Alien Portals: A SciFi Alien Multiverse Romance Novel

by Ruth Anne Scott

  When Galadriel reached the top of the hill, she paused. A breeze pressed the dress to her legs and ruffled through her gradually drying hair. She gazed out over the desert beyond the hill and saw the outline of a dark oasis in the distance. She walked toward it, a strange feeling of anticipation filling her as she drew closer. Though she and Vyker had been alone with the exception of the parasites since they had met, there had been a sense of heaviness and fear settled around them the entire time. Now that she was walking toward the oasis, she felt as though she were leaving the world behind her and stepping into a private, isolated space for only the two of them.

  The thick palm trees of the oasis solidified in her line of vision, and again she could smell water. This time, however, she could also hear it, a soft rushing sound that told her somewhere in the depths of that oasis water was moving. Galadriel stepped through the trees, and the palms filtered the starlight and the bright glow of the moon, creating a softer ambience. She walked further into the oasis, following the sound of the water, and the pull in her chest that told her that Vyker was close. Soon, she approached a dense stretch of grasses that allowed her to look through tall palms at a wide pool cradled in the midst of the lush plants. For a moment, the pool looked empty, but then she noticed the outline of a figure across the pool.

  Vyker was standing with his back to Galadriel, a narrow waterfall trickling down the rocks in front of him from what she assumed was another pool higher up. She watched as he filled his hands with the water from the stream and poured it over his head. It wasn’t until then that she noticed how long his hair was. She could only assume that he had had it tied up behind his head as they made their way across the desert, but it was now down, pressed to the back of his shoulder blades as the water streamed over him.

  The water of the pool stopped at his hips, and she was able to see the incredible muscles defining his back and arms. Dark lines around one bicep looked like a tattoo, and points of light from above him accentuated the healing wound that curved around his waist and onto his back. She took a step forward, wanting to both stand hidden in the trees to watch him and be in the water with him. The sound of her step seemed to catch Vyker’s attention, and he looked over his shoulder. For a moment, they stood in silence, locked in and staring at each other, neither seeming to breathe. There was nothing that she could do now. She couldn’t turn away and pretend that she hadn’t come looking for him.

  He turned around slowly, revealing the chest and belly that had made her mouth water the first time she saw it. Now that she was looking at his body without him lying wounded and suffering on the floor of the cavern, Galadriel allowed herself to drink it in, unashamedly following the deep V of muscle that led down between his hips and disappeared into the water. As he moved to take a step toward her, the water moved just enough to tease her, revealing more of his body but still not letting her see all of him. She reciprocated his movement, moving through the grasses to the edge of the pool and leaning down to release the ties on the sandals that she wore.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Galadriel stepped out of the sandals and lowered herself to sit on the edge of the pool, letting her feet dangle down into the water.

  “What are you doing here?” Vyker asked.

  Despite the confrontation in the words, his voice wasn’t angry. It sounded almost imploring – questioning not just why she was in the oasis with him, but what had brought her into his existence at all.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked.

  Vyker continued slowly toward her through the water, not taking his eyes off of her face.

  “You can’t be,” he said. “You can’t be here.”

  “But I am.”

  “I don’t want you to be.”

  His voice was becoming quieter with each word, and she could hear the husky hint that told her he was struggling against the feelings that were overtaking him.

  “Why?” she asked, lowering her voice to match his volume. “Why do you keep trying to pull away from me?”

  “If I carved those engravings to tell us what we need to do to save the wall, that means that you were here before, but I don’t remember you.”

  “It hasn’t happened yet.”

  “But you went back. You were there to see the engravings.”

  “So?”

  “I’m not there. None of my kind are. More than the streams separate us, Galadriel. There is almost unimaginable time that parts this moment from the moment when you stood in front of the wall in your own stream.”

  Galadriel shook her head.

  “No,” she said. “No time separates us. This moment and that are the same. I was with you then, and I am with you now.”

  “You weren’t with me,” he said, “and you won’t be again. Regardless of what I feel for you, it can’t last. We’re going to be apart.”

  “No we won’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now that Vyker was only inches from her, and she could see the planes of his face and the shimmer of his eyes in the filtered starlight. “I’m here. I’m with you. I only want to be with you.”

  Vyker’s hands came to her ankles beneath the water, and the thrill of his skin finally touching hers rocked through her. His touch moved slowly up to her calves, and he wrapped his hands around them, easing them apart. He continued up, moving the skirt out of the way as he went so that he could position her legs further apart. Finally, he reached her thighs and paused. His fingers traced along the outside from her knee up to her hip and then back. She trembled at the touch as the anticipation that she had been feeling as she approached the oasis intensified.

  His hands glided back up her thighs and over her hips so that they settled on the small of her back. She gasped slightly as he pulled her forward, causing her knees to part further and her thighs to settle on either side of his waist. The movement brought them face to face, and Galadriel could feel his breath trailing down the front of her neck. He drew his hands out from behind her back and brought them to the sides of her face, cupping her jaw in his palms. His thumbs stroked along her lips, tracing the outline of the bow and the bottom curve. Galadriel parted them, and he took the invitation to lightly dip the pad of one thumb into the opening.

  Galadriel’s eyes drifted closed as she let the tip of her tongue touch his skin. A moment later, his thumb moved away from her mouth only to be replaced by his lips. She sighed into the pressure of his mouth on hers and relented to the coaxing of his tongue by parting her lips to welcome it in across her own. The kiss was electrifying, and yet there was nothing rushed or urgent in it. Instead, Vyker seemed to be savoring the feeling of her, and exploring her mouth with tender determination. She took her hands from the ground beside her and placed them on the sides of his ribcage before sliding them up and over his shoulders to rest at the back of his neck. The long strands of her his hair tangled in her fingers, and she latched onto them as if searching for security and stability in her grip.

  Vyker pressed closer to her, and Galadriel felt her core nudge against his hard belly. The sensation made her whimper, and he pushed his hips forward so that their bodies were tight against each other. As they kissed, Vyker took his hands from her face and ran them along her back. The thinness of the fabric of the dress made it so that she could feel the warmth of his skin and the dampness of the water from the pool through it. When his hands reached the small of her back, he paused and used his fingers to gather her dress to her waist. She lifted her arms above her head to allow him to glide the delicate, filmy dress away from her body and drop it to the ground beside her.

  When she was only in the lingerie, Vyker stepped back so that he could see her fully and took her in. Galadriel felt exposed and vulnerable, but not in a way that made her afraid. Instead, she felt beautiful and desired in a way that she never had, as if she were offering herself to Vyker fully and completely. He ran his fingertips along the narrow strap of delicate, lacy fabric over her shoulder and eased it out of place, kiss
ing his way along the skin that he revealed. He continued his progress, revealing the other shoulder and easing the straps down so that the garment hovered just over her breasts. Galadriel took a deep breath and felt the fabric move down over the swells.

  Vyker’s head dipped, and she felt his tongue slide between her breasts, carefully tracing the side curve up one, back into the valley, and then up the other. He gently pulled on the light blue fabric that still covered her, causing it to slide down completely, and finally, Galadriel felt the nighttime breeze on her taut, hardened nipples. She gasped as his mouth closed down over one and arched her back to press further into the sensation of his tongue encircling her nipple and giving a gentle, but insistent suck. Vyker’s hands returned to her hips and she felt him tighten his grip on them so that he could lift her effortlessly off of the side of the pool. He stepped back, bringing her with him and settling her into place around his waist again. The water caused her to slide slightly downward, and she felt his already raging erection pressing against her.

  Galadriel rocked her hips against it, and Vyker let out an enticing moan. His mouth dropped to her neck, and he kissed his way down to the curve of her shoulder, his hands kneading into her flesh as he subtly guided the rolling of her hips against his body. A few moments later, he pulled her away from him and lowered her to her feet. The water washed up over her, adding to the sensation that he was building in her and reminding her of her time in the bath envisioning his touch. Now she truly had it, and she didn’t hesitate when he reached forward and slid the lingerie the rest of the way over her hips so that it slipped down her legs. Galadriel stepped out of it and watched as the fabric floated to the surface of the water. Vyker took it and tossed it up onto the edge.

  They were finally both bare in front of each other, and she stepped forward to luxuriate in the feeling of his skin pressed to hers. Her hands slid around his waist to rest on his back, and she felt the roughness of his injury beneath her palm.

  “Does it still hurt?” she whispered, running the pads of her fingertips along the jagged cut.

  He shook his head.

  “No. My kind heals quickly. And right now I can’t think of anything but you.”

  Their mouths caught again, and Galadriel rose as high on her toes as she could to keep their mouths tightly linked. She felt him leading her across the pool, and she released the pressure in her feet so that her body would simply glide under the guidance of his hands. When they reached the other end of the pool, Vyker turned her around and she felt the rush of the waterfall against her back. The water was surprisingly warm, making her wonder if it was flowing from some unseen hot spring buried deep in the desert. Vyker’s hands tightened on her hips again and he lifted her up, placing her on the rocks that made the waterfall. The moving water against her core sent a shiver of sensation through her, and she parted her thighs slightly to seek more of it.

  Vyker touched his hand to the center of her chest and pressed her back until she lay on the rocks. The water flowed around her, coming up over her ears and washing over her breasts so that she felt like he was leading her into a close, invisible space just for them and what they were creating together. A moment later, Galadriel felt Vyker cup his hands around the back of her thighs and guide them up so that they were up and apart. She slipped her arm beneath her head so she could look at Vyker standing beneath her. The rocks were inclined just enough that she was able to watch him as he drank in the look of her, naked and open in front of him. She brought the other hand up to run along the inside of her thigh.

  As she touched her thigh, Vyker dipped his head to follow the trail of her fingers with his mouth. When he reached the juncture of her thigh and body, his mouth broke its path and started up over her hip. He kissed her belly and then let his tongue slip between his lips so that it ran along her skin as he made his way back down toward the valley between her hipbones. The tip of his tongue dipped into her navel and Galadriel gasped. Her body arched toward him, and Vyker released one thigh so that he could press his hand to her belly and hold her in place.

  “Vyker,” she moaned softly.

  He blew cool air along her skin and Galadriel felt like she was going to lose control. He continued his progress down her body, and she lifted her hips up slightly, urging him on. Finally, she felt him draw his tongue through her hot, waiting folds, and Galadriel cried out at the intensity of that first truly intimate touch. Vyker pressed down further on her belly as if to maintain control and drew his tongue through her core again. He paused at the peak, using the tip of his tongue to coax her tightened bud forward. The attention that he lavished on her left Galadriel trembling, and she opened her eyes, trying to focus on the sky above her rather than the feelings that he was creating in her so that she could make the blissful feelings last longer.

  “Let me touch you,” she gasped. “Please. I want to touch you.”

  Vyker’s mouth left her, and Galadriel felt him grasp her wrist, guiding her up into a sitting position. He stepped up onto what she assumed were rocks at the base of the waterfall, and finally, she was able to see him fully. His erection was breathtaking, incredibly long and thick. She bit down on her bottom lip, but he didn’t seem interested in her keeping control. He was still holding onto her wrist, and he guided it forward so that he could wrap her hand around his cock. She settled the shaft against her palm and wrapped her fingers around it, noting that they didn’t touch. He moaned and dropped his head back. As she started to stroke him, Vyker’s hands dropped to her thighs. He gripped them tightly, kneading into her muscles as she let her hand glide indulgently along his hardened length.

  Galadriel used her other hand to run along his rippling chest and belly, tracing her fingertips into the curves and valleys of each defined muscle. She slid further toward him and bent her head down to flick her tongue across the tip of his erection. The salty-sweet flavor of the fluid that had formed there made the desire in her belly surge, and her body clenched as if seeking him. She sat up and caught his mouth in another deep kiss, stroking him with greater speed and insistence. After a few moments, Vyker gripped her wrist to stop her and eased her hand away from his erection. He continued to kiss her as he touched the front of her belly and started easing her backwards up the incline of the waterfall.

  They had moved up a few feet when Galadriel noticed that the incline leveled off into a plateau. This section of the rocks was wider, making the water shallower so that when he laid her back it only brushed along her skin. He stretched out over her and kissed her languidly. His mouth tasted somehow richer now that their bodies were touching from their chests to their feet. Here they slowed, their mouths playing on each other as if memorizing the taste and feel of their lips and tongues. His hips nudged hers and Galadriel let her thighs part to allow him to settle between them, bringing him closer. He slid his hand down the curve of her waist and over her hip onto her thigh. He led her leg up so that it grasped his waist, the movement causing the tip of her erection to slide into her wet, hot core.

  Galadriel drew in a breath and met Vyker’s eyes. He tightened his grip on her thigh, and she felt him touch her opening before sinking deeply inside. The both gasped at the intense feeling of her tight walls enveloping him, and he paused – holding still to give her body the chance to get accustomed to the feeling of his engorged cock deep within her. Galadriel felt his heartbeat pounding though his chest and concentrated on that feeling as she drew in long breaths. As her muscles relaxed, Vyker started to move. He rolled his hips, moving further into her with each stroke. Her body welcomed him, and she lost herself in the feeling of them melding. She ran her hands along his back and savored him kissing along the side of her neck.

  The way his hips moved ensured that their bodies didn’t part, and she lifted her legs to cradle his waist. He filled her so completely she knew that she wouldn’t be able to accommodate any more. She stared up at the sky again and let the combination of his body nurturing hers and the gorgeous sight of the stars
filtering through the palms above her carry her away into another plane – a type of existence that she never knew that she could achieve.

  Vyker’s movements started getting faster and harder. He grunted slightly with each thrust, and Galadriel let herself go, allowing her sounds to join his so their entire beings blended and intertwined into one beautiful existence. Vyker’s pace quickened further, and she felt him pumping so deeply that the pressure started to become painful, creating a delirious sensation that pushed her ever closer to oblivion. He pulled himself up so that he balanced on his hands on either side of her, giving himself more leverage. This change brought an even greater level of intensity to his strokes, and she could see his face tighten with concentration. Her eyes closed, and she felt his hand run along the outer edge of her cheek and jaw.

  “Look at me,” he whispered huskily. “Don’t close your eyes.”

  Galadriel complied, opening her eyes to meet his. The shimmer within them was brighter now, as if light was emanating from the inside and reaching out to her. Her fingers dug into his back as delicious pressure tightened through her belly, thighs, and hips. He thrust into her with greater intensity, and she heard his sounds becoming louder and more frantic. Suddenly, he forced into her with one final, intense stroke and threw back his head. He roared, and Galadriel felt his cock throb within her. The feeling of him spilling into her sent her tumbling into her own incredible orgasm, and she tossed her head forward to muffle the sound of her scream against his shoulder.

  The pressure that had built throughout her body released into a series of trembling spasms. Each met Vyker’s pulses, deepening their meld and seeming to draw him even further into her. She relished the thought of him filling her and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to hold him closer. He let out a shuddering groan, and his body shook against hers before he finally relaxed into her arms. The weight of his body pressed down into her, and Galadriel accepted it luxuriously. A sense of fulfillment glowed within her, and she felt as though she could stay right there, never moving, forever.