by Pearl Foxx
"That's what you are. A Draqon."
Maxsym's head snapped toward her.
"I won’t tell anyone," Veronica assured him.
He visibly forced himself to relax and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't even know how to tell you any of this," he said gruffly.
"You can trust me, Maxsym. I promise.” She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. The ripped, bloodstained shirt showed nothing but healthy skin underneath. He had healed already from the destruction he’d rained down on the lab’s wall.
Slowly, he nodded, and tension unspooled from her shoulders. “You can shape-shift like the Katu?"
"In a way, we all derived from the same species. That's why this is so important." He pulled the jar of red powder out of his pocket and placed it on her bedside table delicately.
"The histories tell us the relics are from the very first Kladians who lived on our planet. All the shifters evolved directly from them. They could shift into any form they wanted at any time. Over time, the clans separated, and their shifting abilities became restricted to their clan’s needs. But these relics are used as medicine, and they’re considered sacred. They're not exactly a replenishing supply. I can’t imagine what your father is doing with ancient Kladian relics, unless he’s trying to figure out the secret to our shifting. Any one member of a clan doesn’t have all the genetic information about where we come from. Only the ancients contain that."
"He’s trying to make human shape-shifters," Veronica said. "He was performing experiments on people to make a super soldier. It wasn’t theoretical at all like Winston thought. The experiments are actually happening. He tortured and killed those humans.”
"And Kladians."
Veronica sank her head into her hands, feeling defeated. "He has no right to do this to anyone. I'm so sorry."
Maxsym stood and pulled her into his arms, his hand rubbing circles over her back.
After a moment, she pulled back and placed her hands on his chest. "Is this why you never take your clothes off?"
He blushed and looked away. The expression was absolutely adorable on the face of the man who usually kept his emotions and thoughts so tightly contained.
She slipped her fingers under the hem of his shirt, inching it upward, and checked in by looking up at his eyes every now and then. Maxsym appeared as though he might turn and bolt, but he didn’t stop her.
Once she reached his chest, she could see specks of green and purple along his pecs and down the side of his abs. Damn if the muscles weren’t outlined and stacked, one on top of the next and hard as rock. She should probably be more concerned with the fact she was so hot for a man with scales, but the glimmering coin-sized flecks only added to her attraction.
Maxsym took her chin in his fingers and gently lifted her face until she was staring into his stormy green eyes. He brought his lips to hers, and before she could protest that she wanted to see more of his body, he'd wrapped her in his strong arms and kissed her with the kind of passion that threatened to knock the air right out of her lungs. She surrendered. Perhaps he needed proof she wasn't afraid even though she needed the truth about who and what he was.
When he finally pulled away, panting, he lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Veronica ran her fingers across his shoulders and chest. The delicate scales fluttered beneath her touch. She placed a kiss on a particularly vibrant purple scale just above his nipple. Maxsym sucked in a shallow breath.
"Are they sensitive?"
He nodded and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Are there more?”
He raised an eyebrow. "The scales are everywhere. When I shift, they make up the entirety of my skin. But there's also my back." He hesitated again, but before he had a chance to question whether he should show her, she ran her hands over his body as she walked around him.
She gasped when she saw the tanned expanse of his muscular back. Her fingers traced the outline of two beautiful black tattoos along his shoulder blades. They were slightly raised, more like scarification marks, but solid black and clearly outlining beautiful wings. At his waist, a few scales twisted around from his front, accentuating his sharp hip bones and tight ass. She slipped her fingers into the back of his pants, wanting to feel more of his skin, and pushed them down. "You don't have a tail, do you?"
Maxsym let out a firestorm of laughter that had her smiling. "No. Not in this form, anyway."
"Do you do anything else when you shift? Your hands turn into talons, and your skin has scales, and you have a tail. So, you’re a lizard?” She was desperate to know everything about the man in her arms. How he had become the only person she trusted on the entire station so quickly mystified her, but something about his secret and her realization about her father had bonded them.
"Do I look like a lizard?” he asked playfully before snaking around and kissing her lips again. "Is this still okay?” he asked, placing small kisses on her mouth and along her jaw.
"More than."
They kissed gently, like they were still sharing secrets. She lay back on the bed, and Maxsym climbed over her, peeling off her clothes slowly, exposing every inch of her skin as though he were seeing her for the first time. When she was bare beneath him, he took her breast in his mouth and swirled his tongue around her nipple. She arched into him, letting her head fall back against the bed as she fingered the protruding markings on his back.
They kicked off their pants without letting go of each other. It was like they couldn't keep their hands off each other now that they had reopened the floodgates. Maxsym’s strong arms clutched her close. He seemed to always have a hand on her breast or fisted in her hair or gripping her hips. She wanted him to consume her, to feel every part of that magnificent body. It was so much better than the times they had fucked, because now she could feel the smoothness of his chest, the silky edges of his scales, the roughness of the hair on his legs as he parted her thighs.
"There's more you're not showing me," she whispered against his lips before kissing him again.
"I don't want to scare you."
Veronica laughed. “You don't want to scare me? I haven’t died of shock from the realization that I’ve been fucking a shape-shifting reptile. Plus, I know you destroyed those bodies and that you set that fire with your mouth. If we're really doing this, I want to know."
He closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, they were all black. No longer did he have the piercing green eyes that had pulled her into his orbit and set her body aflame. The whites of his eyes had also disappeared, the black overtaking them entirely.
Her breath hitched, and he started to pull away, but she stopped him by stroking his cheek. He looked terrifying, powerful, intoxicating.
She nodded, encouraging him to show her more.
Behind him, the tip of what appeared to be wings peaked over his shoulders. She reached her hand behind him, aiming for the black tattoos, but felt silky scales protruding from the muscles splitting his flesh. Farther up, fibrous, almost velvety membrane fluttered beneath her touch.
Veronica gasped.
His wings. She was touching his wings.
“They’re so soft,” she whispered.
Maxsym met her eyes, his jaw clenching, and behind him, his wings grew until she saw the graceful arch of each one. The membrane was black and shimmered in the soft light of the room. At the tip of each wing was a sharp, pointed claw. He stretched them out, creating a faint breeze, and draped them around his shoulders, closer to her.
Maxsym wouldn't meet her eye, and she continued stroking the edges of his powerful wings.
"Do they get bigger?" she asked.
He shivered and nodded.
Her hand froze. "Am I hurting you?"
He finally met her gaze. "No. It feels amazing. No one's ever touched them when I was only partially shifted before. They're surprisingly sensitive."
His whole body shook, and his hard length pressed against her inner thigh. He leaned down on his elbows and lo
wered his weight onto her. With him closer in this position, she stroked the scales near the juncture of his wings. They were soft, luxurious. When she stroked her hands down the side of his body, feeling the power contained within him, her fingers would trail along a shimmering scale, and Maxsym’s breath would hitch as they kissed.
He nudged her legs farther apart with his knees and positioned himself to enter her. His eyes retracted to green, and Veronica saw the wings begin to disappear.
"You don't have to do that," she said, continuing her exploration of his body. She kissed his shoulder and ran her tongue along the green scales that peppered his flesh. "I'm not afraid of you. You’re beautiful. You don't have to hold back."
His eyes flashed black, and in an instant, he thrust deep inside her. With one motion, he buried nine inches of cock all the way into her so hard she screamed out, pain and pleasure mixing together as her body stretched to accommodate him.
But the line between pleasure and pain felt so fucking good. She scraped her nails down his sides, careful to avoid his wings. He thrust into her again, and she lifted her hips, ready for him.
They fucked like wild animals. Like desperate creatures.
Veronica’s body came alive as Maxsym plunged into her with abandon. He nibbled on her neck, pulled on her hair, and hooked her knee with his arm so it pressed up next to her shoulder, giving him access to the deepest parts of her. She was completely at his mercy. As he thrust deeper and harder, his movement becoming erratic. Veronica held on, clutching his waist and meeting him stroke for stroke. Her clit rubbed directly against his body, combining the ecstasy of his cock with the perfect pleasure of rubbing his flesh on her sensitive nub.
Maxsym began to falter, his movements coming faster.
Veronica opened her eyes to see his wings spread wider than the king-sized bed they lay upon. Green and purple and a touch of turquoise sparkled in the dim light of her bedroom. Shadows showed off the shape of each scale. He reared back, eyes to the ceiling, his wings vibrating as he thrust in one more time, pushing her over the edge of rational thought and into a place where mind and body blurred into pure, white-hot passion. Her orgasm crashed against the wall of her mind, and she writhed beneath the wild man above her.
Maxsym panted and lifted his weight off her slightly without removing his length from her aching pussy. They remained connected, and Veronica shook as aftershocks of pleasure swept through her body.
She watched in fascination as his wings retracted. When she reached around, the only evidence that remained was the slightly protruding black tattoos.
He kissed her with soft, gentle lips. "That was pretty fucking amazing.”
She nodded her agreement, unable to form coherent words. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down against her, urging him to lay back down so she could feel his weight.
“Your inability to speak is a good thing, I presume?” He chuckled, the self-satisfaction evident in his voice. Now he would be completely insufferable.
"No," she murmured, smiling as her eyes drifted closed. "I'm just trying to recover from the trauma of being fucked by an alien."
Maxsym stiffened, and Veronica worried she'd pushed too far with her teasing. But when she looked up at him with a smile, he relaxed again. Something inside her filled with joy.
He slid out from her, and she whined as he settled his body next to her.
“Don't worry. We'll do it again soon, I promise."
"As long as you promise.”
He rolled to his side and ran his free hand over her curves, keeping the other hand tucked behind her head. She settled into the nook beneath his shoulder, perfectly cocooned within his warmth, protected and safe. She ran her fingers down the scales on his chest.
“You really are magnificent," she said. "I understand why you didn’t trust anyone to see them before, but the scales are unbelievably sexy."
He shrugged a shoulder, but she knew from the smile lingering in the corner of his mouth that he was pleased she found them such a turn-on. "I never really thought about it that way. All my people have them."
"I can't even begin to imagine an entire community filled with people like you."
"There is no one like me." Maxsym preened, and Veronica laughed. He lowered his mouth to hers, sucking on her lips and lazily exploring her mouth with his tongue.
"You're pretty spectacular yourself, you know," he replied. "I never expected to meet a human I actually liked."
"If all you knew of humans was what my father is doing to your planet, I don't blame you for being skeptical. I don't think I trust humans much right now either."
"I think we've done enough for human–Kladian relations for one night." He yawned and snuggled into the pillow. “Sleep well, Ronnie.”
Veronica reached over and pulled the covers they had shoved off the bed over their bodies, careful to run her fingers over Maxsym’s scales one more time.
As they settled into sleep, her feelings surprised her. Not only had she had sex with an alien, but she might be falling in love with him.
Chapter Thirteen
Maxsym
Slowly, an ember lit in Maxsym’s gut.
It moved up his legs, building in heat, and in his sleep-induced haze, he imagined he was flying, dipping in and out between the mountain peaks near his hive.
The volcanic heat spread through his chest. The pleasure of it, the soft warmth, set his mind on fire. He was buried in the heat. He swam in it, died in it, lost himself in the way it wrapped around his body, drawing out his pleasure and revealing every secret. And then a glorious pulling sensation drew his focus down to his cock.
He moaned and gripped the bedsheets, the sound of ripping of fabric waking him.
He opened his bleary eyes, his mouth caught in a pant, and looked down.
Veronica’s caramel-brown locks bobbed over his cock, and it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Her pink lips stretched around his thickness. Her eyes were closed as she moaned her enjoyment.
Fuck, he had never been woken up so well. He reached down and stroked his fingers through her silken hair, brushing the loose strands away from her face so he could watch as she lifted off his cock, almost to the tip, allowing him to see the ridge of his head stretching her mouth even farther.
She opened her eyes, glanced up at him, and winked.
"Fuck, woman." He groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow while brushing his hand over her shoulder.
She worked him over, licking up and down his shaft and then releasing him with a pop before dipping down and sucking on his balls one at a time, switching back and forth until he prayed for her to take him back in her mouth. She teased him, licking around his tip, slipping her tongue into the slit already dripping with pre-come.
She released his cock, and he grabbed her shoulders before she could continue her torturous foreplay.
"Need you." His voice came out in a rough, rasping grumble he didn't recognize. But his desire was intense and real. The need bordering on desperation for this woman slightly terrified him.
Veronica smirked and climbed over his body. Her hands pressed down on his chest, fingers splayed over his scales territorially like she was marking him as hers.
"So fucking hot," she said before bringing her mouth down to his.
They kissed, her heat filling his mouth, and she sucked on his tongue. He reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance, but before he could rock up into her, she lowered down, taking him completely in one motion like she were made for him. She took his breath away.
Veronica sat up, her hands firmly placed on his chest, gripping his pectoral muscles and digging her nails into his flesh. She lifted her body off his and then slowly, inch by inch, took him back inside. After a few gentle thrusts, Maxsym couldn't take it anymore and reached for her hips.
Before he could hold her in place and slam up into her, she lifted off his length, caressing him with the muscles of her pussy. She leaned forward to place a gen
tle kiss on his lips.
"You had a big day yesterday,” she murmured against his mouth. “I think you should just lie still.”
When she sat back up, she gave what some might have considered an innocent smile, but Maxsym knew her better than that. That smile was a warning, a wicked game of give and take she wanted to play.
He released his hold on her and interlaced his fingers behind his head. “You want to be in control?”
She smirked down at him, and the power game they’d been playing all along took on new meaning. She wanted him to lose control. She wanted to tease him until his eyes turned black and he grabbed her body and fucked her until she couldn't breathe.
And that was exactly what Maxsym wanted too. But she didn’t need to know that.
He was the one in control. He was the one with the power.
He looked up at her, her large round breasts bobbing with each movement. The look of ecstasy on her face as she clenched around him, pulling him deeper into her body and further under her spell, threatened to obliterate any thought of control. He couldn't stop the moans and growls coming from his lips, and just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, ready to admit defeat in this silly little game and beg her for release, Veronica threw her head back, and her pussy clenched down on him. The sporadic, tight squeezes of her orgasm threw him over the edge, and his own release shot deep inside her.
She cried out, losing her balance, and Maxsym grabbed her hips to hold her steady. He thrust his cock deep inside her to hit the places he knew would bring the most pleasure.
As she came down from her high, he continued to thrust lazily, enjoying the feeling of their connected bodies. He'd never seen anything as beautiful as this impossible woman coming undone above him. She had fucked him senseless while giving herself over to him completely. He'd never particularly enjoyed the less active and submissive position of being on the bottom, but looking up at Veronica, her eyes glazed over with joy and pleasure, he realized how much he enjoyed having her ride him.
His breath caught in his chest at the thought.