Erun (Scifi Alien Romance) (The Ujal Book 4) (19 page)

“Not if you don’t get a move on,” she grumbled and he gave her a wicked grin. “Definitely not if I don’t get to look and touch you, too.”

With those words, he nudged her back and then his towel was undone, falling away as he stood as well. “I am yours to do with as you wish. Tell me, my mate. What do you desire most in the world?”

Vanessa’s gaze quickly darted to his cock, his length and hardness making her mouth water with the desire to taste him. “You, Erun.” She met his stare. “Just you.”

With a growl deep in his throat, he reached for her and she suddenly found herself bouncing on the large mattress. Erun flopped down beside her, his massive body aligned with hers.

“Before I touch you, before I take you, we must inject you. Are you ready,
lofei
?” Worry filled his expression and she couldn’t figure out why. If she thought
she
was unsure, her reactions had nothing on Erun’s.

“Get the hypo, Erun. Let’s do this.” She jerked her head in a brusque nod.

He leaned away from her, reaching for the small device resting on the bedside table. When he crowded close once more, he held up the device so she could see it. “This is your last chance.”

“Erun.” She rolled her eyes. “Do it already.”

“I…”

She wrapped her fingers around his and forced him to lower the hypo to her chest. “I want it right here. I want everyone to see the scar and know I welcomed the transition and becoming yours.”

His gaze softened and his worry vanished with that handful of words.

Together they pressed the hypo to her body. Together they made sure it was in the perfect place. Together they depressed the small button that would release his genetic material into her blood.

Unfortunately, they did not feel the pain together. Nope, Vanessa got all that on her own.

The liquid burned going into her body, setting the area on fire the very second it hit her blood. Then spread its razor-sharp tendrils scraping every nerve, every muscle, every vein. It sank its claws in deeply and scraped her bones, stoking the flames even higher. Her hand fell away from Erun’s and she grasped the blanket beneath her, squeezing it tightly as her back bowed and she released a strangled hiss from her mouth. She wanted to scream, to rant, to voice her agony, but it stole her very breath.

Sece really didn’t explain the pain part of the process.
Painful
was not the same as
you will feel like you are burning alive and will wish for death.

Very, very different things.

They were gonna have a talk when this was done. Which, she prayed, would be soon. God, how hard could it be to grow scales?

Apparently, very. Because the agony continued, pulsing in time with the rapid beat of her heart.

Thud. Thud. Thud.
Spots flared within her vision, clouding her sight and she closed her eyes against the rhythmic pulses, choosing darkness over light.

Her skin itched, seeming to stretch and scrape against the soft cloth beneath her. She wanted to claw at the itchy skin, soothe it by rubbing the area. She risked a quick glance at her arm, noting the rapid changes that occurred beneath her gaze.

Yes, her skin itched… because she was growing scales. Yellow scales. Not golden like Tabitha’s, but pure yellow like the sun.

The pain continued, pounding her and assaulting her as it increased. The more scales revealed, the more it hurt until she no longer breathed. Her chest couldn’t spread, her lungs couldn’t open so air could fill her. She writhed, thrashed as she fought her own body, fought to live. For Erun. For Tabitha. For their future.

“Vanessa, you must calm.”

He could fucking calm. Asshole.

“Vanessa!” Rough hands that felt so delicious only moments ago scraped her flesh. “Calm!”

She was going to stab him with his own trident when this was done. Just watch her.

“Vanessa,” he growled. Who the hell did he think he was? “If you do not calm, you will not live through this. Meet my eyes and breathe with me. Now.”

Bossy jerk.

But she wanted to live. She didn’t want to leave her growing family, so she forced her eyes open and turned her head toward him, fighting to clear the dizziness and battling for oxygen.

Panic filled his face—one of the deadliest Ujal panicked for her—and that had some of the edge easing. “Good. With me, now.” He grasped her hand and placed it against his own chest. “Count and breathe with me. You can do this. You can live for Tabitha.”

When his chest expanded, she fought to do the same. She only got a whisp of air the first time. A little more the second. By the time she reached the tenth she was almost back to normal. The pain still attacked, it still made her eyes water and her body tremble, but she wouldn’t die from lack of oxygen. With each inhale and exhale, Erun’s gaze cleared until his panic lowered to worry.

“Good. In and out with me,
lofei
. In and out,” he murmured.

In and out.

She kept with it until the agony was nothing more than an all over ache. Manageable. Normal. As if she’d chased after Tabitha all day without rest.

“Erun,” she whispered and licked her lips.

“
Lofei
.”

“I wouldn’t only live for her. I would live for you.”

Erun’s breathing stopped and his pulse stuttered. “
Lofei
, you…”

She shook her head. “You. Everything, all of this is for Tabitha and you.”

“How do you feel?”

“Achy?” She hadn’t risked another look at her body. The hand still pressed to Erun’s chest glittered with her new yellow hue, the bright color contrasting with the deep purple that covered his skin.

“You are glorious. I did not believe you could be more beautiful, but
lofei
…” he paused and his gaze caressed her from head to toe, “I have never seen another Ujal such as you. I do not know how I became so lucky, but I will claim you as my own before you can change your mind.”

“Then do it.” The twinges of pain lessened by the second while her scales remained. She stroked his chest, fingers gliding over his scaled skin as well, and stiffened at what she saw. She pulled her hand away and focused on her digits. The webbed ones. She spread them wide, staring at the new span of skin that connected one to the other. “I have…”

“You did not grow a tail, but these will allow you to swim well within the seas. Not as fast as a tailed Ujal, but Vados and Tave enjoy the feel of their mates on their backs. I imagine I will feel the same,” he murmured, the sensual heat in his voice drawing her attention. Need and desire filled his expression and she realized he was primed and aching for her, holding onto his control by a thread as he waited for her to recover.

He wanted her.

She wanted him.

“I’m not your mate,” she whispered. “Yet. I think we should fix that.”

“Are you certain,” he grimaced. “Only moments ago you hurt so badly you could not even scream.”

“And now I don’t. I want to finish what we began so we can look forward to the rest of our lives tied together.” She stroked his chest, tracing his muscles as she traveled farther south. He didn’t move as she caressed him, didn’t pull away as she stroked his hip or when she finally reached the base of his cock.

He definitely
did
move when she encircled his shaft and slid her fist along his length. Her yellow scales contrasted with the purple hue that slithered over his skin, and he was awed by their similarities… and differences. The main one seemed to be patience. Now that the worst of her transition was behind her, she wanted to slowly tease and tempt him just as he had her. Unfortunately, the tightening of her fist had a decidedly different effect.

One moment she lay beside him, teasing him, and the next she was beneath his bulky form, his muscular body hovering over her. Erun shifted his hips between her thighs, forcing her to spread wide as his thickness lay hard against her wet slit. A flex of his hips had him sliding along her slit, caressing her with his dick, the tip nudging her clit as he rocked back and forth.

Vanessa moaned, the pleasure from the pressure and intimate glide consuming her with the sudden movement.

“
Lofei
,” he whispered and moaned. “I will make you mine.” He increased the pressure, grinding against her exposed center, and she moved with him, taking pleasure as he gave it. “Is that what you wish?” Another press, another slide of heated flesh on her slick pussy. “Is it?”

“You know it is,” she whimpered. He’d thrown her from aroused to desperate with the simple change in position and now she couldn’t think beyond where they touched.

“Then you will be mine.” He pushed up, easing back until he rested on his knees. She opened her eyes with the loss of sensation, meeting his gaze and then her attention dropped to the juncture of his thighs. To his cock. To his hand as he stroked himself and then brought his sticky digits to his mouth. He licked his palm and then sucked two fingers deep, moaning as he tasted… her. He was tasting
her
. “Delicious. I cannot wait to consume your flavors from the source, but I fear if I do not get inside you soon, I will embarrass myself.”

He kept one hand on his dick, fist sliding up and down while he caressed her inner-thigh with the other. His thumb teased the very edge of her pussy lips, stroking through her closely cropped curls. His gaze remained centered on her pussy, purple eyes unmoving for a moment before he finally raised his attention to her eyes and… there was so much emotion in their depths that it stole her breath.

“I keep demanding your agreement,
lofei,
because I wish you to be sure of your choice, but I cannot wait any longer.” He leaned forward, positioning the head of his cock at her opening. He teased her with the tip, sliding it in an inch before retreating once more. “The truth is,” in one great thrust, he slid into her, filling her, stretching her, consuming her in a fiery blaze of possession. “You are mine.”

* * *

She is mine.

Vanessa’s slick pussy clenched around him, holding him tightly in her pleasurable depths. He swallowed his moan, fighting not to find his release before he had his mate screaming his name to the seas. And she would. He would not rest until she
came
. That was the human word. He wanted his mate to
come
. A lot.

But first he had to endure the first rush of ecstasy that overtook him as he possessed her. Emotions he’d long ago buried rushed forward, growing in strength with every passing second as he became accustomed to her tightness. He knew he was large and—in the past—he had given females a chance to become used to his size.

Never before had he had to take a moment to acclimate himself with a female’s snug wetness.

I have never had a mate before, either
.

Erun leaned forward, bracing his weight on his hands as he stared down at the female—his female.

“I am inside you.” He was not sure why he whispered, but he did.

She smiled wide. “You are.”

“And you are mine now.”

“Am I?” She raised a single brow. “I seem to recall that an Ujal male had to spill within his mate…”

He lowered himself, easing close and capturing her mouth with his. Their tongues tangled and he suckled her, caressing and tasting her at the same time. She moaned against his lips and her legs slowly eased along his thighs until they encircled his waist. The longer the kiss lasted, the needier his mate became, her hips gently rocking.

Erun gradually eased the kiss and pulled back until their lips were a hairsbreadth apart. “You have my blood in your veins and my cock in your pussy.” Her pussy clenched with his blatant words. He would have to thank Rhal for explaining human terms for anatomy and the effect they had on females. “What else do you desire?”

“Your cum,” she whispered, face turning pink beneath her yellow scales.

This time, he assisted her gentle pace, pressing his hips firmly to hers. “You wish for me to release inside you?” After the next retreat, he pushed hard and deep, straining to fill her as much as possible. “Is that what you wish?”

“Yes.”

He brushed a soft kiss to her lips, savoring the sweetness for a moment. “I shall always grant your every desire.”

With pleasure… for both of them.

With her thighs around his waist, opening her to him, he withdrew and then carefully reseated himself, savoring the groan that escaped his mate’s mouth. She tightened her grip, squeezing him firmer as he repeated the motion, a gentle retreat and a forceful thrust.

It was slow, seductive, and anything but gentle. Each time he filled her, he jarred the bed, sending it thumping against the wall. And each time he filled her she moaned, or gasped, or groaned. He could not decide which sound he loved the most. He would simply pull them all from her and savor the pleasurable symphony.

He settled into a steady rhythm, one that sent waves of pleasure through them both, the ecstasy sliding into his blood and stroking him from inside out. Each time he thrust forward, Nessa squeezed him, her pussy constricting like a fist around his cock. She milked his dick, body seeming to beg for his cum, and he wished to give her all she desired.

His pace once more increased, his possession as deep and forceful as ever while he sought to give her joy. He wanted her to scream her bliss, shout his name as she found her release.

And that was what he did. He worked harder, panting and grunting with his thrusts, allowing his pleasure to rise, but not so high that the end overwhelmed him. He had to make Nessa come first.

“Come for me,
lofei
.”

She whimpered and moved against him, dropping her feet to the mattress and then she was active in their lovemaking. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, slamming their bodies together. The sounds of flesh on flesh lewdly filled the air and he did not believe he’d heard anything so lovely in all his years. It was them—their mating—aloud.

“Erun, s’good,” she whimpered and rolled her hips, rubbing against him and she cried out when their bodies connected. He repeated the exact motion once more, drawing another shout from her lips.

He continued with the movements, rubbing his pubic bone against her and he realized he must be caressing her clit as he
fucked
her deep. He liked that word. Fucking. He was
fucking
his mate. Hard. Fast. Deep.