Zaureth_A SciFi Alien Romance

by Ditter Kellen

  “Wait,” Oz intervened, resting a hand on Zaureth’s forearm. “We may need him if she refuses to talk.”

  It took enormous effort for Zaureth to rein in his rage, to prevent himself from destroying the evil piece of humanity sitting before him, but he managed. Barely.

  Zaureth staggered back a step as his insides calmed. His gaze slowly drifted to the dead man against the wall a few feet away. He’d done that. Zaureth had killed the guy.

  Eliminating the humans that were shooting at him in the lobby had been self-defense. Zaureth had killed this man in cold blood. And he would do it again to anyone who dared harm his Amy, he silently acknowledged.

  “Why don’t you get some air?” Oz quietly suggested. “I can take it from here.”

  Zaureth met Oz’s calm gaze. “Had Amy died, no one on this island would have been safe from my wrath. I fear what I am capable of.”

  Oz nodded. “None of us know what we are capable of when faced with the fear of losing someone we love. Trust me, I understand.”

  Zaureth knew in that moment that Oz spoke of avenging his mother’s death all those years ago.

  “Go be with Amy. I’ll give Sir Talks A Lot a nice beat-down and see if I can get some answers from Carlito’s sister.”

  “Go to hell, Nicho,” Maria growled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You won’t get shit from me.”

  Zaureth turned away, unable to look upon the dead man against the wall. He strode up the steps, taking them two at a time until he reached the lobby before bursting through the front door and racing across the sand to the beach.

  He dove headlong into an oncoming wave, swimming with everything he had until he reached the second sandbar.

  Bursting to the surface, he extended his arms out to his sides, threw his head back, and released a roar of agony that seemed ripped from his very soul. He’d crossed a line he could never come back from.

  Zaureth wasn’t sure how long he stood there before another cry escaped him. A cry of surrender. Of innocence lost. A cry of awakening. He was more than an orphan, a scholar, or a healer. He was a fighter. A warrior. He was a mate.

  Something inside him shifted. An acceptance of who and what he’d become. Zaureth had no regrets about his past, his vows, or what he’d done to the man in the basement. He would do it all again for just one more day with Amy.

  Turning toward the shore, he dove beneath the surface and swam back toward the woman he loved. And he did love her. Of that, he had no doubt.

  The finality of his decision settled inside him, warming him in its relief. He emerged onto the beach, not bothering to look at the destruction around him. It didn’t matter now. Amy needed him, and damn him, but he needed her even more.

  Surging through the door of the hotel, Zaureth ignored the destruction left from Carlito and his men, and ran toward the stairs.

  He’d never felt more sure of anything as he did about his feelings for Amy. She was his mate, and he would do anything to protect her. Including kill for her.

  Once on the third floor, Zaureth rushed to Amy’s room and knocked. Abbie opened the door. “I was just heading out. It would appear that Hauke has spilled the beans to Tony about Naura’s pregnancy. I’m needed for an intervention.”

  Zaureth grinned, grateful that he wasn’t the one who had to do it. “At least now, she will be forced to behave.”

  “We’re taking about Naura,” Abbie muttered, stepping around Zaureth and into the hall. “I don’t think she knows the meaning of behave.”

  Mallory climbed from the bed as Zaureth moved deeper into the room. “I’ll just give you two some privacy.”

  “Zaureth?” Amy whispered in a hopeful tone.

  “It is me.” Zaureth opened his connection with her as soon as the door closed behind Mallory. More than anything he loved to gift her with sight.

  Her beautiful face lit up. “I want to see you.”

  Zaureth glanced around the room. “Do not move.”

  Striding toward the bathroom, Zaureth removed the mirror from above the sink and slid it behind Amy’s pillows to rest against the headboard, before moving to sit in front of her.

  He raised his gaze to her face, aware that she could see his reflection through the mirror. “Is that better?”

  “Yes. So much better. Touch me, Zaureth…”

  Zaureth felt as if he’d been kicked in the gut. His sex began to pulse with the rush of blood filling it.

  He glanced down her enticing body sprawled out on the bed before him. Damn him, but he wanted her.

  His hands trembled as he tugged the covers from her legs and rested his palms on her calves.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head.

  Zaureth couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to.

  Chapter Twenty

  Amy’s insides were alive with need. Anticipation of his next move had her breath coming in short, quick gasps.

  The feel of his warm palms sliding up her thighs set her entire body on fire.

  She could feel the wetness of her sex, knew her body was preparing itself to be taken by this man, this beautiful Bracadyte.

  He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down, taking her panties with them.

  “Amy,” he breathed, returning his hands to her flesh. “You are too small for me.”

  Not to be deterred, Amy opened her thighs, allowing him access to her most private place. “I trust you, Zaureth. I understand the first time is painful, but I want you, and I won’t break. I promise.”

  “I cannot bear to think of hurting you in any way,” Zaureth rumbled, his hands gently massaging the insides of her thighs.

  Amy could see herself through his eyes. She watched with bated breath as his fingers slowly inched toward her aching center.

  She unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts.

  Amy could feel his internal battle, see everything that his gaze touched on before settling on her breasts.

  She arched her back, silently offering him what he was too afraid to take. “Make love to me, Zaureth.”

  With a growl of surrender, Zaureth crawled up her body and took one of her straining nipples into his mouth.

  Amy moaned at the feel of his tongue teasing her rosy tip.

  He sucked deep, sending sharp currents of heat straight to her core.

  She shifted beneath him, trying to get closer, seeking something her body demanded, yet her mind couldn’t grasp.

  “Hold still,” Zaureth rasped, breaking the suction he had on her breast. “I cannot take much more. I ache to be inside you to the point I am in pain.”

  Amy’s hands sank into his hair as he returned to tormenting her breasts. With his eyes closed, she could no longer see, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t need her sight at the moment. She needed Zaureth inside her, to quench her craving and feed the hunger burning her alive.

  “Please,” she whispered, her breathing uneven.

  Zaureth lifted his head, softly sliding his palms up her arms until he gripped her wrists. He raised them above her head. “I have never been with a female before, Amy. Though I am familiar with the female body, and I understand how coupling works, I would take my time to prepare you for my entry.”

  “Mallory told me that her first time was a bit painful. But it wasn’t unbearable,” Amy shyly whispered.

  Zaureth sat up and knelt between her open thighs. He ran his gaze down her body before coming to a stop on the bulge in his shorts.

  With shaky fingers, he unlaced his shorts, allowing his erection to spring free.

  A gasp escaped Amy before she could stop it. She quickly sat up and reached for him.

  Zaureth locked onto her wrist. “I do not know if I can control myself if you touch me.”

  Amy blushed, but didn’t back down. “I have never seen this part of a man before. Are all men as big as you?”

  “I-I do not think so, little one.”

  Pulling free of his hold,
Amy reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He was so large her hand only enclosed half of his girth.

  She slid her palm up his great length, curious about its mushroom-shaped tip.

  The sound that came from Zaureth was part groan, part hiss. “Stop,” he rasped, closing his hand over hers. “I cannot hold back.”

  Amy released his massive shaft and coasted her palms up his stomach to open his vest. She slid it from his broad shoulders before rising up on her knees and closing her mouth over his.

  Zaureth moaned, kissing her with a passion that engulfed her. His hands were everywhere at once. On her arms, her face, her back. He suddenly pulled free and jumped to his feet.

  Amy felt the loss of him instantly. She tried following his sight, only to realize he was removing his shorts.

  “Lie back,” he growled low, taking hold of her ankles.

  Doing as he demanded, Amy laid back on the bed, gasping as he took hold of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, feeling his breath between her thighs.

  “Preparing you.” He gently cupped her mound.

  Amy forgot to be embarrassed. A humming feeling in Zaureth’s palm tickled her skin, bringing every nerve in her lower body to life.

  “Zaureth?”

  “Relax,” he rumbled, dragging his palm down until his fingers slipped through her wet slit.

  In all the years of wondering what sex would be like, Amy had never imagined it would feel like this.

  He slowly pressed a finger inside her before slipping it free and adding another.

  The pressure felt amazing to Amy, and she lifted her hips, silently begging for more.

  “You are so small,” Zaureth rasped, inserting the tip of a third finger into her tight channel.

  Amy couldn’t hold still any longer, her body craving something just out of her reach. “Zaureth? What’s happening to me?”

  He didn’t answer, only continued his slow, torturous penetration. And then his thumb coasted up over her now swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Amy’s hips jerked in reaction. Her legs began to tremble, and her abdominal muscles grew hot and tight.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, reaching for the release she sought without understanding how.

  Zaureth’s voice, full of desperation and need, suddenly slammed into her mind. “I love you. I love you more than life. Give yourself to me, Amy. All of you.”

  Amy cried out. Her hands gripped the sheets, and her legs locked onto Zaureth’s massive shoulders. Hot, powerful energy contracted her vaginal walls, traveled to her abdomen, and exploded through her body in an unbelievable orgasm that stole her breath.

  It seemed to go on forever, her body seizing with the most incredible sensations imaginable.

  Long moments passed with Zaureth continuing to softly stroke her. He gently pulled his fingers free of her body and rose to his feet.

  “If at any time, the pain becomes too great, I will stop. There are other ways to pleasure without penetration.”

  Amy could barely speak for the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm still firing off inside her. “I don’t want to live half a life with you, Zaureth. I want all of you or nothing,” she rasped, trying to catch her breath. “And that means your body as well. Please don’t be afraid of me.”

  “It kills me to think of causing you pain.”

  Amy brought her knees up in invitation. “I love you, Zaureth. The pain will be worth it to become one with you.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Zaureth stared into Amy’s light blue eyes, grateful that she couldn’t see the tears swimming in his own.

  Her words had caught him off guard, creating an emotion he was powerless to hold inside.

  She loved him.

  Energy hummed so strongly inside him, he felt reckless, out of control.

  She loves me.

  His gaze dropped to her incredibly wet sex, open and waiting for him. No other had ever touched her. She belonged only to him.

  Amy lifted her hips. “Take me.”

  A growl rose up in Zaureth’s throat. A primal sound full of possessive need. He reached down and gripped her knees before draping them over his forearms and pulling her forward.

  He leaned forward, resting his palms on the bed for support and bent her legs at an angle that opened her wider for him.

  The tip of his shaft came to rest against her opening. He could feel her heat, the wet, silky lips of her swollen sex.

  Zaureth’s lips peeled back over his teeth as he pressed forward, straining to get past her entrance.

  She raised her hips, pulling him in a little deeper.

  Zaureth nearly spilled his seed.

  “Do not move,” he ground out, fighting the urge to thrust.

  He pressed in another inch and came up against the evidence of her innocence.

  Zaureth pulled back slightly before pushing forward once again, stopping at the barrier of her virginity.

  “I am sorry,” he brokenly whispered, thrusting through the membrane with a flex of his hips.

  The cry that came from Amy tore at Zaureth’s heart. He released her legs and cupped her face.

  “Amy?”

  Her breath came out in a shudder. “Is that all of it?”

  Zaureth rested his forehead against hers. “No. But I will stop.” He had no idea how he was going to pull out of her, but he’d rather suffer than cause her anymore pain.

  He moved to withdraw, but Amy wrapped her legs around his waist, preventing him from leaving.

  “The pain is bearable, Zaureth. I can take it.” Her legs tightened around him.

  Zaureth gritted his teeth and slid deeper inside her hot depths. His eyes rolled back in his head as he penetrated her as far as her body would allow. “Am I hurting you?”

  “Please don’t stop,” Amy moaned, her soft, accepting body squeezing him to the point of near pain.

  He pulled back slightly before sinking into her once more, the pleasure so intense he repeated the process.

  Zaureth had never imagined that being inside Amy would feel as incredible as it did in that moment.

  The sounds coming from Amy were not the sounds of pain, but pleasure.

  Zaureth straightened and dropped his gaze to the place their bodies were connected. The sight of his shaft buried deeply inside her snug sex pushed him over the edge.

  With a growl of surrender, Zaureth began to pump his hips, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate movements.

  Amy’s head arched back and her legs tightened around his ass. She ground against him, matching him stroke for stroke.

  “Zaureth,” she cried, reaching for him.

  Covering her body with his, Zaureth kept his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her and drove into her sweet depths.

  Fire raced up his back, igniting the energy he fought so hard to control.

  His body began to hum with power, exiting through his limbs, his eyes, his driving shaft.

  Amy cried out, her body bowing beneath him, her sex contracting around him.

  Zaureth lost control. He could feel her orgasm rolling through her, creating a heat around his pulsing erection that shattered his will to hold back.

  With a snarl of surrender, Zaureth straightened, wrapping his arms around her thighs and jerking back to the edge of the bed.

  He thrust into her with short, quick bursts, unable to look away from her beautiful face.

  “Amy!” he roared, his seed rushing from him to explode inside her welcoming body.

  Zaureth continued to climax, unable to stop, unable to slow the shuddering in his limbs.

  He had no control of his mind or body. Without slowing, he reached down and raked his thumb over her tiny, swollen bundle of nerves.

  Amy’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Her back bowed off the bed, and another orgasm ripped through her without warning.

  Zaureth could feel her emotions, her desperation. Her vaginal
walls continued to contract, gripping him in a hold that forced more of his seed from his body.

  Minutes passed before Zaureth stopped shaking. He gently eased from her tight depths to stare in horror at the amount of blood staining her thighs.

  “There is too much blood,” he growled, staggering to the bathroom to grab a towel. “How badly do you hurt?”

  Amy rose up onto her elbows. “I’m pretty sure there’s supposed to be blood, Zaureth.”

  “Not that amount,” he stated, rushing back to her side. “Open your thighs.”

  Zaureth could feel more than see Amy’s blush, but she did as he asked.

  Pressing the towel against her, Zaureth held pressure on it for several minutes before replacing the cloth with his palm.

  He called upon the healing energy inside him, forcing it through his fingertips and into her.

  “I should not have entered you as quickly as I did,” Zaureth growled, angry with himself. “It pains me that I have hurt you.”

  “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” Amy whispered, tears evident in her voice.

  Zaureth removed his hand from the juncture of her thighs and scooped her up. He gently laid her in the center of the bed and crawled in next to her before pulling her against him with her head on his shoulder. “I cannot begin to describe what I am feeling.”

  “You don’t have to. I feel it too.”

  “I have never felt this way before, Amy. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another.” And he meant it. The thought of not being with her every minute of every day was more than Zaureth could bear.

  “I love you too,” Amy confessed, turning to touch her lips to his chest. “So much it makes my heart ache.”

  Zaureth could feel his shaft pulsing with the need to take her once more.

  “Take me again,” Amy murmured, coasting her thigh up his leg.

  Zaureth gritted his teeth to keep from flipping her over and thrusting into her waiting heat. “It is too soon, little one. I will hurt you if I enter you now.”

  Amy’s hand slipped down his stomach to encircle his throbbing erection. “Then I will pleasure you.”

  Zaureth’s eyes slid shut as her small fist slid up his length to gently squeeze the tip. She ran her thumb over the tiny slit at the head of his shaft, and Zaureth was lost.