by Liza Probz
Sylvie was determined to save his life, but she was afraid of the commitment that it would entail. If he could release his seed, then she might become impregnated with an alien child. Even if she didn't get pregnant, she knew that he would be even more possessive if he was able to fully mate with her. He would never let her return to Earth, either way.
But was returning to Earth really what she wanted? She could stay here, help X find his brother, help him fight against their common enemy. It was tempting, but she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she decided she'd had enough of living on an alien planet far away from home?
If she didn't let him mate her, if she didn't let him try, then he would die. Despite her worries about her own future, she knew that she couldn't let that happen. No matter what, she wouldn't be responsible for his death.
Unless you already are. If you mate him and he can't release his seed, then he's dead and it's your fault.
Sylvie swallowed, a frown creeping over her face.
“Stop it,” he said, taking her hand and pulling it into his lap. “I know what you're thinking. It's not your fault.”
“But if you can't--”
“No,” he said, interrupting her. “I said none of that talk on this trip. We're going to have a good time together, and we're not going to worry about tomorrow. Do you understand?”
Sylvie nodded.
He gave her a soft smile. “Good, beautiful woman.”
X piloted the ship to a narrow plot of land in the middle of a blue-green sea. The island was large according to Zantharian measurement, but Sylvie knew that it was maybe a mile wide. She saw a structure made of wood sitting on a small hill, which was surrounded by plants. They were the first plants she'd seen growing above water.
“Here we go.” X helped her out of the hatch and onto dry land. They were on a rocky outcropping, the red rocks reminding Sylvie of her first sight on the planet, right after she'd crashed.
“This place is sacred to my people,” he said, pulling her closer to the water. “I've arranged to have it cleared for the day so we can be alone, but it usually attracts many visitors. You're about to see why.”
X led her to the ocean's edge, and Sylvie gasped. All around them floated huge jellies, some several meters wide. They were iridescent green, with long tendrils that looked as soft as satin.
“They're magnificent,” she breathed, bending down to get a closer look.
“These are Noruma's jellies, also known as giant jellies. Scientists have theorized that they are related to Zantharians, that we might both share a common ancestor.”
“I've never seen anything more beautiful.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”
“It gets better,” he said, taking her hand, and stepping off the rock onto the back of one of the jellies.
“What are you doing?” she said, tugging back on his arm.
“It's okay,” he said. “They like giving rides. They're tame.”
Sylvie gingerly stepped onto the back of the jelly with him. It started to float away from the island at a sedate speed. She held him tightly, then chuckled, unable to help herself.
“This is wonderful.”
“You're wonderful.” X pulled her in tightly and brushed his fingers along her face as he leaned in for a soft kiss.
After they'd enjoyed their ride, X led her back onto land and into the wooden temple high above the waves. He brought her into an area he called ‘the sanctuary’, which was lined with cushions and pillows.
“My people come here to meditate and feel closer to nature. I love it. It’s one of the greatest treasures in Zanthar.” He pulled her down onto one of the cushions and cuddled her against him. Forcing her to tilt back, he pointed out the ceiling. Large glass windows were embedded from one end to the other and the stars had started to come out. To the far left sat several of Zanthar's moons.
“It's so peaceful.” Sylvie rested her head against his shoulder and snuggled down deeper, wanting to stay there forever.
"I never wanted you to get hurt. I should have been there to protect you."
"You had problems of your own," she reminded him.
"About the... other you. I'm sorry. I should have realized. She was nothing like you, and I'm a stupid--"
"Hush." She turned and pressed a tiny kiss beneath his ear. "She looked just like me. How could you have known?"
He was quiet for a moment.
She turned her face back to the ceiling, wanting to watch the moons move around the large expanse of the dark sky.
“Sylvie.” His tone was serious. “I understand if you are hesitant to mate with me. I know we discussed it before but I want you to know that I hold you under no obligation.”
She turned and slid her arms around his waist, realizing that there was no other option for her. She wouldn’t take it if there were. “There’s no obligation. Only desire. I want to mate with you.”
He cupped her face, then planted the softest kisses along her cheeks and over her lips. “I love you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to respond in kind to his sweet words. “I... I...”
“Shhh.” He stroked just under her chin with his thumb before pressing his lips to hers again. The soft brush of his tongue against her lips caused her to moan and she tilted her head and opened herself to him. He deepened the kiss, pushing it toward something sensually powerful.
Sylvie pulled him toward her, trying to assist him in getting her clothing off, which was easier said than done. They laughed and pulled apart as she slipped the soft material over her hips, her modesty lost to the hungry demands of the man before her.
X tugged his sarong over his head and growled softly as he pulled her back toward him. The moonlight spilled into the room from the glass panes that lined the ceiling. X pulled her on top of him, settling back and smiling up at her.
“Make love to me, Sylvie. Give me all of you. That’s all I want.” He reached up and ran his hands over her waist before putting pressure on her hips to tilt forward a little.
She groaned as he pressed himself deep inside of her, his size stretching her and sending heat pulsing from the center of her core. “Oh fuck.”
“So unbelievably beautiful, baby.” X held on to her tightly as he worked himself in and out of her, his breathing deep and methodical.
Sylvie hadn’t ever been on top, so it took a little while to better understand the best movements for him to rub against the sensitive spots deep inside of her. She rocked against him as her breathing became labored and the thrill of orgasm sparked inside her stomach.
“I’m gonna come,” she muttered as a long groan ripped from her lips.
“Ride me, baby. Take every ounce of pleasure you can from me. I’m all yours. Only yours.” He tightened his grip, his words throwing daggers into the tightest parts of her.
She leaned over and ran her hands over his dark chest, the ridges of his muscular frame sending her into a million naughty fantasies.
He arched his hips and hit her spot again, blowing her resolve apart to rest for a minute.
Sylvie screamed his name as she came again, her body moving of its own accord. She wanted more, no – needed more of him. Needed him in her life and in her bed for the rest of her days. Tears burned her gaze as she continued to work herself against him. Why hadn’t he come? Could he not?
He had brought her to climax twice without slowing his tempo, but he hadn’t released his seed. If he didn’t… he would die.
The man she loved would die.
She flattened herself against him and started to massage his thick cock with the fullness of her thrusts as she looked deep into his black eyes. She had to tell him. He had to know.
“I love you.” She pressed up and kissed him fiercely, never breaking the slow rhythm of their sex.
He moaned a heavy sound, and plunged into her again, his pace increasing, his hips nearly slamming into her.
“I can't hold back.” He buried h
is face in the crook of her neck and pressed his teeth into her sensitive skin. “I love you, my mate. Take my gift.”
She experienced warmth as he shocked her, his release deep inside of her and throbbing along her nerve endings.
He cried out long and hard and she couldn’t help but throw herself into the frenzy of making sure he was completely drained. She joined him in his bliss and finished making love to the man she would spend the rest of her nights with.
They stilled for a moment and X’s color faded from black to a light green within the blink of an eye.
“X. Your color is changing.”
“I know, baby. You’ve accepted me fully and I couldn’t be more pleased.”
“Does this mean I’ll get pregnant?”
X smiled and pulled her down for another long kiss before turning them and snuggling her into his arms. “It does.”
“So I’m stuck here with you, forever?” A quirky smile lifted her lips.
“Unless you’d prefer the gnarsharks instead?”
“Um, no. You’re not that bad.” She laughed and snuggled down into his hold as warmth rushed across her. The journey had begun with trying to find life on a new planet. What she never expected was to find her own.
The End
The Lords of Zanthar Series
Book 2, The Major’s Mission is available!
PICK UP YOUR COPY TODAY!
Free Download
Find out how it all started…
Sign up for the Liza’s New Release mailing list and get a free copy of her “list only” novella The Vartik King Chronicles – The Beginning
Click here to get started.
About the Author
Having loved Sci-Fi her whole life, she often forces her hubby into binge watching one of the great movie collections to feed her need on the weekends. Other than her obsession with pizza and her two puppies, she's a rather normal gal, or so she would have you believe!
Never miss a release! Sign up for Liza's Insiders Group below!
Website ~ Insider’s Group ~ Facebook ~ Twitter
The Regent’s Rapture
The Lords of Zanthar #1
Copyright © 2016 by Liza Probz
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
The novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and plot are all either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons – living or dead – is purely coincidental.
First Edition.
Editor: Nicole Bailey, Proof Before You Publish
Designer: Kellie Dennis Book Cover By Design