Finding Alien Love (SciFi Alien Romance) (20 page)

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The feeling of Cade landing on the ground jostled Vivian awake and she sat up, nearly losing her balance and sliding from his back as she briefly forgot where she was. A pastel sunrise was coming over the horizon, pouring light over the dew-tipped grass around them. Vivian swept one leg over his back to join the other and jumped down with as much grace as she could muster, staring around them at the still, empty country club lawn.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

She turned back to him and was startled to see Cade had shifted. He stood close enough that she could see the streaks of color across the honeyed background of his eyes and her breath caught slightly in her throat.

"You were sleeping and couldn't tell me anywhere else to go. This is the only place I know outside of Killington."

"You never leave?" she asked, her voice softer than she had expected it to be.

Cade shook his head slowly.

"I was born there. Most of us stay there our entire lives. We aren't exactly…trusting of humans."

"Why? You seem to be the ones that would be more dangerous."

A slight, sarcastic smile curved his full lips.

"We might have claws and fire, but at least we dragons don't offer up our young as peace offerings."

Vivian gave him a quizzical look.

"Isn't that exactly why Arach and Aurora are together? She told me that their fathers promised them to each other before she was even born."

"She was born to be his. You saw them. Did they look like they were oppressed and forced to be together?"

Vivian remembered the look on Aurora's face as she led Arach out of the room, and shook her head.

"No."

"No, they didn’t. They looked like they couldn't wait to get each other's clothes off." Cade stepped up slightly closer to her and Vivian felt a tremble through her belly. "They are exactly as they should be; insatiable when it comes to each other."

"Are there women who are like you?" Vivian asked, her voice sounding faintly shaky as she said the words.

"You mean dragons?" Cade asked, stepping back and relieving the tension that Vivian could feel building in the space between them. "Yes. There aren't many that have actually stayed with the clan. Dragon births are rare enough, and female births are rarer still. Of the girls that are born into the clan, most of them stop shifting when they are teenagers and come to live in your world."

The statement startled Vivian and she felt her mouth fall open.

"They just live out here? With us?"

Cade laughed.

"Yeah, not even in captivity."

"I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. It's just shocking to think about interacting with people and not knowing something like that about them."

"Do you think you know everything about everyone that you talk to every day?"

"No, but –"

"How do you think Aurora's father knew about the dragons?"

"I don't know."

"Humans and dragons have been trying to build cooperative relations for generations. With as few dragons born as there are, there clan has been at risk of completely dying out. Part of the goals of the operative was to encourage marriages between humans and dragons so that the clan could continue. Not everyone is the biggest proponent of that, particularly the female dragons of the clan. I can almost guarantee you that you have encountered more than one of them in your life."

Images of people she knew flashed through her mind as if Vivian was trying to sort out the ones who could be dragons.

"How would I know?" she asked.

Cade adjusted the leather satchel over his shoulder and shrugged at her.

"Would you know looking at me?"

"Your eyes," she answered immediately, and then felt the burn of embarrassment across her cheeks.

A strange expression flittered across those very eyes and Vivian glanced away.

"We probably shouldn't stay here too much longer. I'm sure there are people who wouldn't be thrilled to find us walking across the grass at dawn."

His voice had changed, but Vivian couldn't place exactly what was different about it. She nodded and started toward the main building where she knew she could call for a car to bring them to her house.

They didn’t speak as they waited for the car or when they climbed into the backseat. She sat as close to the door as she could get and stared out the window, fighting the sudden urge to look at him. Her mind wandered to the feeling of him beneath her and the sound of his wings pressing through the air. She could still feel his powerful muscles shifting between her thighs and the smooth, strong feeling of his skin against her palms.

When they finally got to her house, Vivian led him inside and showed him to the guest room at the end of the hall opposite her bedroom.

"We should get a few hours of sleep," she said, watching him lower his satchel to the floor.

Vivian watched Cade gaze around the room as if evaluating every surface from the polished wood bureau in one corner to the antique vanity on the front wall, and finally to the white bed in the center.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I'm just used to stone and tapestries. It's very different."

Vivian offered a teasing smile.

"I guess we humans aren't all bad, are we? At least we know how to make our bedrooms welcoming."

Cade's eyes slid over to her as Vivian realized what she had just said. Without saying anything else, she closed the door and rushed down the hall to her room. Flinging herself down on her bed, she tucked her head under one of the pillows and let out a loud sound of exasperation and embarrassment.

Flipping over onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling. Twenty-four hours ago she was told her best friend was dead. Now she not only knew she was not dead, but that she was marrying a dragon and had entrusted her into the care of another dragon who wanted nothing to do with the arrangement but was sexy enough that all Vivian could think about was how much more welcoming she would have liked to make her guest bedroom. Finally she let her eyes close and tried to will herself to sleep. These were not the Maid of Honor duties she had originally signed up for.

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Neither could sleep for long and it was barely afternoon when Vivian and Cade walked into the bridal boutique. This was far different from the shopping trip for Aurora's first dress, which involved the bridal party, both mothers, and the wedding coordinator. Now it was just her and Cade standing in the cold, starkly white surroundings of the boutique hoping she could find a dress that would fit Aurora and also appeal to her somewhat exacting standards.

"Hello!" a thin, bright voice that seemed to perfectly match the surroundings of the boutique startled her and Vivian spun around.

A tall, wiry woman came toward her with a smile so intense it made Vivian take a step back.

"Hi," she said.

"I'm Kathryn. Are you looking for a gown today?"

"Vivian," she said, shaking the hand Kathryn extended to her, "Yes. I actually need something that I can buy today and take with me if that's possible."

Kathryn looked from Vivian to Cade and smiled even bigger.

"So the wedding is soon?" she asked in a tone that said she felt like she was being let in on a secret.

Her flowery perfume was so strong Vivian felt like she was standing in a cloud of it as Kathryn leaned closer to hear her response. Vivian opened her mouth to try to explain the situation in the simplest terms possible when she felt Cade's muscular arm envelope her waist and pull her up against his side.

"It's this weekend," he said in a silky voice.

"That's wonderful!" Kathryn said and reached down to take Vivian's hand.

Vivian glanced over her shoulder at Cade as Kathryn pulled her toward the dressing area in the back, her birdlike voice a stream of fabrics, silhouettes, and accessories. Before she realized what was happening, Kathryn had her in a mirror-lined dressing room and she was stepping into an elaborate gown. The bodice hugged at her body, drawing in her waist and creating lush cleavage from the deep sweetheart neckline.

Layers of tulle and satin felt heavy on her legs but she loved the way the skirt draped and pooled on the floor around her. She stepped out onto the small raised platform in the center of the fitting area and turned to Cade where he sat on a low white sofa. His eyes grazed across her, lingering on the neckline and the tight curve of her waist.

"I don't think that looks like…you," he said, but his voice lacked the criticism she would have expected.

"You're right," she said, suppressing a smile at his charade, "I think I would like something a little simpler."

Kathryn immediately jumped into action, corralling her back into the fitting room and handing her another gown.

Three more gowns hung discarded on the back of the door by the time Vivian stepped into a sleek satin sheath that draped across her breasts and hung low on her back. The color was soft like champagne and the delicate straps over her shoulders were narrow braids of tiny satin strands. She knew Aurora's slightly fuller body would fill it out perfectly and that she would appreciate the more muted color.

Vivian stepped out onto the platform and noticed that Kathryn was no longer standing sentinel beside a rack of gowns. She could hear her voice in the front of the store talking to another bride, and exhaled, relieved that the pressure of her watching every movement was gone at least for the moment.

"What do you think?" she asked Cade, turning slowly so that he could see the entire dress.

In the mirrors that surrounded the platform she could see Cade stand from the sofa and approach her. Without saying anything, he took her by her hips and led her backwards through the open door of her dressing room. Vivian gasped as he pushed her back against the wall. Keeping his hands pressed to her hips, holding her in place, he lowered his mouth to the swell of one breast and ran it along her skin. His lips were parted just enough that she could feel the heat of his breath roll between her breasts and down the front of the dress to her belly.

Cade pressed into her hips slightly harder as he moved his mouth to her other breast, turning his thumbs so they massaged into the soft valley between her hipbones. Vivian whimpered at the slow, deliciously torturous touch and tried to push her hips forward, wanting to will his hands lower. Maintaining complete control over her, Cade lifted his mouth from her breast, only to rest it in between them and draw his tongue gradually up the center of her chest and along her neck.

His lips hovered just above hers as he met her gaze intensely.

"What color are my eyes?" he asked in a direct, serious whisper.

The smell of sage was stronger now, its earthiness somehow building on the desire tightening in her belly. Her breath was coming in ragged pants and she couldn't bring the words forward. Cade dipped his head down to nip his teeth into her neck.

"What color?" he asked again.

"They look like honey," she murmured, bringing her hands up to his shoulders and kneading her fingers into the strong muscles there, "but with streaks of other colors."

A sound like a low growl rumbled in Cade's throat and he caught Vivian's mouth with his, urging it open with his tongue. Vivian complied, welcoming his tongue against hers and lifting her arms to wrap around his neck. He kissed her feverishly, and when he finally pulled his head back she felt breathless.

"Only women meant to be a part of the clan can see the colors in a dragon's eyes," he whispered to her through his own rough breaths.

Before she could reply, Kathryn's voice came to them through the dressing room door.

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Everything's fine," Vivian answered, forcing a high, casual note into her voice, "My zipper was just stuck so Cade was helping me."

"Did you find something that you like?"

Vivian felt Cade's mouth return to her neck and his fingers gathering her skirt so that it rose up over her knees and was slowly inching up her thighs.

"I did," he whispered against her skin and Vivian laughed, trying to push his hand away from her skirt.

"Yes. I think I found the perfect one. Thank you for your help."

"I'll just be in front when you're ready," Kathryn said and Vivian heard her footsteps scurry away from the fitting room.

Cade started inching her skirt up again and Vivian playfully batted his hand away.

"We have a lot more to do today."

His tongue flicked across her bottom lip and Vivian felt her knees weaken. Suddenly his hand swept her skirt out of the way and she felt his fingers trace up the inside of her thigh and slip beneath the elastic at the leg of her panties. She drew in a breath as they touched her, gathering the hot slickness already there and swirling it into her. Her hands gripped his shirt and she rose onto her toes in response to the touch, biting her lip to avoid crying out.

"It seems we do," he murmured before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.

She surrendered to his kiss and tilted her hips forward to offer herself completely into his hand. Muffling her sounds with his mouth, Cade continued the masterful movement of his fingers until suddenly Vivian felt her control shatter and her body release in a climax that left her sagging against him and sobbing for air. Cade trailed gentle kisses across her face and down her neck as he carefully withdrew his hand and let her skirt fall back into place.

"I'll wait outside while you get dressed," he said, reaching behind him to open the door, "I don't think Kathryn would like what would happen if I saw you naked right now."

Still trembling from his touch, Vivian quickly removed the dress, hung it back on its hanger, and got dressed. Cade took it from her hands as she stepped off of the platform, brushing another kiss across her lips. They went to the front of the store to buy the gown and Vivian noticed the incredible quiet of the boutique now that Kathryn was doing everything she could not to make eye contact with them.