Текст книги "Arrival"

Автор книги: A.G. Wilde

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Chapter Twenty-Three

FER’RO

Adee’ra’s fear scent appears as soon as she turns around and sees me behind her.

Maybe she’s changed her mind about me healing her.

I was surprised she agreed to it in the first place. Vullan females don’t usually allow males who are not their mates to give such healing.

It can be an…intimate act.

Adee’ra is on all fours and I have a clear view of her center.

Her sweet scent wafts into my nose and I inhale deeply, unable to pull my gaze away from her.

She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I know her skin is pale. So much paler and thinner than mine.

But until she discarded her strange outer suit, I did not realize that all of her was pale and soft.

It is a strange hue I’ve only seen on young hubri.

She is thin, frail, I can see her skeleton underneath her skin, but she is mesmerizing still.

I cannot stop staring and only when a gasp pulls from her throat does my gaze rise from that strange triangle at her center.

She sits back on her legs and grabs those mounds on her chest that stand out with twin peaks.

My gaze fastens on them and I see the skin against them prickle.

“Fer’ro?”

Her fear scent tingles a little and despite that I want to scent her some more, I snap my nostrils shut.

If I smell her fear right now, in this state, I will want to chase her. Hunt her.

Her eyes are wide as she stares at me and when I glance at myself, I realize why.

My ba’clan snap back as soon as I notice what they are doing.

They’d been trying to touch her again.

I am losing control.

The thought registers and echoes through my mind.

Losing control?

Vullan never lose control of their ba’clan.

I need to figure out why that is happening now.

Maybe it has something to do with this planet.

The atmosphere. Something microscopic that I cannot see.

Or maybe it has nothing to do with that at all.

My gaze meets Adee’ra’s and her wide round pupils are still on me.

Maybe it has something to do with her.

I make the decision immediately. I recall my ba’clan within me and they disappear beneath my skin like water seeping away.

I am bare for the fourth time in her presence.

If Ga’Var knew…

A sliver of pleasure fills me.

Adee’ra is with me, not him.

He does not get the pleasure of her presence.

Adee’ra shuffles on the feathers and glances around me.

Her legs are still crossed and even though I am not her mate, I wish to ask her to open them once more.

Behind my fold, my sazi throbs.

It is erect.

It always is.

But right now it throbs so hard I want to release it.

For a moment, I consider moving away from Adee’ra.

My senses are overloading.

I really am losing control.

But the sound of her musical words have me frozen.

“Where is the first aid kit?”

What aid kit?

“You know, with the bandages and alcohol…if you have that?” She glances around again. “For my wounds?”

Ah.

“A med kit?” I click to her in my language and confusion floods her gaze.

“We don’t have a med kit,” I say so she can understand. “I will heal you.”

Her brow furrows in those lines that look like they’re etched permanently into her skin before they smooth out as if they were never there.

“I don’t understand, you will have to explain to me.”

“I will show you.”

Her eyes widen a little more but she doesn’t protest as I come all the way onto the sleeping feathers.

She’s still sitting in a guarded position though, so I focus on the wound that is closest to me.

One by her ankles.

“It will not hurt,” I say as I take her foot into my hand, stretching out one of her legs.

Five toes, not four. And small too.

Her foot is soft and delicate like the rest of her and her skin feels so smooth against my own.

I wonder what I feel like to her.

My body is filled with ridges. Plated bone that rises and falls underneath my skin.

I am hard where she is soft.

I turn her foot in my hand as I examine it.

It’s cracked in several places underneath and the one I hold looks slightly bigger than the other.

Swollen.

It must hurt, and I do not believe that what I’m about to do will help her in that regard.

My “treatment” will mostly soothe her until she is comfortable enough to let He’rox see her. A sort of temporary fix to what ails her.

Bending, I give her one final glance before I dip low, my tongue slipping from my mouth as I run it over the skin at her ankle.

Adee’ra yelps, and if not for my hold on her leg, it would have slid from my grasp.

“Um…what are you doing?” Her eyes are wide before they fall on her ankle.

My tongue is still there and I lick her again.

Her leg jerks again.

I take her lack of resistance as consent to continue and I run my tongue over another wound close to her ankle.

Her breath hisses into her nose as she inhales deeply.

“Relax,” I say, “I will not harm you.”

“Y-yes, I know that, but what the hell are you doing?”

I pause then and blink at her.

This is obviously not something hyu’mans do.

“My saliva has enough healing properties to soothe these wounds,” I say. “It will help you until you are ready for He’rox to see you.”

“Oh,” she says and her throat moves but she doesn’t pull away.

There are several tiny wounds on her legs and I tend to them one at a time.

Adee’ra tastes like sweet food and I resist the urge to thrum. I could lick her skin for eons.

For a moment, I slip my nictitating membrane across my eyes so I can relish in her flavor without scaring her.

Without making her withdraw from me.

For I know my eyes have bled completely, my pupils invisible.

I want to thrum loudly at the taste of her skin on my tongue, but I doubt she will understand that I am not being aggressive.

For what’s suddenly coursing through my being is not aggression.

It is the exact opposite.

I want to engulf her…

But I am not her mate.

I thrum a little at that thought.

There is just one problem.

I am not her mate…but I do not care.

I want to taste her still.

Each time my tongue flicks over her skin, I hear Adee’ra’s breath shudder in her chest but I focus on what I’m doing.

The number of small cuts and scratches run all the way up her leg and there are so many, I might as well suck on her skin.

So I do.

Her breath makes her belly shudder and she suddenly falls back, staring at me down her body.

It takes everything in me not to bury my face into her skin and I am happy I recalled my ba’clan.

There is no way I’d have been able to control them now.

They would have been crawling all over her.

Scaring her.

I do not want her to run away from me like she did on that first day.

I move higher, licking wounds on both of her legs and when I reach her knees, I pause.

Right before me is that strange triangle of fur.

I shouldn’t…but I open my nostrils.

Adee’ra’s sweet scent hits me like a star storm and I growl a little.

Her scent is even stronger here but she is holding herself so rigidly, I wonder if I have harmed her.

I remember she was alarmed when she’d first seen my tongue.

It is a bit coarse compared to the smooth perfection that is Adee’ra.

But her absolute lack of movement is concerning.

I slip my nictitating membrane away so I can see her better.

“Adee’ra? Do you live?”

A sing-song sound escapes her lips that makes my ears twitch. It takes a moment for me to realize what it is.

She is trilling.

She is happy?

Happiness makes her trill.

This is the first time she has trilled in my presence and it makes something heavy and big grow and swell within my chest.

“I, uh, I’m alive all right. Thanks to you. You saved me. Saved us. But um…”

She covers her face with her hands and casts her gaze up at the roof of my quarters. Try as I might, I cannot pull my eyes away from her to look at what must have her attention.

I know there is nothing up there except dead space.

“Humans don’t usually do… Our saliva doesn’t do what yours does.”

As I thought.

Maybe this is making her uncomfortable.

“I am almost finished.”

Her throat moves and she jerks her chin downward a few times.

Still, her gaze is fastened to the roof.

She refuses to look at me.

But I cannot resist the meal that is in front of—

I have to shake the thought from my head.

Adee’ra is not a meal. She is not something for me to consume…

My sazi throbs in disagreement as if it knows exactly how it wants to consume this soft being before me.

It feels even more erect than usual.

“Fer’ro?”

I have paused for too long, staring at her, and Adee’ra pulls her gaze from the roof to look at me.

“Just…just be careful ok. I trust you but…”

And that sweet scent, the one I am drawn to. Sweet with hints of spice.

It grows as I stare at her triangle of fur.

Ignoring my urges, I foolishly bend toward that sweet scent and run my tongue over a scratch that goes up her inner thigh.

By the Gods…

A thrum builds within me so hard I’m unable to hold it back and I thrum against her leg, so close, so so close to the fur that this scent seems to be emanating from.

Her core.

Adee’ra gasps and jerks a little beneath me.

“Fe—Fer’ro?” My name shudders on the breath that comes from her lips.

But I can’t stop myself now. I want more.

I know what this intoxicating scent is now.

It’s her mating scent.

Adee’ra is fertile and it is calling me to hunt her, to catch her, to claim her, to fill her with my seed.

Another growl escapes me and my sazi throbs almost painfully as I lick Adee’ra’s inner thigh again. This time she squirms.

I wonder if she will let me…

I wonder if she is hurting there too…

There’s a wound even closer to the source of that sweet, sweet scent.

“Okay, maybe we should sto—”

Before she can finish speaking, I lick the wound and the tip of my tongue brushes against that triangle of fur.

“Fuck!” Her body arches off the feathers but she doesn’t get to thrash around because my arms are over her legs.

I do not remember climbing up between them.

But her taste…

Ecstasy bursts across my tongue and I thrum again.

“That’s my—! Fer’ro, that’s not a wound!” She wriggles and pants but that spice I now taste on my tongue has intensified.

I inhale deeply again and bury my nose into the fur.

I can feel the gods calling me home, back to Edooria.

“Fer’ro, that’s my—Your face is buried in my—”

Her skin is warm now and a whimper escapes her lips as I thrum again.

“Your suu’ci,” I say.

“My soosie?” Her throat moves and when I look up at her, her gaze darts away from me as if she is scared to face me.

But I do not smell fear.

What I smell is sweet, spicy, and inviting.

“I guess you mean that’s my cunt. I mean, you don’t seem to have a cock in the same sense as humans do but I assume you realize where your face is currently so close to right now and that you licked it by accident? That’s fine. We can pretend it never happened and we can—”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I do not want her to say no.

I’m an idiot for asking that question because if she says no now, I will be forever haunted by what could happen if I continue.

But she hasn’t answered my question.

Instead, that sweet scent emanating from beneath her fur increases and her small pink tongue flicks out of her mouth to wet her lips.

“I mean…this isn’t appropriate,” she whispers, her gaze locked with mine and her cheeks turn such a warm rosy color, it’s like her paleness is gone.

I ease back a little.

A Vullan woman is always the one to initiate if she wants a male’s attention.

She offers him food as invitation to visit her nest or she thrums to him if she is more direct.

But Adee’ra has done none of this.

She is not Vullan. I do not expect the same behavior from her.

But, in her hyu’man way, I think she is telling me she does not want this.

“Is that a no?”

Her throat moves again and her cheeks heat.

“No,” she whispers. “It’s not a no…”

Thank the gods.

Her gaze darts away from me for a second and I swear her skin gets warmer.

The room darkens as I close my eyes and a thrum vibrates from my chest.

“Good.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

ADIRA

My entire body shivers as I watch Fer’ro lean down between my legs.

I’m already aching there and when his tongue flicks over my center, my entire body jerks.

This wasn’t what I expected to be doing right now…

The morally upright person within me wants to tell him to stop, but the person right here, right now, doesn’t want him to.

His hands slide up my legs to rest at the junction of my thighs as he opens my legs, spreading them as he stares at me.

At that moment, I want to pull my legs together.

No man has ever looked at me the way Fer’ro is looking at me right now…

No man has ever observed me with such focus.

Do Vullan females even have vaginas like mine?

The thought that maybe his intense gaze is because I look strange to him has me attempting to pull my legs together.

But there is a grunt of disapproval and the vibration that fills Fer’ro’s chest and spreads through his body has me frozen, my chest heaving as I look down at him.

He makes a sound that comes off almost like a deep moan before that wicked tongue of his flicks out of his mouth again.

The sight of it makes my pussy clench and I really feel like a dirty bitch for suddenly wanting this so bad.

Fucking hell…

All I want is for him to touch me with it again.

The texture of it, the feel against my legs and my thighs as he’d licked my wounds, had made it almost impossible to lie still.

And now as I watch him run the thick pink of it over his lips, I shudder at the thought of it touching me again.

Fer’ro makes a click and a trilling sound that reminds me of a rainforest bird before his head dips.

My eyes roll back into my head as his tongue flicks over me.

It’s warm and wet, velvety but firm. There are tiny ridges running down the center and I feel each and every one of them as they move over my sensitive skin.

His tongue flicks tentatively, as if he’s tasting me. It moves through my inner lips slowly, as if he is exploring every inch of me and I fight to keep my back straight. I fight to stay still, to not move.

I grip the bedding and bite down hard on my bottom lip.

I can’t breathe and my body is stretched so taut, I can feel my muscles protesting.

It’s all I can do to not scream and thrash around. My hips strain to buck, and when he finds my clit, my body jerks upward.

The movement only slams my hips into his face and he thrums again.

And then…he’s pinning me down.

Even if I wanted to squirm now, I couldn’t.

His tongue is everywhere on my sex. Hot. Wet.

Fer’ro thrums against me and the sound, the fact he seems to be enjoying this as much as I am, makes me clench as a fresh wave of warmth spreads through me.

Fer’ro growls against me as he laps at my juices and this whole thing is so unexpected but so deliciously dirty, that I clench again.

He’s thrumming so hard that his tongue vibrates with every swipe as he licks and sucks on me.

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s also groaning into my pussy each time he pulls his tongue back.

My hips buck against him once more and he groans again.

I can feel the pressure building within me, tumbling through my being like a freight train.

I want to warn him, but I can’t.

The words don’t come.

I open my mouth to say something but only a moan escapes.

This is wrong.

This is so very wrong.

But it feels so. Fucking. Good.

I’m panting as I reach down to touch him, my hands brushing over the thick locks at the top of his head, and Fer’ro thrums harder.

I—I’m going to come.

My legs clamp hard, squeezing tight and there’s a momentary worry that shoots through me that it might be uncomfortable for him. But Fer’ro groans against me as my mouth opens in a moan of my own—one that turns into scream as I lose control when I feel it.

Thick and wet, Fer’ro pierces me with his tongue.

The orgasm that hits me sends me into orbit.

My upper body vaults off the bed but I can’t go anywhere because Fer’ro is still holding me down.

And he’s not stopping.

I can feel his tongue inside me, digging and twisting as his mouth closes over me.

He’s lapping at my juices as I lose control of my body, my entire being, and fall back, my midsection convulsing as I jerk.

“Fer’ro.” I want to tell him to stop. That I can’t take any more. But all that escapes my lips is a moan.

The orgasm is still making my body shake. It isn’t ending and Fer’ro isn’t slowing down.

I begin to whimper as my body shakes. My pussy feels like it’s leaking hot sugar and Fer’ro isn’t hesitating to lick every drop.

“Fer’ro,” I moan again and, finally, I feel his tongue slow down.

When he looks up at me, I can’t even see his pupils anymore. It’s like looking into fire and I release at this moment, that is exactly what he is to me.

I’ve always been attracted to things that might burn me, but none like him before.

Sudden shame washes over me.

What have I just done?

Fer’ro’s tongue runs over his lips, licking the remainder of my juices from his skin and my cheeks blaze.

The fuck is wrong with me?

The world is ending. Meanwhile, Adira Mosely is getting fucked by an alien tongue the size of a grown man’s cock.

Fuck!

The object of my pleasure, and my mortification, disappears behind Fer’ro’s lips but his strange lava gaze is still on me.

I can’t tell what he’s thinking and I wonder if he’s regretting what just happened between us.

Or…does he want me to return the favor?

I clench again at that—a response that surprises me as much as what just happened between us.

The room has gone silent.

What should I say?

I open my mouth to…apologize? But the rectangle that is the door suddenly lights up, shining green.

“I must go,” Fer’ro says and his ba’clan appear again, slipping over his skin in a split second. “They need me.”

My mouth slams shut and all I can do is nod.

As Fer’ro slips from the bed, I watch him go.

He looks just as composed as he was on the first day that I met him.

But as he turns to look back at me before leaving the room, I notice his pupils are still invisible, his eyes still blazing fire.

Maybe not as composed as he seems.

Shit.

My heart is thumping in my chest as I squeeze my thighs shut to try and stop the throbbing there.

I must be a horrible person because an excited shiver is now running through me.

Is it bad that I want more?

FER’RO

My entire being is thrumming and my ba’clan pulse against me as I exit my quarters to face Ga’Var.

My womb mate sniffs and his gaze grows livid as his teeth pull back from his lips.

“You did not.”

I pretend I do not know what he is referring to and begin making my way to the bridge, but I know he can smell it too.

Even with my ba’clan back in place, Adee’ra’s scent is all over me.

There had been no time to cleanse myself before exiting my quarters without Ga’Var walking in.

Privacy isn’t something shared between us Vullan.

But as soon as I sensed his presence outside my quarters, I knew I did not want him to see Adee’ra.

Not with her bare…

Not with that pink flush all across her body…

Not with her body still quivering from the feel of my tongue against her treasured bits.

So, I had to leave hastily, without first visiting the cleansing station.

Rek…I do not wish to remove her scent anyway.

“You mated the female?” Ga’Var’s steps sound beside me and I stop in my tracks.

“She is not just the female.”

She is mine. I know that now.

But that’s not something I want to disclose just yet.

We are still on an unknown planet and confusing things are happening, like my lack of control, the fact some of my ba’clan have migrated from my being to Adee’ra…

Ga’Var steps closer. “I thought we agreed to not advance on the females. They are not like Vullan women. They are not as aggressive. Not as strong. They cannot take us. For you to force yourself on one when she does not want you…”

My womb mate takes a step closer and it is like he wants to kill me.

I sense his aggression even without facing him.

“What has gotten into your head, Fer’ro? When the others hear of this, and they will hear—her scent is all over you—they will be enraged. You of all people know we do not force—”

“I did not force her.”

Ga’Var nictitates at me, his ears twitching as he sniffs again.

“It is a mating scent I smell. I am positive because it makes me want to find the female and—”

A growl leaves my throat.

One moment, I am standing non-threateningly, and the other my hackles are out and Ga’Var is pinned against the corridor wall.

Surprise widens his features.

“Adee’ra,” I click, “is mine.”

So much for not disclosing that just yet.

“She has not chosen you,” he growls back and my hold on him loosens a bit.

He is right.

I practically held her legs open so I could have her.

So I could taste her.

I stifle a thrum at the memory of her soft folds, but her scent is still on my skin, my lips.

I want more.

“You are my womb mate, Fer’ro. But if you have forced the hyu’man…”

I let him go and he staggers a little. “I did not take her,” I say as I put my hackles away.

At least…not with my sazi. But I rekking wanted to.

“You are my womb mate. Why lie to me? I can scent her on your skin.”

“It is not what it seems,” I turn away from him. “There are more important things anyway. We must deal with those first. It won’t take long for the Gryken to realize we are here. We can’t linger.”

I can feel him watching me as I walk away but his words remain on my mind.

Adee’ra did not choose me.

I can only hope that she will.

Because I know now. I want her and nobody else is going to have her.

She is mine.