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When her hands fisted his hair and a little mewl escaped her
parted lips, she only barely heard him say, “Spread your legs Eden, and hold on
to me.”

She nodded, unable to talk. To breathe. To think.

Then he parted her folds to expose her pink flesh, her
undoubtedly hard clit. When he licked her again and again in long, slow, hot
strokes, she was glad her hands were all but anchored to his head. Glad she’d
lied about being his intended, despite the constant, niggling guilt.

He growled, the sound reverberating along her clit. Her eyes
popped open as she gasped shocked delight.

Then he showed her no mercy, centering his attention on her
hard nub, his lips and tongue caressing, rubbing and licking. Until a sharp,
startled cry burst from her lips and she imploded, a climax that juddered
through her womb and left her boneless and weak.

When her orgasm finally subsided, he crooned huskily,
“That’s it,
Sheehar
.” And sliding a finger into her tight channel
lubricated with her own cream, he added, “You’re ready for me now.”

She shook her head. “No. Not yet.” At his bemused
expression, she said, “You’ve pleasured me. It’s my turn now.”

He surged to his feet, his blue eyes an electrical storm,
dangerous and beautiful. “I can wait for—”

His sentence ended on a strangled hiss of breath when she
fondled his arousal through his pants. “I. Want. To.”

It was his turn to close his eyes as she continued to caress
his length. It didn’t take her long to get the gist of foreplay. She judged his
preference by every sharp intake of his breath, every barely audible groan.

Her other hand trailed low. He evidently loved the way she
stroked the length of his thick cock in varying speeds while cupping his heavy
balls that seemed full almost to bursting.

Not good enough.

Passion ignited something wild and unrestrained within.

She dropped to her knees.

She wanted—needed—him to be on the point of explosion.

“Eden, what—?”

His question ended in a part groan, part growl as she
mouthed his cock through the alien fabric, closing her lips on the bulge that,
incredibly, grew harder and longer still. She edged lower, tonguing his
engorged sac.

“Gods, Eden, there’s only so much I can take,” he said
hoarsely.

Her smile was all on the inside.

He reverts to my real name when he’s unable to think logically.

She continued to suckle and lick, aware he’d feel every
touch, every stroke through the gossamer thin alien fabric, as though naked.

His outspread fingers took hold of her scalp, urging her on
then stilling her just as quick. “No more,” he uttered, voice strained.

When he released her, she straightened to her full height
and looked up at his flared nostrils, his taut face. “I’m not doing it right?”
she asked, all innocence, though she knew he was close to release.. She might
be inexperienced, but she wasn’t stupid.

“You couldn’t be more right if you tried,” he growled. He
bent, lifting her effortlessly back into his arms. “But I want to show you how
much better it can be between us.”

Shameless need pulsed through her womb, her pussy.

His nostrils flared, as though scenting her desire. A muscle
in his jaw clenched. “I want you to experience the pinnacle of pleasure,
Sheehar
.
But if you keep arousing me to this level, I seriously doubt I could take you
without self-control.”

She arched a brow, even as her cunt muscles squeezed with
unrepentant need. “Hard and fast?”

His brow lifted in turn. “Hard and furious, Princess.”

He strode through another hanging shield that parted before
them, into a smaller room where a
caltronian
fur was spread on the floor
as though a splash of crimson on dark clay.

He laid her on the thick rug then followed her down, his big
body covering hers.

She writhed, arching against him, loving the feel of his
hard cock scraping against her inner thighs. With a hoarse mewl she parted her
legs, opening herself wide to him. Beckoning. Pleading.

His eyes flashed pure carnal need. “Not yet, my
sheehar
.”
He shifted his weight onto one forearm and slipped a hand low. When he rolled
her sensitive clit under his thumb pad and took the tip of her nearest heavy
breast into his mouth, she wondered if the sharp pleasure escalating within
could possibly be surpassed.

Then his mouth pulled on her nipple and he slid one finger,
then two inside her pussy in gentle rhythmic slides that had her panting with
desire and yet feeling somehow incomplete.

Without breaking tempo, he turned his attention to her other
breast. She arched even farther as he drew the peak into his warm mouth, his
teeth scraping over her nipple and his tongue laving away the sharp pleasure-pain
before he suckled. Hard.

She gasped, stilling at the rush of warmth spiraling through
her body and only distantly aware that his free hand had moved to clasp his
thick shaft, guiding the head of his cock to her center.

“Now you are ready,” he said hoarsely.

She nodded jerkily.

He pushed into her moistness and drilled past the barrier
that caused her to tense with shock.

“Eden?”

She swallowed. “I’m…okay. Just wasn’t expecting it to…burn.”

“I’m bigger than any Earth man would have been,” he murmured,
dropping kisses on her nose, her brow and the side of her neck.

“Then I guess I can only be thankful I’m not fully human,”
she croaked, soon forgetting about the pain and instead delighting in the
sensations his mouth alone created.

He returned his weight to both forearms and she could only
assume he waited for her inner muscles to adjust to his size.

That will never happen.

Her chest heaving as though she’d ran a great race, she grit
her teeth and clung to him, hands splaying across his ass when he slowly
withdrew, until only the head of his cock remained buried in her pussy.

His stare took in her every reaction, undoubtedly perceiving
that her pain had receded while the demands of her body took over.

“Better?” he asked hoarsely, jaw clenched and eyes glinting.

She nodded. “I think so…I’ll let you know…after we’re done.”

His breath wafted over her face as he laughed, almost
painfully. And yet there was a note of certainty in his voice when he said,
“When we’re done the last thing you’ll feel like doing is talking.”

He drove back in, his cock sliding all the way to his balls
and forcing the breath from her throat.
“Sheehar,”
he whispered
possessively before his hips swung back and forward, his cock stroking inside
her with a smooth, rhythmic action that generated a friction and heat that had
all previous pain dissolve into the recesses of her mind.

Her nails gouged into his ass cheeks while pleasure built
all over again. “Oh, God,” she whimpered, almost scared by the fierce
sensations she had no control over, “I think I’m going to come.”

“Allow me,” he said hoarsely.

An electric charge burst from his cock and vibrated along
her pussy, imploding as though fireworks within.

She cried out, hurtling beyond the pinnacle of bliss and
only half aware that Genesis too, had succumbed to the moment. He slammed into
her with everything he had, his hips locked into place and his seed pulsing
thick inside her even as he shouted out her name, so much louder than before.

As she slowly came back to ground, weightless, boneless,
Genesis rolled onto his side and took her with him, gathering her close. She
wallowed in his strong embrace, breathing deep of his hot male scent before she
allowed sleep to take her, murmuring indistinctly, “All this time…I’ve been
missing out.”

Chapter Four

Eden didn’t want to wake. Not yet.

Not while delicious dreams still lingered and utter bliss
had her wrapped in its spell. Not while the warmth of Genesis’ chest warmed her
spine, one of his arms slung possessively across her hip, his other arm beneath
her shoulder.

She sighed, luxuriating in the afterglow created by his
amazing lovemaking. God, sex was so much better than anything she’d imagined.
Not even the most explicit book had given any real indication of how good the
experience could be.

Her breath caught in her throat. What if their union had
created more than a brief interlude in ecstasy? Dear lord, what if she was
pregnant?

Reality sank its barbed claws into her consciousness.

Her child…children, would never get to meet her mum or dad,
nor her sister if Eden was able to sabotage the tower’s airwave transmitter.

Her belly twisted sickly. Never mind the fact she’d do
anything in her power to destroy the aliens device to find their intended Earth
women…she’d never see any of her family again.

She could only hope and pray that Bonnie had returned home
with the gold chain and pendant around her neck, giving her family a good
indication of what had happened to her and where she’d gone.

Bloody hell.
She’d been gone for just a day and
already homesickness beckoned. She tensed. No. Far longer than one day. Three
weeks, while she’d been induced into a coma-like state.

Genesis’ powerful arms flexed around her, a stark reminder
of where she was and who she was with. His breath tickled her ear, sending tingles
down her spine as he murmured, “I wondered how long it’d be before you woke.”

Her eyelids flickered for a moment as she adjusted to the
glaring brightness. The suns seemed harsher than ever outside, lighting up the
bedroom of his home
—donya—
better than any Australian summer, though
inside it was pleasantly cool.

She lay still and taut in his arms. “I’ve been sleeping a
while?” she asked.

“Eleven Earth hours,” he said with a hint of laughter in his
voice. “Not bad considering I cleaned off your virginal blood and you didn’t
stir once. And that’s not to mention you’ve not long woken from being asleep
for close to three Earth weeks.”

He’d cleaned her? Somehow she felt no embarrassment. That
he’d cared enough had her inwardly smile. As for her deep sleep, she’d always
been that way. And there was no question her first sexual encounter had worn
her out. She cleared her throat. “What about you? Did you sleep too?”

“Not for nearly as long.” One of his hands hooked a strand
of her hair behind an ear, one of the many strands that’d worked their way
loose from her topknot. She really needed a shampoo and a brush. His voice
deepened into a husky timbre. “I found myself wide awake, enjoying the
scenery.”

Self-consciousness caused her face to flame, undoubtedly as
bright as her damn hair! Though on Earth it hadn’t mattered that she’d never
matched up to Aline in the beauty stakes, right then, in what was rightfully
her sister’s intended arms, it suddenly mattered a hell of a lot.

Guilt returned all the harder knowing she’d deprived Genesis
of a mate so much better suited than she. She swallowed. Hard. “Well I hope you
weren’t disappointed.”

His disbelieving chuckle stroked her senses and caused her
to fire up as if she was freshly lit tinder. But all anger and guilt dissolved
the moment he clasped her nearest hand and guided it to his too-hard cock.

“Does it feel as though I’m disappointed,
Sheehar
?”

Her breath snagged. Stark need instead fought for dominance.
“No,” she said raggedly.

Definitely not disappointed.

Relief crashed around her even as she bit back a sudden sob
that threatened to give away her true feelings. But it was a sob built from joy
and hope and a whole lot of other emotions she didn’t want to examine too
closely, especially when Genesis’ lips trailed down the back of her neck, his
fingertips gliding beneath her breasts.

“It’s too soon, isn’t it?” she asked unsteadily, wishing
just this once she was experienced and wise in the art of seduction. Especially
with his cock still held loosely in her hand, his shaft satin warmth over steel
hardness. She cleared her throat and clarified, “To do it again, I mean.”

“Not unless you’d prefer to wait.” His gentle tone was laced
with a passion that was unmistakable, but it was gratifying to know she was in
charge.

She shook her head. “No. No waiting.”

His hand skimming past her belly, her breath expelled in a
rush as he headed to her pussy lips and sank a finger deep into her moist cunt.
Dear lord, definitely no waiting! Her body all too easily accepted his entry
and only wanted more as he pushed in and out in effortless slides.

As her hold on his cock instinctively tightened, he rasped,
“You keep doing that and I won’t be held responsible for how hard I take you.”

A spasm of lust gripped her for long seconds, followed by an
overwhelming need to experience his lovemaking fully, unmitigated and without
restraint. She brushed her thumb along the slit of his cock head, finding the
bead of pre-cum that instantly formed and swiping it across his shaft. “You
forget I’m half
Carèche
, I can take everything you can give.”

His voice roughened, deepened. “You don’t know what you’re
saying.”

“As your intended, I want to experience all of you, gentle
and not-so-gentle.” Somehow the lie at being his intended came easily to her
lips this time. Because, like it or not, if she had any hope of being happy, of
being his partner for real, she had to believe it even to herself. Pressing his
cock between the lips of her pussy, she added, “And I know exactly what I’m
saying.”

His hands moved to clasp her hips and, with a harsh groan,
he pulled her back and thrust forward. The slick glide as he entered her was
all raw power, setting up an unrelenting, dominant rhythm that all too quickly
accelerated in pace.

This was no long, slow lovemaking to be savored. This was
wild and reckless and no holds barred, where every thrust slapped skin-on-skin,
where his every grunt and groan was an echo of her own.

She closed her eyes, soaking in the pervasive, incredible
sensations of his cock hammering into her pussy from behind. But when he pulled
free from her, then flipped her around so that she lay on her back, her lashes
flicked open. Her breath caught. Poised above her, he was possessive and
dangerous…and a whole lot more.

She didn’t have time to acknowledge his possessiveness was
for the wrong woman. She didn’t have time to worry about what he’d think and do
if he found out the truth.
Holy shit
. She didn’t have time to worry
about anything but the moment. Not when he took hold of her thighs and slid
deep, sheathing himself in her pussy.

She swallowed back a sob, wishing her lover really was her
intended even as she wished that she didn’t feel such a powerful connection to
him. A connection that felt more than physical, despite knowing she wasn’t his
true intended.

Angling her a little, his next stroke punched into her
G-spot. All thought dissolved and she surrendered to him completely. The burst
of his hot seed and an electric charge reverberated to her toes and back,
detonating the climax impatient for release.

Wow.

She smiled at the all-over delicious sensation that left her
floating long after the act, even when he gently disengaged from her wet heat.

He swept over her face with assessing eyes and murmured,
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head, totally languid by the aftereffects of
great sex. “Not unless orgasms are fatal.”

His laugh rumbled from his chest and seemingly filled the
bedroom. “You’re precious,
Sheehar
, you know that, right?”

She turned in his arms and whispered, “I think I’m starting
to believe it.”

He frowned, as though incredulous she’d think otherwise. “Of
course you are. Don’t ever doubt it.”

She nodded. “Okay.” Did he have any idea how big a gift he’d
given her by melting away most—if not all—her insecurities? If she was honest
with herself, she had more than once felt envy that her parents coddled Aline
so much, even knowing it was because they thought they’d soon lose her.

His eyes searched hers. Then he smiled, lightening the
intensity of the moment. “Good.” He leaned forward, his lips covering hers in a
quick, hard kiss. “Now let’s get you bathed and dressed. My people are growing
impatient to meet you.”

It was only then she heard the faint murmur of voices
outside.
Oh crap.
Had they heard her cries of ecstasy? She pushed aside
the thought, she had enough to deal with. Genesis climbed to his feet and she
accepted his outstretched hand before asking him wryly, “Your people couldn’t
have met us when we arrived earlier?”

He grinned. “Let’s just say in the six weeks I was away, all
but Trasean and Auron celebrated the coming of their princess.”

Her hand locked in his. “Ah.”

She’d seen her father overindulge in a little too much of
the Earth wine that had been stored in the cellar by the family who’d once
lived in the house. It’d been hilarious. But the resulting hangover had caused
him to avoid wine from then on in.

That was one night. Six weeks of celebration
seemed…excessive.

His grin widened. “A princess is cause for much revelry.”

At least under Genesis’ rule the alien laws seemed relaxed.
She released a breath. She only hoped she didn’t need to fall back on that bit
of information should her real identity be exposed.

He tilted his head to the side. “Are you okay?”

Her smile was genuine when she said, “Of course.” She crinkled
her nose at him playfully. “Now, where’s this bath?”

Leading her through another shield, she discovered the
“bath” was actually big enough to be classified as an in-ground pool, or at
least a nice size pond, the fabric of the
donya
floor evidently having
water-proof capabilities to hold the large volume of water.

She put a toe into the steaming water. “Oh, that is so
warm!”

He nodded. “The three suns keep the lake at a constant
temperature.”

“Then wouldn’t it be easier to just go outside and bathe?”

He shook his head. “The lake isn’t like the water you find
back on Earth. It contains many toxins and naturally occurring chemicals that
thrive in the warmth. Only the most adept of our planet’s creatures can
tolerate
Carèche
lake water.”

“So…this water is safe?”

He held her hand and walked with her down the four inbuilt
steps, the water lapping luxuriously at her toes, thighs then belly. As she
sank deeper into the bath he explained, “Yes, more than safe. It’s travelled
through our shield pipes, which absorb the poisons and impurities.”

She released his hand and sank to her neck with a blissful
sigh, her green eyes reflected in the clear water. She might already have been
clean, but after so many weeks without a bath this was…magic.

“Come here.” Genesis beckoned, retrieving a shampoo and
conditioner bottle from an alcove nearby. He smiled at her evidently wide-eyed
expression. “When we realized how much Earth women adored these, we bought a
big supply of bottles back from Earth with us.”

She freed her hair so that it tumbled past her shoulders,
the ends slapping the water. Genesis’ eyes flared with appreciation, then she
dove under the water to fully wet her hair before surfacing close to him.

He reached for her and turned her around, so that her spine
was close to his chest while he massaged a good dollop of citrus-scented
shampoo into her hair. When he helped her to rinse and then repeat with
conditioner, she said, “Let me guess, the shields absorb any Earth chemicals
from the shampoo and conditioner too.”

“Yes.”

Something tickled her toes and she pulled her foot back with
a start.

He chuckled. “A
kio kio
plant.” He shrugged. “They’re
a woman’s best friend, and not just because they’re amazing bath cleaners.”

“Oh?” she asked, finger-combing her hair before wringing out
much of the moisture and tying the still-wet strands back into a practical
topknot.

“I’ll show you later—with pleasure. But right now our people
are waiting.”

The faint murmur of voices outside grew in volume while they
dressed. When Genesis reached for her hand, she was all too glad. Following him
to the front entrance, butterflies flittered in her belly, a sudden anxiousness
to please the people who followed him and called him their prince.

The shields parted and Auron and Trasean stepped forward. With
a flourish, they unfurled a
caltronian
fur and laid it on the hot ground
so that she could stand outside in her bare feet.

“Thank you,” she said to the pair of alien males, trying not
to think about the fact they could well be her future brothers-in-law, if they
found her sister.

They nodded, then drifted back, allowing the others to step
forward to meet her.

Genesis stood close as he introduced an Earth woman whose
brunette hair was shorn into an almost masculine cut, which seemed to enlarge
her already big green eyes. She wore some kind of thin foot covering in place
of shoes. Three men surrounded her protectively. “This is Madge and her three
intended, Nem, Larl and Parmae.” A smile curling his lips, he added, “And their
baby, Carmella.”

Eden’s breath hitched as she caught sight of the baby,
completely disregarding the fact this human woman had three alien husbands as
she stared at the tiny form in the woman’s arms. “She’s so small.” She looked
up at the human, whose pride was all too evident in her beaming face. “May I
touch her?” she asked.

Madge nodded. “Of course, Princess.”