Текст книги "Wed To The Alien Prince"

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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KANUZ

This is less than ideal. My tail propels me through the water, toward where the zeloth’s most sensitive. The water is dark, yes, but not too dark to see. For my sweet wife, though, it must be terrifying. I set my jaw. There is nothing to do but move on and escape this place. I slice through the water, dodging to avoid a flailing arm of the great water beast.

Still, I cannot help but echo my mate’s thoughts.

I wish I had a better weapon.

Sure, the zeloth is not as huge as I feared, but it is still a formidable opponent. To take it down, I will have one opportunity to strike its delicate underbelly. They cannot live out of the water, but I would not risk my Gen to lure it out onto dry land. I have to do this right.

If I miss, it will latch on to me and feast on my blood.

Even my hide is no match for its many knife-sharp teeth.

I hate to think of what the zeloth will do to my prickly but delicate mate. The thought spurs me forward, bubbles leaking from my nostrils as I careen towards my target.

There.

The soft, pale blue underbelly. I stretch my hand out, preparing to rake my talons across it, eviscerating it in one blow. I kick, closing in. One inch. A half inch.

Something wraps around my ankle, and I yell, the water swallowing the sound. As the creature tows me under, all I can think of is my sweet mate, and how I have failed her.

Gen

I pace the shoreline, the zeloth or tentacle monster or whatever preoccupied with Kanuz’s ill-advised swimming lesson. Tentacles smash across the surface, and I don’t bother dodging. I’m drenched. In fact, the displaced water laps at my ankles.

My eyes widen, and I look down.

Oh, fuck me. My heartbeat speeds up, and I can feel the adrenaline kicking into overdrive, sending tingles down my fingertips.

It’s not displaced water.

The water is fucking rising. As I watch, open-mouthed, it surges past the tops of my boots.

“Fuck me.”

A hoarse swear interrupts my reverie at this new shit-stain of a situation, and when I look up, the goddamn monster’s holding Kanuz up by an ankle, blood leaking into the frothy water.

“The water’s rising,” I yell at him.

“Go for its underbelly,” Kanuz shouts back, his eyes wild.

“Oh, so now you want to include me in your death-defying behavior?” I mutter, looking around for something, anything, I can use as a weapon. It better be death-defying. I don’t want anything to happen to Kanuz. I don’t want to do this alone.

I need him to be okay.

“Hang in there,” I yell, ransacking my mind for a solution. The water continues to rise, way too fast. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

“What else would I do?” Kanuz responds, growling as he slashes at the tentacle holding him aloft. For a moment, I stand stock-still, unable to do anything but watch as he severs the tentacle. When he crashes into the water, my body unlocks, and I splash around like a chicken with its head cut off before settling on a sharp-edged rock.

Better than nothing.

My boots slosh as I move, the water nearly to my knees. They’re going to weigh me down. Fuck. I put the rock down, unlacing my waterlogged boots as fast as I can. They float where I abandon them, and I work at the wet button to my pants, losing those too. I need to move as quickly as I can if I have a snowball’s chance in hell of finding the tentacle monster’s underbelly.

I didn’t even know tentacle monsters had bellies, but here I am, in alien hell, learning all kinds of new, fucked-up shit!

Clad in my underwear, I shiver as the water hits my thighs, grabbing the sharp rock from where I’ve left it. The current of the rushing water tugs at my legs, pulling me backward, but I grit my teeth and push through to where Kanuz disappeared into the dark depths.

“Fuck the Federation,” I grit out, furious and pumped up with adrenaline. “Fuck them for doing this to us.” The alien monster makes a strange wet-sounding scream, and I glare at it. “And fuck you, too!”

I take another step forward, and my bare foot lands on nothing.

I’m in too deep now. I snort, then fill my lungs with air, and plunge into the abyss.

Cold water rushes all around me, and I open my eyes, trying to get my bearings. It’s pitch black at first. But as I swim deeper, narrowly avoiding the tentacles, which seem occupied with Kanuz, definitely the bigger threat of the two of us, something blinks brightly deep, deep down.

A tentacle lashes at me, and bubbles burst from my mouth as it tears at my leg. I don’t bother looking back, pushing deeper and away from the pain, away from the thrashing water above. The little lights below beckon, and I swim faster, my ears popping and lungs starting to burn.

Fish. It’s little white fish, all glowing, as they flit around a circular object… bubbles stream from my mouth, and I try to make out the sculpture carved underground.

A serpent, slithering up a tree. No, not a tree. I swim as close as I dare, my brain yelling at me to breathe, as I try to get a better look.

It’s a fucking handle. It’s a water release valve.

It’s a sluice gate.

Holy shit. Hope wells in me, and I kick my legs as hard as I can, dots dancing before my eyes with the need for air. It takes much too long to reach the surface, and I cough as I suck as much air in as I can.

“Gen, get its underbelly!” Kanuz shouts at me, still battling the thing.

“There’s a door under there,” I scream. “I’m going to open it.”

“Good, yes, my brilliant flower, do that.”

“Don’t die!” I shout at him, noting in a rising panic that he’s bleeding from several deep lacerations.

“I will not die before I have claimed you,” he says dramatically.

“My hero,” I tell him, and I’m not even sure if I’m being sarcastic. I’m pretty impressed with him, to be honest. I start hyperventilating, trying to flood my blood stream with oxygen. Hopefully the Suevan goddess didn’t fucking rust the damn valve, or her little pet tentacle monster is going to have a nice dinner.

Okay. I can’t put it off any longer. I take one last gulp of sweet cave air, and I swim as fast as I fucking can, heading for the sluice gate. The glowing fish dart around me, unbothered, and my ears pop as I yank at the gate. Nothing happens. Shit. That’s not working.

I blow out a controlled stream of air, my face twisting as I strain at the door. Nothing.

“Fuck,” I mutter, losing more air as the water swallows the word. Stupid.

I twist the handle this time, bracing my feet against the stone floor. A muffled clicking noise interrupts the rushing of water.

The sluice gate gives.

I twist more, relief and need to be out of this goddamn pool overriding every cell in my body screaming for more air. My thighs burn, the metal tearing my palms where I grip the bar, and heave, throwing my weight against it.

Might be easier if I were Suevan, but I’m a human, and I’m still gonna fucking do this thing.

When it swings open, I am unprepared for the shift in the current.

Stupid, stupid, idiot sandwich.

The gate grinds all the way open, and I’m immediately sucked into the opening, my chest burning with the need to breathe, my brain yelling at me to keep my fucking mouth and nose shut.

Water rushes around me so fast that I squeeze my eyes shut, crossing my arms over my chest and holding on to myself for dear life. Guilt tugs at me just as hard. Kanuz. I want to sob, but I’m too afraid to drown, so I simply hug myself.

My head breaks through the surface.

I gasp in a lungful of delicious oxygen, and this time, I let myself sob. Relief and fear both pound through me, and I can’t stop crying. I’m alive. Kanuz is… not here.

I look back, trying to figure out how to get back to him, taking stock of where I am.

Stone walls rise up around me, barely visible through a dense crush of verdant foliage. The water continues to spill around me, up to my waist, but I’m sitting in it, mud thick around where I press my palms into it. Birds call to each other from the treetops, and in the distance, I can hear a fucking dinosaur.

Some kind of courtyard?

I stand slowly, still dizzy, exhausted from the rush of adrenaline leaving my body. I’m still crying, though the intensity of it has faded, leaving me whimpering as I trudge back through the muddy bank, searching for wherever it was the torrent of water carried me from.

“Kanuz, please be okay,” I say, crying openly, rubbing my palms against my arm. Mud cakes my feet and ankles, and still I walk, to where water flows freely through a huge pipe. It’s still coming so fast. There’s no way I can swim through it to get to him.

Numb, I stand and watch it flow, waiting for a flash of green in the frothy blue, some hint of his skin.

But only water keeps rushing through, and another sob wracks me as I watch it flow.

“Kanuz, I don’t want to do this without you,” I choke out, my hand at my throat. “I need you with me, you have to be okay. Please, please don’t be dead. I need you, you smug, funny, handsome alien prince.” Tears stream down my face, and I hiccup, the water finally slowing. “I’m sorry I’ve been mean. I’m sorry. Please just come out of there. Alive.”

A hand clasps on my shoulder, and I scream.

“My flower, I did not know you thought I was handsome.” His voice is smug, but I’m too relieved to care.

I throw myself at him, sniffling as I wrap my arms around his broad chest as best I can. “You’re here, you’re okay,” I say, and I’m not sure if I’m reassuring him or myself.

“You solved another riddle, my sweet flower. And you have not been mean.” He pulls away, drinking in my face. “You have been yourself, in a rough situation. You have been a soldier, and a warrior princess, and a fine companion. Plus, you are very nice to look at.”

I throw my cheek against his chest, suddenly crying harder.

“Why do you make water?” he asks earnestly, and I hiccup a laugh. “Are you ill? Did you drink too much of it?”

“It’s called crying, and it’s perfectly normal for humans,” I tell him, amused. “We do it when we’re sad. Or happy. Or angry. When we have a lot of emotions.”

“I am sorry I have caused you so many emotions.” He tilts his head. “Which one do you say you feel the most?”

I snort. “I’m relieved. I’m so happy you are okay.”

“I like this crying, then. I am relieved we are both well.” His arms curl around my bare skin, and I tense for a second, remembering I’m in nothing but underwear, then relax, hugging him tighter.

His body goes taut under my hands.

“Are you hurt?” Gingerly, I step away from him, or try to, but he pulls me back.

“The zeloth inflicted several wounds, but none are serious.”

I inspect him, raking my gaze over his hide. He’s bleeding from several places, but nothing looks too deep, thank goodness.

“You bleed, too,” Kanuz says, his expression darkening. His hand slips down my hip, down the expanse of my thigh, to a laceration about two inches long. It seeps blood, but it’s not deep. A purple bruise is already raised around the edges of the wound, though. Even his gentle inspection makes me wince.

“We’re alive.” I hang my head back, exhausted. “I was starting to wonder if I’d ever see the sky again. What happened to the monster?”

“The zeloth?”

“No, the other monster,” I say, then grin. “Yes, the zeloth.”

“It died when over half of it was exposed to the air. Immediately.” He frowns. “It was deeply unpleasant to witness.”

I am so fucking glad he’s alive, and I can’t stop myself from throwing my arms back around him.

“Perhaps I should fight zeloth more often, if this is the reaction I will receive.” His voice is husky, and a hard mass prods against my bare leg.

I want to laugh, but it dies in my throat.

Maybe it’s the near-death experience. Maybe it’s the overwhelming relief at seeing him alive, his smug smirk firmly in place. Maybe it’s because, if I listen to the little voice deep inside, I know I like him.

Really like him.

So with all the emotions tumbling inside me until they’re polished and shiny, I do the only thing possible.

I tug his big, handsome face down to mine and kiss him like I mean it.

And I do.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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KANUZ

Her kiss steals my breath more surely than any threat of danger ever has. My relief at seeing her whole and alive is eclipsed by my affection for her. Need rages through me, the need to rut my mate until all the terrors of the past days are forgotten, until the world contracts and is only her and me, forever.

Her mouth is firm on mine, insistent, needy, and though my wounds throb gently, they will not stop me from taking anything she offers.

From taking everything she offers.

A growl rises in my throat as her tongue flicks against mine. My hands skate across her soft hips, the lean muscles in her stomach, until they stop at her rib cage, where her breasts are caged by thin, stretchy material.

As though she can read my thoughts, her hands press mine down. For a moment, regret fills me, that she won’t allow me to touch her, that we will stop at these fervent kisses and nothing more.

Until her fingers find the edge of the material, and she tugs it up, over her shoulders, tossing it behind me.

I cannot tear my gaze away from her. “Gen-eveeve,” I breathe, saying her full name.

Her blue eyes are full of fire, and she takes my hands, guiding them over her full breasts. They are soft, and luscious, and the perfect handfuls. I groan, harder than ever.

“You are so perfect,” I tell her, bending down and lowering my head to her pretty pink nipple. I flick my tongue against it, and she gasps, the sound sending lightning through my veins. Her fingers curl through my hair, blunt fingernails scraping my scalp. I groan, my eyes half-closed, as I tug the delicate nipple into my mouth, sucking lightly.

“Kanuz,” she moans, and the sound of her pleasure, of the hot need in her voice, is the most incredible thing I have ever heard.

My grip on her waist tightens, and I lick her nipple, the scent of her desire clouding my thoughts. All I want is to hear her lose herself, to watch as her eyes grow hazy with pleasure, to hear her say my name as she comes on my tongue.

I switch to the other breast, and she huffs a shaky breath as my fingertips replace my mouth.

“Kanuz,” she says again, and I wrap my arm more fully around her, supporting her weight as she melts under my ministrations. Her skin is so soft. Every sigh of pleasure is a gift.

“What is it, my flower?” I ask her, then lick her sensitive nipple.

“I want to see if you’re as good as you say you are.” There’s no hesitation in her voice, and I cannot help the wide grin that spreads across my face at her boldness.

“I am glad you are not shy, my princess. I want to hear you tell me everything you want. I want you to hear you beg for it.”

“You have the dirtiest mouth. It’s driving me crazy.”

I pause, flummoxed, and look up at her. “My mouth is clean.”

Laughter bursts out of her, the sound so light and musical it makes my heart soar.

“No, no, it means I like the way you talk.”

“My words are dirty?”

“No.” She gives her head an emphatic shake. “I really like how you talk to me. A lot.”

I inhale deeply, and the proof of her words sings through me. “Then let me tell you this, my Gen. I would feast upon your cunt until all you can do is whimper, because words have lost their meaning. We would need no translators.” I pause, running my finger down her stomach. She shudders as my talon hooks the edge of the small garment blocking her cunt from me.

“We would need no translators,” I continue, “because all that would matter is how wet you are. How tight you’ll be around my cock. How good it will feel when you come all around me.”

“Oh, yes,” she says, her eyes dark with lust, her body pliant against mine. “Let’s put that dirty mouth to the test.”

I growl, ripping the piece of fabric down the center. “I like all your challenges. I like all your edges. I like how underneath your prickles, you have a soft, kind heart.” I drop to my knees, ripping her garment.

The flimsy material falls away, and my mate is bared to me, her scent even stronger now. I clutch her to me, savoring her. Savoring the soft, silken skin of her stomach against my cheek. The surprising curly hair that covers her here. The delicious smell of her, so mouthwatering I can take it no more.

I grip her hips, raising her up as she squeals. “Spread your legs for me, like a good wife,” I command, and she groans, doing as I bid.

Her legs fall apart, and I raise her muscled body up until her legs fall across either shoulder. She squeals as I lick down the seam of her body.

“You are delicious,” I tell her. “You are already wet and ready for me, Gen. Have you been this wet the whole time? Have you been this ready to be bred every time I look at you?”

“Kanuz,” she whimpers, her fingers gripping my hair tight, squirming as I breathe against her glistening pink cunt. “Please, please.”

“You are so polite like this,” I tell her, my arousal painfully hard now, precum dripping from the tip, soaking into my pants. “Maybe I should make you straddle my face more often. I like it when you beg so nicely.”

“Then please, please do it again.”

I cock my head, enjoying the tight quality to her voice, the way her whole body is tight against mine, her thick, muscular ass in my hands. Her upper body curves over my head, and I slowly lower myself to the ground, so that she’s seated on my face.

She raises up slightly, her chest heaving, but I yank her back down.

“You asked so nicely, my Gen, now enjoy your reward. You say that human females can come more than once, right? I will make you come until you cannot take it anymore.”

“Oh, Kanuz,” she moans, her fingers scrabbling against my skin.

I lick her sweet flesh, teasing her, listening to her gasps and cries as I run my tongue all over her cunt. There is a small nub at the top of her pretty pink slit, and she seems to like it best when I make small circles around it, teasing it.

When I suck it hard, she nearly jumps away from my face, groaning. Juices drench my mouth and chin, and I lap them up greedily. Her legs begin to shake, and I grin against her cunt as I continue to tease her, thrusting my tongue in and out of her body.

“Did you enjoy that, my little human?”

“Yes,” she says, her body going taut again.

My need for her blazes higher still. I lift her off my face and onto my stomach. She lets out a little moan, writhing against me.

“I want you, Gen,” I tell her. “I want you badly.” I search her face, expecting her to deny me. Hoping she doesn’t.

“I want it, too,” she tells me, her cheeks flushed as pink as her swollen cunt. “I want you, Kanuz.”

There’s an unexpected sweetness to her words, and it sends me past the edge of control. The tightly leashed restraint I’ve choked myself with the past few weeks snaps. Growling, I grip her hips, and she cries out, wide-eyed, as I roll her to the ground, throwing her legs wide open.

My pants can’t come off fast enough, and I grunt in frustration as she rubs her hand down my hardness.

“My laces are too wet.”

“Let me,” she says. Her gaze rakes over my cock, and it sets me on fire. Undone by it, I hold her face in my hands, claiming her mouth in a savage kiss. She opens her mouth to me, so pliant and greedy I nearly spill early.

I cannot resist this female.

And I no longer have to.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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GEN

This is the beeeest!

The prince did not tell a single lie, no he did not! I’m flying on the wings of one of the best orgasms in the history of orgasms, so fucking happy my alien is alive and well I can’t even stand it.

Kanuz kisses the daylight out of me, and I taste myself on his tongue, which makes me even hotter for my slab of scaly muscles. The knot on his pants finally comes undone, and I pull away from his kiss, tugging his sodden pants off as fast as I can.

He laughs, and it’s a dark sound, full of promise. It sends a fresh shiver through me, and he pulls his pants the rest of the way off, his huge cock swinging free.

I swallow, eyeing it slightly warily.

I mean, it makes sense that it’s massive, considering my alien is close to seven feet tall, and I’m no stranger to dicks, but this one is… big. And bumpy. And there’s a thing sitting above it vibrating.

Curious, I reach out, stroking my hand across it.

Oh, yeah, it’s vibrating, all right.

“That is my xof. It readies our females to be ripened.” His voice is tight, and sure enough, when I glance up at him, his eyes are squeezed shut.

A smirk climbs across my face, and I run my fingers over it lightly again. His cock jerks, white fluid beading at the top. It’s sensitive, all right.

“You think to tease me?” he rasps.

“I—” My words fail as he raises his fingers to his mouth, biting off two talons cleanly.

My eyes go wide as I realize what he’s about to do.

“I promised you as many orgasms as your human body will allow,” he tells me, one hand braced against my chest, pushing me back into the ground.

His other hand spreads my legs wide, and then his dark head dives between my legs, his rough tongue running all along my already sopping pussy.

“Oh, Kanuz,” I groan, his thick, blunted finger entering me.

“You are so tight,” he tells me, his voice thick. His tongue swipes across my clit, and I cry out, overstimulated and already on the edge again. “You are going to feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“I want that,” I say, practically sobbing as he sucks my clit, adding a second finger inside me.

“Tell me again,” he growls, the words resonating against my core.

“I want you deep inside me, Kanuz, now,” I’m begging, spun up on need and lust and a warmth towards this male that I would never have thought possible.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You taste so good.” His tongue darts out again, and I arch off the ground, burying my hands in his thick black hair, pulling his head closer still.

I’m grinding shamelessly against his face, and he picks up the rhythm I set, licking and sucking and nibbling until I’m so goddamn close—

And then he stops, pulling his fingers out of me with a wet, sloppy sound as I moan in desperation.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says.

“Yes,” I moan, needing to be filled, feeling so empty and close and then he’s there, his huge head pushing at my entrance.

“Relax,” he growls, his newly shorn nails teasing over my clit. His mouth covers mine, swallowing the animalistic noises erupting from me, his fangs pressing against my lips, so different and so right.

He thrusts his hips forward slowly, his cock slipping further inside, inch by inch. Kanuz trails kisses down my jawline and neck, and I shiver, my legs shaking.

His xof vibrates so hard I can feel it as he enters me, and then he groans, thrusting hard, and I cry out as he seats himself fully inside me.

We stare at each other for a long moment. His xof vibrates harder, and I moan, my eyes wide, as it stimulates my clit.

“Are you ready, my flower?” he asks, and the question is so sweet, so full of unexpected worry, that affection sweeps through me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He doesn’t move though, not yet. Instead, he stares down at me, his gaze full of wonder. He raises one hand up, tracing a finger across my jawbone.

“I must be the luckiest male alive, to have one such as you.”

My heart skips, and I smile up at him. I’m about to say something else, when he moves, and any rational thoughts disappear.

Oh. My. God.

The bumps. The vibrating. My hands fly to his hips, and my eyes roll back in my head. So much sensation.

So good. My body quakes, and I raise my hips to meet each thrust. He’s so tall that my head’s at his chest, but he curls down, kissing me softly and staring into my eyes as he picks up the pace.

“Feels so good,” I say, completely lost in the overwhelming surge of feeling. I wrap my arms around his waist, running my fingernails down his back, savoring every muscle, every ripple of power.

“You are everything,” he groans, “everything. You are mine, do you understand me?”

“I understand,” I whine, his xof driving me higher and higher.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his pace savage and fast.

I wrap my legs around him, nudging my feet into him, so close again I’m nearly out of my mind with pleasure. “Yours, Kanuz, yours.”

“My princess,” he says, and the words are victorious.

When he kisses me again though, it’s tender and soft, and it doesn’t feel like a loss, not at all.

I fall apart with a cry as his tongue sweeps across mine, his fingers tweaking my nipple as I shudder beneath him.

He comes a moment later with a brutal thrust, and I can feel it—his cum hot, searing through me.

I cry out again, the feeling winding me tight and loose all over again.

Finally, I slump, my legs quaking, and he pulls me tight against him.

“Now sleep, Princess.” His fingers comb through my hair, and for once, I don’t have a comeback. It’s all too easy to fall asleep in his arms, safe, the Suevan sky overhead.

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