Brynjar - Drogon King - SciFi Alien Soul Mates Romance: Bonus:Dream Alien: Celestial Alien Mates Prequel (A Drogons Fate Series Book 4)

by T. J. Quinn

  He kissed her back and allowed all his passion and desire for her take over, right there in the tub. Caresses and kisses were exchanged as well as nibbles and licks, sucks and pinches and soon they were both aroused as never before.

  Their passion instead of diminishing seemed to grow more and more with each time they made love and this time was no different.

  Entangled on a wild passion, they stayed where they were, and Brynjar helped her to go down his cocks, too eager to care about anything else. He wanted her, and that was all that mattered.

  With her hands on his shoulders, she rode him as fast as she could, oblivious to any pain the effort might cause her, entirely focused on the fire burning inside of her. She needed him.

  With her on top of him, it was easier for him to access her left breast and take her blood for the third time and give her his as well as they relished the orgasm ravishing through their spent bodies.

  But this time things changed drastically.

  As soon as the last drop of his blood entered her body, life fled her eyes and she went limp against him.

  Panicking, Brynjar pulled her out of the tub to the floor next to it and tried to revive with no luck.

  Colborn’s words echoed in his mind and realized what he had to do. He kissed her one last time and decided to take that last step, hoping to meet her on the other side.

  Putting his lips over hers, he closed his eyes and blew his fire inside her.

  Of course, he knew about the healing fire, he had used it in his own warriors more times, than he liked to remember, but he had never done it on someone that could end up hurt. But he had to, and he did.

  The blue flames left his mouth directly into hers going all the way to her very core. Despite his pain and his fear, he continued for as long as he could.

  He was about to detach his lips from hers when a sudden explosion of energy blasted him a few feet away from her.

  Astounded, he watched her whole body bursting into flames and slowly rising from the floor, with her arms and legs spread. She started swirling, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed to the point he could no longer see her clearly.

  He had never witnessed a thing like that, and he was sure he had done something terribly wrong when she finally stopped, and her body fell gently to the floor, wrapped in a leathery cocoon.

  He was about to close the distance between them when she started rising from the floor, displaying what he now realized was her new wings.

  The conversion had been done.

  She opened her eyes and finally looked at him.

  “Brynjar…” she murmured, sounding confused. “What happened?”

  He closed the distance between them and hugged her as tight as possible as if to be sure this was actually happening, that it wasn’t just a dream.

  When he finally convinced himself, he took a step back and guided her to the mirrored wall.

  “See for yourself.” He whispered in her ear.

  Eleanor looked at the image reflected in the mirror in front of her and had too much trouble believing it was herself.

  She was standing, for instance, and there was absolutely no pain. But the most amazing part was, she had wings, the ridges on her forehead and temples, scales and claws, just like Brynjar.

  She had never given much thought to the conversion since she had never believed she would become someone’s soulmate, but now, with reality hitting her in the face in such a blunt way, she was amazed.

  She turned to look at him. “Does this mean it worked? Am I cured?”

  He let out the happiest laugh she had ever heard coming out from him. “Yes, válkana, you're cured. Now, you’re one of us.” He confirmed, and she let out a scream that must have been heard all over town.

  They hugged and kissed and would have continued if there weren’t a few people banging on the door, clearly alerted by the noises coming out of their room.

  “I better open that, before they break in.” he said, chuckling.

  “We’re naked, and I have no idea how to put the wings away.” She said, flustered.

  He smiled and in a split second turned into his regular person, shoving a tunic over his head. “Just wish for it, and it will happen.” He explained as he walked out of the bathroom.

  “Yeah, sure… that can’t be that easy…” she mumbled, as she watched him disappear through the door.

  But she did as he told her and it actually worked. She was so excited with what was happening to her, she was having trouble believing, this wasn’t just a dream.

  Picking up a tunic, she walked out of the bathroom, amazed with how easily she was able to walk.

  There were several people gathered in the living room. Sasha was the first one to spot her, and her loud cry alerted all the rest.

  “Eleanor… you’re walking…” she muttered as she ran to meet her friend.

  “Yes… it’s amazing…” she said, with a wide smile.

  Brynjar quickly explained what had happened and the reactions didn’t wait.

  “You put her through the conversion?” his father, Jerrik, was the most shocked one.

  “I had no choice. She would have died if I hadn’t. The damage caused by Eskol was way too great.” He explained and she nodded, walking towards him and wrapping her arm around his waist.

  “Why weren’t we told about this?” Sasha protested, still coping with the information she had almost lost her best friend.

  “There was no time. We were flying unchartered galaxies, and too many opinions would have taken precious time.” Brynjar replied.

  “You could have killed her,” Sasha shouted.

  “I would have died if he hadn’t done it, Sasha.” Eleanor’s soft tone almost broke her friend.

  “You don’t know that.” She shook her head, not willing to believe.

  Eleanor left Brynjar’s side and crossed the room to take her friend in her arms.

  “Yes, I do.” She said, and there was so much certainty in her tone, Sasha was forced to believe in her.

  She hugged her friend tighter, allowing the tears to slide down her face and Eleanor did the same, though her tears were of sheer happiness.

  “I can see the change was complete,” Colborn commented watching Eleanor’s scales and claws.

  “Yes, it was. Later, when all the excitement fades away, I’ll explain it thoroughly to you,” he assured his friend.

  The doctor nodded, while his eyes slid surreptitiously to where Gil Ra was standing. Brynjar knew exactly what was going on through his mind and he couldn’t say he blamed him.

  After a bit more chitchat, Brynjar was finally able to push everybody out of the room. He needed time alone with his válkana. He wanted to be sure she was alright and that all the fear he had been through during those last minutes had been just part of a nightmare, that his love was there, with him and better than ever.

  He locked the door and turned to look at her.

  She was standing a few steps away from him with a naughty smile on her face.

  “Don’t you think that was bit rude?” She asked, watching him cross the room in her direction.

  “No… they were the rude ones, interrupting us the way they did.” He replied, smiling as he reached her and pulled her into his arms.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I still can’t believe this isn’t a dream.” She admitted, but not the part that I’m alive, walking and feeling better than ever.”

  “What then?” he asked, puzzled.

  She cupped his face and caressed his cheeks with her thumbs. “That you’re mine.” She said, with a shy smile on her face.

  “I’ve always been yours, my love.” He assured her leaning forward and claiming a deep, passionate kiss from her lips.

  Moments later, they were entangled in their passion, completely oblivious to the rest of the world, focused on the universe of pleasure and bliss they conjured each time they were together.

  Brynjar left her in bed sleeping a couple of hours later
while he went looking for Asgar and Egil. He wanted to know if he was on the verge of a war with the Slythonians or the kidnapping had been a one-man thing.

  He found them in the council room gathered with Colborn, Fritjof, and his father.

  “Tell me about it. What do we know about the Slythonian’s kidnap?” he asked, as he took his seat.

  “Not, since you reduced him to ashes before we could talk to him,” Asgar said, with an ironic hint.

  Brynjar looked at his best friend. “You would have done the same if I hadn’t beaten you to it.”

  The other man chuckled. “True.”

  They all had been shocked with the torture the lizard had put Eleanor through, though none had realized just how much until a few hours ago.

  “We’ve contacted the Slythonian vessel, and the captain informed us that Eskol had been dismissed from his position soon after the last auction. He refused to accept Rurik had been able to sell Eleanor so well.” Asgar continued.

  “So, he was acting on his own.” Brynjar nodded.

  “What has Eleanor told you?” Jerrik asked.

  Brynjar cleared his throat. “We… haven’t talked about it. We had other things in mind.” He explained, feeling like a teenager caught in the act.

  The other men chuckled, but they all understood.

  “What can you tell us about the conversion?” Colborn asked, apparently impatient to know more.

  Brynjar pleased him and gave them all of the details. “It was a terrifying moment when she went limp in my arms. It was hard not to panic and do what I was supposed to do, but as you can see it worked perfectly.” He concluded. “She didn’t lose any of her earthling features and gained all of ours.”

  “Now, all we have to know is what kind of babies you can produce,” Colborn said with a wicked grin.

  “Yes… Erin is working hard on that, to find us a way to get our female babies without having to abduct, but I’m afraid that would only help the next generation, not the ones we have now.” Fritjof added.

  “I know. We’ll have to get more women from Earth, but we need to get to a special agreement with the Slythonians, in order to get more women and faster.” Brynjar nodded.

  “They have all the means to do it, faster and quieter than us.”

  “I’m sure they won’t have a problem doing business with us,” Asgar said.

  “Perfect. I want you to start these conversations as soon as possible and warn them they won’t be treated as slaves like the previous ones.” Brynjar ordered.

  “Of course. I’ll get to it as soon as possible.”

  “So, when do we have a royal mating?” Jerrik asked, clearly enthusiastic.

  Brynjar chuckled. “Soon. I want to keep Eleanor for myself a bit more before I introduce her to the rest of the world.”

  “Perhaps we could make it multiple celebrations,” Jerrik suggested looking at all of the men present.

  “Yes, that would be perfect.” Brynjar agreed.

  A few minutes later, the meeting was dismissed, and he went looking for his válkana. It wasn’t a surprise finding her at the meal’s room surrounded by her friends.

  She turned to look at the door when he came in and immediately jumped out of her chair to meet him.

  The girls had been asking about her conversion and how it felt to be a drogon. She hadn’t been able to give them many details on the conversion itself.

  She had never been better though and that part she made sure to mention to her friends. It would take her a little while to get used to the ridges on her forehead, but other than that she loved the whole experience.

  The women asked Brynjar for the details she hadn’t been able to give them, and he patiently answered all their questions, though Eleanor was sure he was keeping a lot to himself.

  A few minutes later, they left the women to go for a walk in the gardens before the evening meal.

  “How are you feeling tonight?” he asked as if he needed her to confirm she was all right.

  “I’ve never been better, I assure you.” she murmured, staring at the moon.

  “That makes me the happiest man in the universe.”

  She chuckled and turned to face him. “I believe you have rivals for that position.”

  “Perhaps, but I am by far the happiest one.” He insisted, with a wicked grin. “Have you realized you’ll become my queen, válkana?”

  She tilted her head to look at him a bit startled. She hadn’t thought of that. He had never felt like a king to her. A king had always sounded like a distant, polite person, not someone you would love with all your heart and body. “I guess not. You’ll have to help me with that.” She said, scowling.

  “I’m sure you do an excellent job.” He assured her, cupping her face and kissing her lips gently.

  She closed her eyes for a moment before she locked them in his. “I’m so happy I’m afraid.” She confessed.

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You and your friends have brought new life and new hope for my people, and with your conversion, the sky is our limit.” He said, kissing her again. “You have brought love into my life, something I had lost hope ever finding.”

  “I feel the same way too, believe me.” She said tightening her embrace around him.

  They kissed again and got themselves lost once more in the haze of passion they conjured each time they were together.

  The future was looking brighter, and they couldn’t be happier about it.

  The end

  Dream Alien

  The Narovian Mates Prequel

  Clarissa Lake

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  CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  PROLOGUE

  Chaytok (shay’tok) Larrin ran through all the checks on his starship for a third time while he was waiting for lift off clearance at the Narovian Starport on the outskirts of Narov. It was a busy day at the Starport which was adjacent to the city airport. There were about two dozen starships waiting in the queue. Chaytok’s was number fourteen with about one lift off per hour since dawn.

  He’d already waited months, a few more hours would make little difference. All that mattered that he was leaving finally.

  Chaytok had returned to Narova after serving in the United Alliance of Planets combined military defense force. Outsiders had tried to take over one of the colonies in the Alliance had been terraforming for a thousand years. Colonists from the Alliance were already in route with a small fleet of settlers.

  The terraforming had cost so much and had taken so long, the Alliance was not just going to hand it over to some alien faction. They had taken a barren planet in a yellow dwarf system and made habitable for humans and humanoids of various species. The Alliance had offered to compromise and allow the aliens to settle there as well if they would join the Alliance and abide by their laws.

  Instead, the Efargans attacked the landing parties that were comprised of construction crews. Their lightly armed security teams were no match for heavily armed cyborg warriors. Two-thirds of the cr
ews had been slaughtered by the time the Alliance battle cruisers arrived with the special ground forces.

  Chaytok was one of that elite regiment, also a trained shuttle pilot. They were not cyborgs but wore state of the art, enhanced armor that put them on better than equal ground with the Efargan cyborgs. They fought hard and won, but the cost in casualties was high. Chaytok had been one of them. If not for his cousin Jecklin Fantis who dragged him back to the escape shuttle, Chaytok Larrin would be dead.

  Six months recovery time on his home world Narova was more than enough to make him restless to get back in space. While modern medicine had returned him back to physical fitness to perform his duties, it also gave him the opportunity to opt out of the service, that and the number of combat time he’d accumulated.

  He was ready to make a new life for himself, but the six months he’d been back on Narova showed him clearly that it was no place for him. It was way too civilized a man like Chaytok after the things he had seen and done. The most important thing for him to do all day was to entertain himself. The family farm and business were primarily automated.

  On Narova, Chaytok Larrin was just was just another wealthy feline heir with a huge trust fund. After his return from service in the Defense Force, he received full control of it and bought a ship with part of the funds. The rest saved to buy land on one of the more recently opened colonial worlds and begin a family of his own.

  So far, the Narovian Matchmaking Agency had not found his meomee---his fated mate or true mate. Chaytok was of a feline humanoid race that evolved on Narova before homo sapiens had been seeded there by a far older race. The Narovian Matchmaking Agency find mates for felines by DNA matching for complementary subjects. It is the opposite of familial matching. The service seeks a mate that will produce offspring with the best genes from each parent. Testing is voluntary, though most Narovians participate, because meomee matches with feline guarantee a lifelong monogamous, loving relationship.

  The Narovian agency was processing DNA from Earthers under the guise of ancestral evaluation, but again if was voluntary and somewhat costly for ordinary working people. Participation was random, so Chaytok was not surprised that no match was found.