Текст книги "Arrival"

Автор книги: A.G. Wilde

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Chapter Thirty-One

FER’RO

I grip on to the side of the Scrit as I climb upward.

I’ve climbed high and fast, hoping I am not too late.

But, I am.

I reach the orb the moment it takes my Adee’ra. I see her legs disappearing into the central vent.

A loud roar leaves my throat.

I’ve already blown our cover by climbing on top of the vessel.

I’ve wrecked our plans and probably our chances of saving this planet.

But the fact the Gryken hasn’t blasted me off and activated its shields…now I know why.

It’s too focused on Adee’ra.

It hasn’t noticed me.

There are other hyu’man females within the Scrit’s belly and when one of them turns and sees me, I see the moment her astral being leaves her core.

She screeches, her mouth and eyes going wide, but I cannot hear the sound.

I do not care that she is frightened.

At this moment, I only care about Adee’ra.

I scramble upward, my symbiotes preventing me from sliding off the Scrit’s smooth surface.

The Gryken within will sense me soon.

I have to hurry.

I have to rescue Adee’ra before…

I growl at the thought of the Gryken implanting its spawn within her belly and I hasten.

I reach the top of the Scrit in a matter of seconds and I can see within.

In the water the Gryken dwells. Within its chamber a being floats.

My blood organ lurches at the sight.

Adee’ra…

But it is not her.

It is another hyu’man female.

One that is bred.

About to bear young.

My gaze searches the liquid…

There is movement lower.

Pale skin fighting to get to swim higher.

Brown filaments floating behind her head.

My senses flare.

Adee’ra!

But she is not aware of my presence either.

Neither is the Gryken as it swims toward her.

It is solely focused on her and the sight of it makes my hackles rise.

It grasps her around the neck pushing her lower and another roar tears from my throat.

I raise my fist, my palm lighting up with the energy core I retrieved from the ground.

I’m about to connect my fist with the Scrit’s surface when someone holds my arm back.

“Wait!” Ga’Var clicks.

He followed me.

“No!” I cannot wait. Not this time. “She is in danger!”

“Wait!” He repeats. “Look!”

I turn my gaze back to the water when I see Adee’ra’s symbiotes activate, covering her entire being.

And then…

The interior lights up.

I’m frozen as I stare at her—at what she’s done, what she has managed to do against the odds set against her…

As the Gryken releases her and the Scrit short circuits and begins to fall, I am frozen in disbelief.

She’s done it.

The little female…

Adee’ra…has done it.

Shock tears through me at her bravery just before reality hits.

There is no time to waste.

I cannot let her efforts be in vain.

Pushing down hard, I launch myself upward, fighting the pull of the falling machine as it heads toward the ground.

I need to get to the spot above the inner core where the Scrit is the weakest.

There, I can send a final charge down through its sealed surface and get it to open.

But it is falling quickly and the moment it hits the ground, we will have only a few seconds before the Gryken regains consciousness.

I can sense my brethren on the ground below, rushing into position.

They are black streaks across the brown earth as they move.

No longer camouflaged.

Can’t waste the energy to do so.

Everything depends on catching the Gryken alive.

We have to do it now.

We have to do it quickly.

I reach the spot as I see Adee’ra swimming toward the inner vent.

But the membrane won’t open for her.

Not with the Scrit disabled.

She’s thrashing around, desperate to reach it as the Scrit flips, her cheeks puffed out as if she cannot breathe.

Because she doesn’t know that she can.

The ba’clan have sealed her entire being. Even her face and head are covered as well as her nostrils.

They will breathe for her.

But she does not know this.

A new sense of urgency fills me immediately and I activate the energy core in my hand as I slam my fist against the Scrit’s inner core.

The membrane wobbles for a moment as it absorbs the attack, before it weakens.

It’s enough for me to do the rest of the work.

I slice through it with one swing of my arm, my hackles moving through the weakened material.

Water gushes out and unto me as I dive within the machine, my focus on Adee’ra.

She’s still trying to get to the vent but she’s not going anywhere.

The Gryken.

It’s got one of its filthy tentacles on her.

The rage that fills me as I shoot forward, slicing the leg in two as I grasp Adee’ra, is rage that I have been harboring for many moons.

My arms close around my female and relief floods through me.

But all is not over yet.

As soon as my arms close around her, Adee’ra panics.

She kicks and struggles, her limbs flailing as she tries to get away from me and it is only when I spin her around and bring her toward my chest that she stops.

Her body stiffens as our eyes meet and then she relaxes against me.

But she is still trying to hold her breath and I can see the effect it is having on her.

As I hold her there, she begins struggling again, her eyes going wide.

Air.

She needs to breathe.

It is strange seeing those brown pools under the dark protection of the ba’clan and I suddenly realize how strange I must have looked to her from the start.

I spin, ready to take her upward when the entire chamber shakes.

The water shivers around us before it suddenly stills.

We’ve taken the Scrit down.

Gripping Adeer’a to my chest, I propel myself upward, back to the spot I just weakened.

It has already sealed again. It resealed the moment I slipped through it and the hackles on my arm extend toward the spot I weakened.

That’s when her body heaves against me.

Her lungs make one final attempt to pull in air, and I sense the moment she realizes she just took her first breath underwater.

Her blood organ hammers against mine as her chest heaves.

I want to share in this moment with her, this revelation, her new experience, but I cannot.

I focus on the job at hand.

Her life…the fate of her planet…depend on it.

As I slice the membrane open once more, I surge upward.

Someone grabs my arm and pulls us through.

Fi’rox.

I click at him, urgency filling my voice.

“Do you have the container?”

He clicks the affirmative as he slips through the hole I just made and into the Scrit.

I know he only has a few seconds remaining but my entire focus is back on Adee’ra.

She is limp in my arms.

Again.

But this time, I am not nearly as calm as on the first occasion.

This time, everything within me is screaming.

I jump from the Scrit, launching myself into the air and I land on my feet.

There is dust around us, kicked up by the fallen machine, but I trudge forward.

There is a soft patch of dead grass nearby and I rest Adee’ra on it, leaning over her as my symbiotes vacate my head and face.

“Adee’ra.”

As I touch her face, her ba’clan retract as if they sense I need them to.

She coughs, her gaze meeting mine as her ba’clan move away.

Her eyes are wide, her chest still heaving.

“Adee’ra?”

She is in shock.

“Fer’ro. The Gryken…it was—”

Something is building within me that makes my ba’clan writhe and I pull her to me.

It is a heat. An all-consuming heat that is pulling me to this female.

“You took a big risk.” Even as I speak, I am aware of the darkness surrounding us.

A new phenomenon again. One I do not care to observe or wonder about.

But Adee’ra notices. “What’s happening?”

She looks around us then down at herself.

The ba’clan are leaving her body as they are mine.

Surrounding us.

Creating a cocoon…melding together.

Two separate colonies, merging as one once more.

“You are safe now.” I look down into the gaze of this being who is turning my world on edge.

Her pale skin…

Her small body…

Her weakness…and her strength.

“Adee’ra…”

She stares at me as she pulls her gaze away from the swirling ba’clan around us, and I sense when her beating blood organ slows down from its erratic pace.

Deep brown eyes.

I see an image of myself in them. My own reflection.

A Vullan that has almost been ripped inside out.

Adee’ra…

A female I didn’t know I wanted…but one I know I need.

Never again will I let her out of my sight.

Chapter Thirty-Two

ADIRA

I’m alive.

As the ba’clan swirl around us, covering us, protecting us, I realize something.

In this new world where I am the prey, where my life could be snuffed out at any moment…I am vulnerable.

It’s one thing living life like you have time.

That’s how I used to live before.

But now…

Now I’ve brushed fingers with death too many times.

I know what it is now to really be alive.

And I appreciate it.

I appreciate him.

The symbiotes aren’t swirling around us to protect me only.

They’re protecting him too.

I can see that as I look up at this strange alien before me.

He is…different from the others.

It’s as if I can feel him. Feel his heart beating.

Feel our lives becoming intertwined.

Despite what the Vullan can do, despite the sacrifice I just made, these aliens are offering an even bigger sacrifice.

They are here to save a world that is not their own.

My world.

My home.

I wrap my arms around Fer’ro’s neck and look into those fiery eyes.

“You came after me,” I whisper.

He shouldn’t have.

That was stupid.

But would I have done the same for him?

Yes.

Yes, I would have.

“You were stupid.” His words make me choke on an unexpected chuckle. “Tell me hyu’mankind is not all like you. You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“If it gave you a chance to save my planet, I would do it again.”

Fer’ro’s fangs bare before me but no fear spikes in my spine.

He is angry…at me?

No.

He is being nothing but gentle.

I am cradled in his arms on top of this soft patch of grass.

He is not angry at me.

I sense he is angry at someone else.

Himself.

“Did we do it?” I try to rise but Fer’ro holds me down. “Did we catch it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” I ache to think that all I just did could have been in vain.

“We caught it, Adee’ra. Otherwise, I would sense fighting right now.” He glances around us. “It is…calm out there.”

“And the other humans?” I glance around us.

I cannot see anything outside of this wall the ba’clan are creating.

“Rescued.” He pauses. “The ones that were alive that is.”

My gaze falls.

Of course.

I couldn’t have expected them all to survive that fall.

“What about the female…the woman that was in the water…”

Fer’ro simply looks at me, his gaze doesn’t wane.

“Right.” I gulp hard.

He doesn’t need to say it.

She is probably dead.

I gulp as I look away from him.

Death.

So much death around me.

I won’t ever escape it, will I?

Not until we rid our planet of the scourge that fell upon us.

But I am alive.

I am alive because of only one reason and he is before me right now.

A breath shudders from me and Fer’ro’s gaze moves down my arms.

At this moment, I want to feel that life flowing through me.

Before I can reconsider, I tilt my chin upward.

“Fer’ro…” I whisper. “Don’t be alarmed but…”

FER’RO

Adee’ra licks my face and shock tears through me so much that I stiffen against her.

For a moment, she pauses, hesitant, before her lids flutter closed and I watch that little pink tongue of hers stretch towards my mouth.

She licks me again and my sazi surges, fighting to extrude.

Just what is she doing?

Is this a hyu’man ritual?

She is cleansing me with her mouth?

I am not sure what she is doing, but I do not dare to move.

I could not move if I wanted to.

All my senses are focused on the warm wetness of the little organ flicking against my lips and with a groan, I dare to open my mouth.

She pauses for a second before her tongue darts in and…I THRUM.

It is so deep, the air within the little cocoon feels charged, and when Adee’ra mouth closes over mine every line of thought leaves my brain.

She is eating me.

Such a thing shouldn’t make me excited, but I find myself gripping her tighter, wanting her to continue.

I will gladly be her meal.

My fangs drip with need and when her tongue tentatively flicks over one of them, my sazi surges so hard it does extrude a little. Enough for me to arch away from her for if it touches her core, the little control I have left will not be enough to stop me from claiming her right here, by the corpse of a fallen Scrit.

That thought dims the urges somehow…but Adee’ra’s tongue is insistent.

Her mouth rubs against mine and a whimper leaves her lips.

I am already in love with this hyu’man ritual.

Whatever gods we are worshipping right now, I pledge to adopt them as my own.

As her tongue flicks into my mouth some more, I slowly move mine forward.

It is bigger than hers. Longer. Thicker. Coarser.

I do not want to scare her with it, but I want to…taste her everywhere.

She trembles against me when our tongues make contact and another whimper leaves her throat.

This scent…

This sweet, spicy flavor…

Adee’ra’s need.

As our tongues flick against each other I bask in her scent.

She might not know it yet and I don’t know if she will accept it…

I have left Edooria…but I think I have found my new home.

With her.

The symbiotes sensed it long before I did or even could.

That is why I was drawn to her from the very start.

Adee’ra is my perfect mate—a phenomenon that hasn’t happened among Vullan-kind for eons.

And as she opens up to me…as I taste her…I know He’rox was right.

He might be insane…a maniac…but he was right…

This is the start of a new era.

Chapter Thirty-Three

ADIRA

As I break the kiss and open my eyes, there’s a fire in Fer’ro’s gaze that I’ve never seen before.

It feels like it is engulfing me but the flames do not burn.

Instead, they surround me with warmth and protection.

But I’ve done it again.

Something sexual when I have no idea what is happening between us.

The way this alien affects me…

Does he know I’m burning for him?

That between my thighs is hot and soaking wet just at the feel of his tongue in my mouth…just at remembering what happened between us in his quarters…

My cheeks grow warm and I pull my gaze away from the fire.

“They are waiting for us,” he says.

At the same time, the ba’clan slowly return to our skin and the sky reappears above us.

We are surrounded.

Several Vullan have formed a circle around us and I scramble to rise, my cheeks burning even hotter.

Fuck.

Had they been there all along?

Could they see what we just did?

Their eyes are on me, as usual, and as we stand, they do the most curious thing.

Each and every one of them kneels at our feet, their foreheads on the ground.

My eyes dart around.

Off in the corner of my gaze, huddled together, are the three women I’d seen within the Scrit’s belly, and very near to us lays the huge machine itself.

But I do not understand why the Vullan are kneeling.

It is the first time I have seen them so submissive.

We have won. Is that why?

“Why are they kneeling?” I whisper to Fer’ro. “Are they showing their respect to you?”

“No.” He turns to look at me and his gaze blazes through me so much that I hold my breath. “They are showing respect to you.”

My eyes bug out then and I grip my chest with one hand. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You have gained their respect. It is an honor to be under your command.”

I have to blink several times because this just went from zero to one hundred.

“My what?”

“You made a decision while in that Scrit. One that put you in danger. You went ahead with a plan even though it could have cost you your life. You faced the Gryken head on. You put your life on the line for all of us.”

And then Fer’ro does something that makes my heart lurch.

I watch, spellbound, as he falls to his knees before me too, his forehead touching the earth at my feet.

“For the Vullan,” he says, “you have made the ultimate sacrifice. We are forever indebted to you.”

I stare at them.

I really don’t know what to say.

I don’t deserve this—any of this—for doing something stupid.

Yes, it might have worked, but I’m no hero.

I open my mouth to say this when I pause.

My ba’clan pulse against me and I remember what I was thinking just moments before while cocooned with Fer’ro.

This is no longer just my fight. It’s no longer Earth’s fight.

It’s their fight too.

They’re not only thanking me for what I did, they’re thanking me for trusting them.

I swallow my pride, my preconceived notions, my doubt…

These big aliens need to know that they are accepted here.

“It is an honor to be seen in such a light by such brave warriors. I couldn’t have done anything without your help.” My gaze moves over each and every one of them. “Thank you.”

I don’t know if what I said is enough.

It certainly doesn’t encompass the weight of the feelings in my chest.

But as the Vullan rise, I do not feel so on edge by their stares anymore.

They see me as one of them.

And as I look from them to myself, to the ba’clan coating me…I realize that, maybe, I’ve become more like them than I first realized.

Maybe, I’m not entirely human anymore.

ADIRA

The three women we rescued huddle on the floor of the lift as it rises through the sky toward the still-cloaked ship.

Their gaze is on the tall aliens around them.

All of the Vullan have their chins tilted to the air, as if something reeks in here.

The females smell. They haven’t washed in a long time. But the scent isn’t that bad.

As their frightened gazes lock on to the aliens around us though, even I can sense their fear, and when they look at me, there is a definite distrust in their gazes.

I’m smaller, skinnier, obviously not alien, but with my symbiotes, I look like the Vullan.

And to them, the Vullan are the enemy.

They do not yet know they are rescued.

It was a good idea that they’d transported the Gryken to the ship directly after capturing it. Even I didn’t see the monster.

And that’s a good thing.

I can’t imagine how much more traumatized seeing the alien would have been to these women.

“You are safe now,” I turn and say to the one that had spoken to me first after I’d been dropped into the Scrit. “These men…these Vullan…they are on our side.” My gaze moves over the three of them before landing back on the one I focused on first. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Her eyes darts to Ga’Var then to Fer’ro at my side before she hastily lowers gaze. “How are you so sure?”

I find myself straightening my back a little. “Because I trust these males with my life.”

My ba’clan pulse against me and for the first time, I can make out the others’ symbiotes pulsing against them too—as if my words moved them.

It’s a comforting pulse as usual, a strange sort of communication among us that I never noticed the Vullan did before.

“We near the ship,” Fer’ro whispers in my ear and his hot breath sends a tingle down my spine.

I nod as I glance at him over my shoulder.

“We’re going to board their ship now. Do not be afraid. They will not harm you.”

The women jerk their chins at me as they nod but fear still shines in their eyes.

They are dirty.

Skinny.

Tired.

Frail.

I wonder if I still look like that?

I certainly don’t feel like that anymore.

As the lift docks and we enter the dim interior of the ship, Fer’ro clicks orders as the other Vullan file out.

“Ga’Var will take them to He’rox for healing and then show them to private quarters.”

“Oh.” I turn as Ga’var towers over the women.

He does nothing to make himself look smaller. Standing at his full height, he looks like the sentinel of death.

The women’s fear is palpable and I can see Ga’Var’s symbiotes ripple.

“Maybe I should stay with them. This has been a…nerve-wracking experience. I’m sure they’d be happier with another human there.”

“No.”

Fer’ro speaks so firmly I have to turn in his direction again.

“What? Why not?”

“You have done enough for today. You’re coming with me.”

When I turn to glance behind me, Ga’Var is already directing the women toward a door in the wall. It opens to another corridor and as they step in, the wall reforms behind them.

A lump grows in my throat and my heart picks up its pace.

It’s not that I don’t want to rest…it’s just that…I’m not sure what will happen if I’m around Fer’ro again…alone.

“Come, Adee’ra.”

This tall, dark alien is walking in front of me down the corridor, and as we walk, every other Vullan we pass makes eye contact with me before placing one palm on top of the other and bending their forehead to it. I quickly realize it’s a shortened, more informal version of what they did outside.

We’re at the entrance to Fer’ro’s quarters far too quickly and as he steps through the door, I pause on the outside for a little.

If I go in there…

My ba’clan pulse against me as if telling me to enter.

But if I go in there… If we’re alone together again…

My ba’clan pulse once more and my legs move almost of their own volition, pulling me inside the room.

Fer’ro is standing at the cleansing station and when I step in, his symbiotes retract, showing him bare.

I swallow hard, my tongue flicking out of my mouth to wet my lips as I stare.

He’s truly magnificent looking.

Those corded muscles under that dark skin look like they’re sculpted from metal and my hands itch to touch him.

I can feel my lungs starting to work harder as I stand there, unable to move, only able to stare like some creep.

Get a grip, Adira!

But the only thing I want to grip is standing right there in front of me, no shame in his nakedness…

Fuck.

It feels wrong to be having these thoughts. So carnal.

Outside of this room, this ship, the world is ending.

But…inside…inside me, something is being birthed. A seed I never knew was sown.

For I want this man…this alien. This Vullan.

In the Scrit, when I thought I was drowning, when his arms wrapped around me, I suddenly knew everything was going to be all right.

My gaze falls down his form, moving down his chest to the juncture of his thighs and my throat goes dry.

There’s a thick line there…like a fold…an opening… and beneath it, something moves…pulses.

My tongue feels heavy in my throat.

“Adee’ra…”

My name on his tongue makes me jump and I pull my gaze away from his…area, my heart beating harder than ever.

Fer’ro’s ears twitch but he doesn’t move, even though the light has already cleansed him.

Instead, he stands there looking at me, as if he is waiting on me to do or say something.

And the stupidest thing comes from my mouth. “You’re clean.”

His ears twitch again. “Yes, I am.”

There is a moment of silence where the air grows thick and I slowly want to begin sinking into the floor beneath me.

“It is your turn.”

His gaze flicks down my body so slowly, I become aware of every inch of me.

It lingers at my lips, my breasts, my stomach, the center of my thighs…

It’s hot in here.

“Right. My turn.” I take a step toward him. “And then…dinner?”

“Dinner…” He says it so low it sounds like a hum and the way he looks at me as he says the word…

As if I am the thing he wants to devour…

My thighs clench as I open my mouth to breathe.

I move closer, my ba’clan retracting to rest over my spinal column as I come to stand by Fer’ro’s side within the cleansing station.

I have to tilt my head as I look up at him.

Still, he does not move.

He is frozen as he looks down at me, his head turned to the side, and through the corner of my eyes, I see that same pulse in his crotch.

He has a cock hidden there.

I’m sure of it.

I’d thought…at first I’d thought he didn’t have one, but I should have known better.

I know enough about animals to know that various species have various dongs and though Fer’ro may look similar enough to us…he is not human.

Not all animals have their cocks on display like humans do.

Most reptiles don’t…

Reptile…

My gaze meets his and I utter a nervous laugh.

I should have guessed. His slitted eyes are a dead giveaway.

“You are baring your fangless teeth at me,” he says and I shut my mouth.

He sniffs the air then. “It is not aggression that I smell…”

That makes my cheeks grow warm. “No. No it isn’t. I was laughing. It means I am happy. Aggression is the last thing on my mind.”

He turns to face me fully then and his presence feels like it engulfs me.

“What is on your mind?”

My cheeks blaze harder.

What are the rules surrounding this sort of thing?

Are we even allowed to fuck?

Because I want to…

I just don’t know if it’s possible.

Fer’ro is a big guy…

“I’m sure you can tell what’s on my mind,” I whisper. “You keep sniffing the air.”

That elicits a growl that makes me clench my thighs again.

“I can,” he rumbles.

The light from the cleansing station moves over us, distracting me for a moment, and I get the chance to breathe.

I don’t think I can turn back from this now.

It is as real as the breath that flows through my lungs.

I want Fer’ro.

The thought makes me ache and Fer’ro suddenly inhales deeply.

He’s so close, I feel the pull of air against my skin, and then I’m being lifted off my feet.

I yelp a little as my arms automatically go around his neck.

Fer’ro’s large hands cup my naked buttocks as he pulls me toward him.

“You are intoxicating,” he rasps and the words vibrate against my skin.

Intoxicating.

I’ve never been called that before.

I yelp again as Fer’ro walks toward the wall. I am being lifted higher and it is only when my back hits the wall and my legs settle over his shoulders that I realize what he intends to do.

I only manage to squeal a little before his mouth closes over my center.

“Fuck.” How is he so good at this?

My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue invades me and I whimper.

It’s a soft sound. Almost like I’m begging him to stop but also begging for more.

Fer’ro growls against me, causing his tongue to vibrate between my lips and my hips buck.

His mouth is hot, wet, his tongue insistent as he laps at me and I start shivering as I grip his head, moving over the ridges that run all the way to the top where his locks are secured.

I grip them so hard, I feel when they become undone in between my fingers.

A sharp inhale has my back arching.

It feels like a flower garden is blooming between my thighs.

His mouth. His tongue.

Shamelessly, I buck against him and Fer’ro grabs my hips holding me there.

He moans against me again before his tongue teases my entrance.

I cry out against him, my body fighting to squirm as my legs go weak.

There is a moment when my consciousness leaves my body. That singular moment when I feel the thick, wet organ breach my entrance to slip deep inside me.

My eyes roll back, my back arches, my body goes limp as a moan barrels from deep within me.

There’s a sweet-flowing river that’s running through me and it shoots up into a geyser.

In and out he moves his tongue as his mouth closes over my clit. And then he moans.

It’s a deep vibration that has me stiffening. My toes curl.

I scream as the orgasm hits me so hard, I lose track of everything around me.

I feel rather than hear Fer’ro growl against my lips.

I can’t control my hips as I buck, tremors going through me, until I have to plant my hands against his head and push him away, for he isn’t stopping.

He’s lapping at my juices, still teasing that tender bud between my legs.

“Fer’ro,” I pant as he finally pauses to look up at me.

I could dive into those lava eyes. I can’t pull my gaze away as my body heaves and Fer’ro looks at me, his pupils so thin I can hardly see them.

He swipes his tongue over me again and I shudder.

“Please…”

His tongue pauses at my request.

“Please…I need you inside me…”

My entire body is flushed and I’m still shivering, my body jerking sporadically in the aftermath of my climax.

I don’t think I can handle more, but there’s a space between my legs, a hole that’s aching for something to fill it.

And I want to feel him…

“Fer’ro,” I say again, and then it hits me that maybe, just maybe, I’ve read all of this wrong.

Maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with me.

Maybe his people don’t do it the way I think.

But then… “Adira…”

He’s going to deny me.

My heart sinks and my whole being flushes for a whole other reason as embarrassment fills me.

Just what the hell was I thinking?

“If I pierce you with my sah-zi…you will be mine forever.”

I blink at him.

Forever?

Gingerly, I move my fingers to brush over the ridges that run down his cheeks.

He is so serious, I sober for a bit.

I don’t know Vullan customs. Maybe they’re monogamous and mate for life.

“You mean as in…your wife or something?”

“You will be mine,” he repeats. “You are already mine. From the first moment I held you in my arms.”

His voice has gotten deeper and his eyes are now completely lava, no pupil visible.

“If any other male tries to take you away from me…I will kill them.”

He says it so seriously, I have no doubt that what he says, he will do.

But this is the end of the world and I can’t deny I’m drawn to him too.

“I want you,” he says.

My tongue feels thick in my mouth but I manage to answer anyway. “Then why don’t you take me?”

Fer’ro’s body shudders a little as he breathes evenly through his nose. His breath brushes against my clit and I jerk again.

“You are too small. I might hurt you.”

What? I want to chuckle and brush it off but how big are we talking about here?

“I’ve pierced you with my tongue. Your entrance is small. Tight.” He brushes his nose against the inside of my thigh. “I do not want to break you.”

His tongue flicks out and moves over my skin and the feel of it makes me gasp.

I’m on this alien’s shoulders, his face buried in my cunt, and not once have I felt concern.

Fer’ro isn’t going to hurt me.

“It’ll fit. We humans, we stretch.” I try to glance down him to see what I’m working with but I can’t see from this position. “Just be gentle, okay?”

Fer’ro tilts his chin to look up at me and it is almost as if his dark skin is glistening.

Adjusting his arms so that he’s holding my waist, he allows me to slide down him until our hips line up.

For a moment, uncertainty makes me hold my breath, but then he’s grabbing my legs and I’m positioned between them.

I can only reach up and wrap my arms around his neck.

He pauses there, holding me like that, my back pressed against the wall, my legs widened as they wrap around his torso, and Fer’ro looks down at me.

His gaze makes little shivers run across my skin.

We don’t need to speak.

We only need to feel.

I think I hear it.

That distinct sound of moist flesh moving against flesh and I stiffen a little.

With a gentle touch, Fer’ro raises a hand to clasp my cheek and I can only focus on him.