Lost in her own desires, he was the instrument of her pleasure, and she was aware that he gave her exactly what he instinctively knew she needed.
Empathy.
She felt him more intensely than ever before.
Felt his desire climbing and tightening with each brutal thrust.
One big hand slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head with a gentleness that contrasted the power behind his fucking. She nuzzled against his chest, tasting the sweet salt of him on her tongue. Her body was tight enough to shatter into another orgasm. Each thrust brought her closer to her release.
“Come,” he whispered, his voice just a hiss of sound. The demand undeniable.
And she did. She broke to pieces as his single word launched her into her release.
He roared out his pleasure as his movements became faster—, jarring pumps into the deepest part of her. His pleasure was hers. His building climax, hers. Even the tightening of his balls as the pressures built…hers. Then he rammed into her, his whole body going taut as he came.
The hot pulses of his jetting cum shot into her so hard she cried out in shock at the sensation. He swelled, stretching her still further, and it was glorious. Her climax blinded her when it hit, driven higher when his teeth sank into her at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Everything in her mind blazed white with pleasure. His low growls vibrated through her from the point where his fangs pierced her down into her bones and straight to her pussy, fisting around his cock in time with her heartbeat and the throb of his cum fountaining into her.
The waves of pleasure slammed through her and swept her deep. It wasn’t like other orgasms that crested and ebbed. This storm lingered a long while. During the peak of it she clung to him, locked to him with more than her body clenching around him, or him pulsing inside her.
Stars were born and destroyed in that blissful moment. She could have died right then after discovering real happiness. Joy blanketed her, wrapping her close in a comfortable, warm grip. He held her when she sagged bonelessly against his chest. His strong hands soothed and eased her.
Every little movement only spurred more sensation and renewed the ripples of pleasure and caused his growling moan to vibrate through her shoulder. They shared a pulse. They shared a body. They were one.
The sharp sting on her shoulder disturbed her bliss, but only for a moment. “My Darcy,” Wharkuz’s thick voice growled possessively at her ear. His warm tongue laved the burning spot.
“You bit me,” she accused. Her lips and tongue felt thick and a little numb, as if she’d been drinking.
He uttered a most satisfied murmur of agreement before wrapping her in his arms. Distantly she knew they were still locked together and she loved that. Sleep pulled at her and she stopped fighting it, allowed it to draw her under.
Chapter Four
“Medical emergency,” the smooth, calm voice of the system announced. It wasn’t right that the computer should make that statement sound quite so cheerful. “Please report to the laboratory.”
Wharkuz grumbled sleepily, lifting his dark head from her belly where he’d fallen asleep. His tail remained wrapped possessively around her leg from ankle to her upper thigh. The flared tip flicking in agitation at the disturbance of their post-lovemaking bliss.
It was strange, wonderful and exotic, seeing her Wharkuz transformed. He was still her Whar and yet, so much more. Not only because there was more of him—he’d doubled in size during his healing—but also the difference in his colorations and fin shape and configurations. This was a being who was all male and predatory grace.
“Who is here to need us in the lab?” Darcy asked, whimpering in regret as he slid his arms from around her. The loss of his blazing warmth made her aching body pulse with disappointment. Was that her emotions or his? Impossible to tell for sure.
He assumed a listening posture and then grabbed her hands in his. “Sweetie. It’s time for her litter. Come. You must deliver her kits.” He flashed a big smile to her, twin fangs gleaming.
She squeezed his hands, willingly following him out of bed and laughed as he lifted her into his arms. Her feet left the ground as he nuzzled his cheek against hers. Ripples of affection, desire and happiness tingled over her skin. “You have to let me down,” she whispered against his jaw, pressing into his nuzzling as he scented her throat, his exotic fragrance marking her. “If you continue like this we won’t leave the room for the next few hours,” she warned between delighted gasps and laughs as he plied her skin with his warm lips.
“When we are sure that Sweetie is well, I plan to keep you here for days, my love.” His growl vibrated along her neck all the way to her heart and directly to her sex. She needed him as though they had not spent the whole night making love. Hard, rough and fast, tempered by sweet, slow teasing that bound her completely to this male.
He lowered her to her feet and bowed to steal one last, chaste kiss before sweeping a robe around her shoulders and helping secure the sash before drawing her out of the room. As usual, he didn’t bother with clothes, but she wasn’t accustomed to how different he looked.
His bare body was too sinful to be exposed like this. Just watching his strong body stalk ahead of her made her mouth go dry with wanting him. Though his cock had withdrawn into its sheath, his was no longer a flat Ken-doll groin.
He glanced behind him at her, catching her staring at his body and reached for her hand. “Come,” he purred in the same suggestive growl he’d used the night before when he’d urged her to orgasm.
Luckily he supported her when her knees went a little wobbly and drew her under his strong arm. “You’re horrible,” she whispered and pressed her cheek into his side as they walked swiftly down the hall.
“You look at me like I’m a stranger. It makes me want to tease you a little.”
When they finally reached the laboratory, they found Sweetie curled in Darcy’s old, discarded nightgown. She looked up at them as they came in, with what Darcy read as a smug grin. She was probably projecting, unless she was gaining some of Wharkuz’s empathy skills. Sweetie meowed around the purr rumbling from her throat. At her belly were six chubby white lumps, her kittens all eagerly feeding as the cat resumed grooming her brood.
“So much for an emergency.” Darcy laughed, slipping from the curve of her alien’s arm to move forward and kneel on the floor to check all her patients.
Fetching towels from one of the cabinets, Wharkuz joined her and assisted in transitioning the new kittens to the clean linens. He also verified, with a wave of the wand tool, that ach, along with the mother, was healthy. “Just to be certain,” he murmured at her bemused glance.
With a clean bill of health for all little ones and mother, the kittens were tucked into their makeshift bed of towels. Wharkuz puffed out his chest with pride as he watched the small family.
“You’d think you are the father,” Darcy teased, sliding her arms around him. They were still sitting on the floor and she couldn’t resist not touching him a moment longer.
“Well, it’s the first feline birth I’ve witnessed.” He pulled her into his lap, his big hand slipping under her ass to squeeze her backside. “It makes me want to be there for the birth of our young.”
She gasped, not only for the way his fingers squeezed her and pulled up the edge of her robe, but also in surprise. “Can we have children together?”
Baring his teeth, he inclined his chin slightly. “All the reports indicate we are fully compatible. You’re fertile. Apparently now that I’m fully transitioned I am as well. We are bound, which makes it possible. There’s nothing to prevent us from conceiving. If you want to. I hope you will want to.” He stopped teasing her and watched her expression.
She thought of this male being the father of her children and melted a little inside. Only a few days ago she’d thought it impossible for him to give their relationship a chance. She would love him regardless of his gender—male, female or neutral. She’d even convinced hers
elf that if he wouldn’t accept her, she could live just being friends with him and was prepared to close the door on her feelings if that’s what he needed. And now he was talking about making a family with her. “I want that more than I know how to express, my love. I don’t know how it will work, but I trust that you will find a way and you would never do anything that would risk me. Or us.”
“We’ll take things slowly. You and I must have our mating ceremony in the Merinn way first. That must wait until the arrival of the team.” He leaned in slowly and very lightly teased a kiss across her lips. “Now,” he murmured as he stood, lifting her in one graceful motion. “I believe I promised you hours of satisfaction.”
He returned her to their room and made more than good on that promise. He made her the happiest woman in the whole galaxy.
Also By Diana Rose Wilson
Forbidden Secrets
Wicked Masquerade
Snow Mistress
Taming the Brat
Blood Feathers
Paying the Dragon’s Price
Dangerous Seduction
Heart Bound
Angel Food: A Forbidden Secrets Short
Marcie + Mano: A Forbidden Short
Marcie + Mano: A Forbidden Christmas Short
SpiritBeasts
Lies That Blind
SpiritLands
An End To Summer
Gems
All Thorns Eve (Passionate Ink Finalist 2018)
About the Author
Diana Rose Wilson grew up under the shadow of the Mayacamas Mountains, raised by outlaws and bikers. She has been involved in the lifestyle since 1989 including working at a high end adult boutique specializing in fetish, BDSM and LGBT merchandise.
She writes steamy paranormal, fantasy and science fiction romance. Her books include the Forbidden Secrets, SpiritBeasts, SpiritLands and Gems series. From her adventures at her day, job working in local government, she collects inspiration for future heroes and villains.
Currently Diana lives in wine country with her husband, cats, African Gray parrot and Tibetan Massif. She enjoys travel, wine, cooking, loud Harleys, 3-day eventing and the delights of deviant erotica. She is a member of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and Romance Writers of America.
Waves of Desire
By: Charity Wells
Waves of Desire
Charity Wells
Betsy has always wanted to be a Keeper on the Reserve, a literal Garden of Eden in the form of an untouched planet. The first day of her dream job has her assigned to a tiny weather station in the middle of the vast ocean. She’s all alone, just her and the various sensors she’s in charge of monitoring. Or is she? When a sudden storm sends her tumbling out to sea, is this it for her? Or will a secret admirer swim to the rescue?
Kano has spent most of his life alone. His people are a solitary race, hidden deep in the depths of the ocean. They avoid the strangers who walk on the land and keep to themselves. But a new stranger draws him in, and curiosity tempts him in dangerous ways. Plucking the stranger from a watery death, he realizes how unpalatable his lonely existence is. He’s determined to keep his new treasure, if only she’ll have him.
Chapter One
Betsy
The Reserve, an entire planet dedicated to conserving its pristine ecosystems, and I had an entire island all to myself. I was finally here. Hired to monitor the weather sensors on this island, I was a simple station keeper, my dream job. Life was perfect.
Watching the shuttle leave was almost surreal. I waved as it lifted off, turned south and headed away to the next sector with my predecessor and my new neighbor, a foul-mouthed jerk named Deacon who spent the first half of the trip trying to arrange a booty call, then pouting when I turned him down.
Once it was gone, the island came to life. Birds chirped; animals called. Even the waves seemed to speak as they lapped at the beach. I strolled down to the water’s edge and kicked my shoes off. Rolling my pant legs up, I stood ankle deep and let the ocean pull at my feet. The silver flash of scales darted around me as fish came up to investigate.
The water was warm and soft. The breeze blew its salty tang in my face, playing with my hair. I closed my eyes and soaked in the quiet sunlight and the sounds of my new home.
Kano
There was a new flavor in the water. Something sweet and alluring. It called to me, beckoning me to follow it. I pulled myself out of the crevice I’d been resting in and swam up into the current, pausing in the entrance to the cove. The scent grew stronger. It was coming from the island. The strangers lived there, but they’d never left this taste in the water. What was it? I slowly crept through the water.
A figure stood in the waves, another stranger, but different, new. It was similar to the others, but smaller, shorter. It curved in places where the others had been flat and hard. Long dark hair hung from its head, waving in the wind. The water distorted it, forcing me to surface for a peek. Its skin reminded me of dry sand, pale pink and soft looking. It had its eyes closed; head tilted back as it stood in the water. Where were the other strangers?
The first strangers had appeared many, many seasons ago, arriving in a strange flying thing that looked nothing like a bird of any kind. They changed frequently. Old ones left, replaced by new ones. Some alone, some in pairs. None of them had ever drawn my attention like this one.
They were shaped much like my people. Two legs, a head, some hair, even the face was similar enough to be startling, but they had only two arms and no tail. Devoid of fins or webbing, they looked to be incapable of living in the water. No claws for protection. The center of their faces had a strange protrusion just under their eyes. They had no visible gills, but much of their bodies was hidden under a strange material.
I spent the rest of the day watching the newcomer. A pair of whitetails wandered too close and I made a quick meal of them. I was reluctant to leave the cove until I knew more about this stranger. The scent of the new one confused me and I wanted to know why. There was no sign of the others.
The new one left the water and moved around inside the den the others had used. Periodically it would come back outside and walk along the sand but it didn’t return to the water. As darkness fell, I saw it less and less until finally, the lights went out and the den quieted.
Slowly approaching the beach, I crept out of the water. I didn’t often leave the safety of the water, but I could. There was a moment of discomfort as the water drained from my gills and my lungs took over, but it was brief and barely noticed as I focused on the structure in the trees. The jungle was quiet, as was the stranger’s den. The newcomers had yet to discover my people; I had to be careful that my actions didn’t change that.
Carefully, I circled the strange, artificial cave, making sure to drag my tail over my tracks to hide them. There were openings on the upper walls, covered in a clear, hard substance. It was too dark to see inside though. The opening the stranger had used to go in and out was covered by another hard substance and wouldn’t yield under my hands. My fins flicked irritably as I was thwarted from further investigating the newcomer.
Rather than return to my cave, I scouted a new hiding place to spend the night. Tucked in between the rocks and reef, I found a small alcove with a good current flowing through it. It was too small for a razor-claw to reach in, but big enough for me to lay down comfortably. It would suffice.
Crawling into my hiding place, I wondered what was so interesting about this stranger. I risked being discovered if I strayed too close, but this creature’s scent intrigued me. It’s taste in the water had been very appealing, I had to know why.
Sleep was a long time coming.
Chapter Two
Betsy
Morning dawned sunny and clear, shining brightly through the curtains. It was still early, not long after sunrise, but I was ready to be up. A quick breakfast and I headed out to the beach. I wanted to swim a bit before it got too hot to enjoy the day.
Yesterday, I’d felt lik
e I was being watched, but wrote it off as being alone in a new place. Leaving my basket and towel above the water line, I waded out into the sea. The waves were low and easily managed. This time I didn’t stop at my ankles. Schools of dark fish darted away from me as I went knee deep. A flash of pink bumped my ankle and stopping me. Reaching down, I scooped up a seashell. Nearly as big as my hand and resembling a conch shell from Earth, it was a beautiful mix of pink and brown swirls that circled the tip and radiated outwards.
“Wow,” I murmured as I inspected it. Finding it empty, I decided to keep it as my first souvenir. I started to tuck it into the mesh bag on my hip.
Unexpectedly, a large wave rose up and slammed into me, knocking me off my feet. I lost the shell when the water closed over my head, rushing up my nose and choking me. Rolling with the wave, I flailed, trying to figure out which way was up. I could feel the current pulling me backwards along the sand. Saltwater stung my eyes, blinding me. My hair snagged on something, then yanked free, the sharp tug stinging my scalp. Something big and firm bumped into me, shoving me in the opposite direction of my tumbling. My head broke the surface of the water and I gasped, sucking in a breath and coughing. Another hard bump pushed me into shallower water where I got my feet under me finally.
Dragging myself out of the water, I flopped in the ankle-deep tide, trying to catch my breath as the waves lapped at my sides. I would need to be more careful. The wave had caught me off guard and I really didn’t want to drown on my first day on the job. I laughed at that thought, pushing my soggy hair out of my face. I’d apparently lost my hair tie. A splash drew my attention back to the waves and I caught sight of a large fin just before it disappeared.
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