Live on beautiful terraformed Mars
Receive a one-time payment of 10K galactic credits
Bonus - all family debt erased!
Esmay had swiped this flyer from a post office message board a couple of weeks ago, telling herself she was just grabbing it in case her family ever fell upon hard times. She had hidden the flyer away at the bottom of the drawer, hoping she would never have need to look at it again, but here she was, still tracing the embossed letters as she seriously considered applying to become a mail order bride to the Martians.
What choice did she have?
She sighed. The benefits were listed on the flyer, and in her current circumstances they sounded almost too good to be true. The cons, however, were not spelled out on the brochure, though she had no difficulty imagining the many downsides of marrying a Martian.
If she became a
mail order bride, she would likely never see her family again. Her throat burned when she considered being forever separated from her twin sisters Carmen and Lilly, as well as her beloved parents. She glanced at the nine-year-old girls and watched as they slept peacefully, both blissfully unaware of the troubles facing their family.
They can’t lose Mom or Dad. I won’t let it happen.
Still holding the flyer, she moved to the small bedroom window and peered into the darkness. Her family’s apartment rested on the tenth floor of a dilapidated New York City apartment building. From this window, all she could see was a trash-filled alley and the brick side of another equally derelict apartment building. There were also two campfires burning in the alley below, and she spotted the figures of several people huddled together close to the flames, trying to keep warm on this unseasonably cold winter night.
I won’t let the same thing happen to my family.
She exhaled a sharp breath and ran a hand through her long locks. As a child, she used to stand at this very window and pretend she was looking over green rolling hills bordered by tall trees that swayed in the wind. She used to dream she saw animals grazing—usually a herd of deer, an image she must’ve picked up from a book long ago—and birds flitting amongst those make-believe trees.
In such visions, she could open her window and inhale the pleasing fragrance of flowers that flourished around the perimeter of the building, rather than the stomach-turning stench of overflowing garbage bins.
Mars.
She clutched the flyer to her chest and said a prayer. She’d never been particularly religious, but she still prayed sometimes, usually in her most desperate hours.
