My Chameleon Loves [Galactic Nuptials 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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Kernz felt a throbbing start in his balls. He clenched his belly as the need to come became impossible to ignore. The muscles in Jeni’s ass worked his cock, gripping and releasing over and over. Finally, with a deep moan, he came. Thrusting in a series of hard spasms, he ejaculated, spilling his seed into her tight depths. Slowly he withdrew from her ass and pulled her off Zin. Releasing her legs, he tumbled her onto the bed, scooping her into a tight embrace and covering her mouth in a kiss. A moment later she was lying in Zin’s arms, receiving a kiss from him.
Jeni’s arm snaked out and pulled Kernz close to her back while she snuggled to Zin’s chest. “I love you, both of you, very much.”
“I love you, flower.” Zin placed a kiss on her head.
Kernz licked the back of her neck and buried his face in her fragrant hair. “You’re my life now, little love. I’ll never let you go.”
* * * *
Jeni snuggled closer to Zin and sighed. She could feel Kernz’s warmth behind her. She’d never thought her life could turn out so good. “What happens now, guys?”
Zin smiled and cupped her cheek in one large, callused hand. “Tomorrow we’ll board our shuttle and head to Arridia. My father has been planning our mating and commitment ceremonies for days.
Jeni frowned. “Is there anything I need to know about these ceremonies? Anything unusual?”
Zin glanced at Kernz and then shook his head. “No, flower. The mating ceremony is much like your Earth weddings.”
“I don’t have a traditional wedding dress.”
Zin looked at Kernz and winced. Then, Kernz moved in close and nuzzled her neck.
Jeni growled. “What am I missing?”
Kernz ran his hand across her head, pushing the hair away from her face. “I guess we forgot to tell you about the official ceremonies.”
“Okay, then maybe you should tell me now.”
Zin buried his face in Jeni’s neck, letting his lips travel over her skin. “You don’t have to worry about having a traditional dress, flower. The mating ceremony has a specific gown you’re required to wear, and father is providing it.”
She studied Zin’s flushed face for a moment. “You said your father was planning a commitment and a mating ceremony. What about the commitment ceremony? Will I need to get a dress for that?”
“No, love.” Kernz kissed her on the shoulder. “You won’t need to get any type of dress.”
“Why? Is your father going to have something traditional for me to wear for that one, too?”
Zin swallowed hard. “Yes! It’ll be totally traditional.”
Jeni narrowed her eyes. “How traditional?”
Kernz leaned in close and licked her ear. “Our commitment ceremonies take place at the top of one of our mountains to be close to the Goddess above. Everything is natural so not to offend our maker.”
“And that means what, exactly?”
Zin sighed and put his hands on each side of her head. He looked deeply into her eyes. “Flower, when we say our vows, we will be as nature intended, naked as when we came into this world.”
Jeni clutched the sheet to her chest, her heartbeat racing, and then laughed. “Life with my chameleon loves is never going to be dull.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born and raised in the great southern state of Tennessee. In my youth, I studied nursing and spent several happy years working in the hospitals there until I branched out into medical management in 1980.
In 1998 I was managing a medical supply house in Chattanooga, when I met the love of my life. The only problem facing me then, he lived way out in Oklahoma. You see, we had met in a chat room!
He romanced me daily with love letters, flowers, and phone calls. It wasn’t long before I uprooted myself and moved west to join him. We married in 1999 and then continued our fantasy romance all over the world. Together we have traveled in almost all of the Continental United States and taken trips to Canada and China.
I retired from working in 2002, and it wasn’t long before my husband was encouraging me to find some kind of outlet to occupy my time, something that was challenging and rewarding. I was already obsessed with reading about romance, and I began to think I could probably write a good romantic story. My husband heartily agreed with me. With that encouragement, I began writing my first book. I wasn’t really convinced that anyone else would find it interesting, but he pressed me to take a chance and send it in to a publisher. To my surprise, it was accepted, and now I’m able to share it with readers everywhere who like a “happily ever after” story.
Today, I’m living in California with my still romantic husband of twelve years and our boys. Our boys consist of Beau, Midnight, and Bubba, three male cats that allow us to live with them and serve them at their leisure. I continue to write almost daily, hoping that someone, somewhere will get the same enjoyment from reading my stories that I get from writing them.
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