Loralia & Bannack's Story (Uoria Mates IV Book 4)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  “Some of the women gave pieces of their clothes for the braid,” Azrael said. “If your mother and I had been able to use the piece that she gave you, it would have been our families that would have contributed the other pieces. These are your family. They love you and so do I.”

  Loralia felt herself trembling with the emotion that was overtaking her. With everything that they were going through, she couldn’t believe that everyone had come together to do this for her. Bannack reached forward and rested his hand to Loralia’s arm and she did the same. Azrael took the braided cloth and wrapped it around their arms, binding them together. He tied the length tightly, then placed his hands over the knot. His eyes closed and he began to speak. Loralia heard words falling around her that she hadn’t heard since she was a young child. They were in the ancient Irisa language that had been spoken only by the elders and on special occasions, a language that had always filled her with an emotion that was difficult to describe.

  She closed her eyes and felt herself taken away by Azrael’s voice. She could feel herself in her home again, surrounded by the family that she had lost. She could see her mother again and feel her soft fingertips on her cheek. Their voices joined with Azrael’s as the blessing rained down around them.

  When it was finished, she opened her eyes and looked at Bannack. He was gazing back at her with tenderness in his deep orange eyes. Around them the rest of the group cheered, applauding like they had at Samira and Ty’s wedding. Bannack leaned forward and kissed her. She breathed in, taking in the kiss, his touch, the words of the blessing still lingering in the air.

  “Should we go celebrate?”

  Loralia looked toward Ty.

  “Celebrate?” she asked.

  “Ty has put together a bit of a party for us,” Bannack said.

  “What did he do?” Loralia asked.

  “I’m not sure,” Bannack said, “but I’m pretty sure that there is a wedding cake involved.”

  Loralia laughed and kissed Bannack again as Azrael released the tie from around their arms. Even with the braid gone, she could feel the impenetrable link between them. They had been bonded since they first came together, but now it wasn’t just the traditions of the Denynso that stood behind them. For the first time in many years, she felt like she was a part of her own kind again, and everything that she had lost had, in a way, been returned to her.

  Chapter Six

  Bannack carried Loralia to the pilot’s private chamber where they would spend the first few hours of their union until they arrived at Penthos. He brought her into the room and lowered her to her feet. She watched him return to the door and close it, locking it behind them so that they were in their own private world together. Even through the thick door she could still hear the party faintly and wondered if any of those celebrating their union had even noticed that they were gone. She didn’t mind. She longed for the time alone with Bannack. He walked back toward her and Loralia met him, reaching up for his mouth and drawing him closer to her with a deep, intense kiss. Despite the intensity, there was no urgency in the way that they connected to each other through the kiss and explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. As desperately as Loralia wanted to touch him and be touched by him, she was also lost in the luxurious pleasure of his kiss. She furthered the sensation by tucking her hands beneath his shirt and savored the warmth of his skin as she rested her palms on his chest.

  Bannack pulled away from their kiss just long enough to remove his shirt and toss it aside, giving her free access to his smooth skin and chiseled muscles. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her even closer to his body so that she could feel the rhythm of his heart and hear each labored breath. The emotion emanating off of him was intoxicating and she wished that she could crystallize this one moment so that she never had to lose this amazing feeling.

  One hand glided up her back to rest at the base of her head, holding her steady as he pressed deeper into their kiss. Loralia let her fingers trail down his chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscles beneath his skin and the pattern of his breathing. Each measured breath told her that Bannack was feeling the same nearly overwhelming desire for her that she was experiencing for him.

  Loralia’s fingers reached the waistband of his pants and she slowly traced them along the fabric, teasing his skin. She felt his muscles tremble beneath the suggestive touch and she took a step further, resting her hand on the front of his pants, beginning to guide the ties out of place.

  "Is this alright?" she asked softly, at once teasing and not wanting to do anything that was going to ruin the beautiful moments that were forming around them.

  Bannack nodded.

  "Yes," he whispered back.

  Loralia pulled the end of the cord and released the ties until the sides of the fabric separated. Once open, she slid her hands into the front of his pants and around his hips, then guided the fabric down so that they fell to his ankles. Bannack shifted his weight to step out of the pants and kick them away. Just that quickly, he was fully bare, his erection standing out proudly from his body and making Loralia's mouth water. She ached to run her fingers along the delicious-looking shaft, but before she could touch him, Bannack tightened his arm around her waist and swept her off her feet and against him. He carried her backwards across the room and then lowered her to the bed. He gently came to rest on top of her, one hand supporting himself beside her to prevent his massive body from crushing her far smaller frame. His lips played across hers as he seemed to be trying to slow their progress, guiding them into a more gradual pace so that they could enjoy each other more. The hand that was around her slid out and she felt Bannack flatten it to the side of her ribcage and then draw it down the side of her body. He moved slowly, keeping a constant level of pressure on his hand as if trying to memorize the curves and swells of her waist, hip, and thigh before returning to her ribs and running the pad of his thumb along the underside of her breast.

  Loralia hated the loss of his warmth and weight on her when he pushed back and sat on his knees, but was immediately consoled when he reached forward to run her fingertips down the center of her chest. She arched into the touch, wanting to subtly present herself to him without pushing him into a faster pace. Bannack reached the bottom of her dress and grasped the fabric, guiding it up her body until he could sweep it off over her head.

  The cool air of the bedroom brushed over her skin and contrasted with the warmth of his fingertips, creating a shiver that rolled across her. Loralia saw Bannack’s eyes lock on the delicate panties that she wore, and heard a soft grumble in his throat. He lifted one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder, turning his head to kiss his way from her knee to the arch of her foot, then back, continuing past her knee so that he leaned completely forward, pressing his shoulder into her thigh as his mouth touched the skin above the front of her panties. She could feel his breath through the thin fabric and whimpered softly. His tongue dipped just beneath the waistband, brushing at the skin just above her peak. Her hips tightened and lifted slightly, offering herself to him. Bannack lowered her leg back to the mattress, positioning it so that it was partially bent at the knee and opened further.

  Loralia lifted her hips toward him again to offer her permission for his touch and express her need for more. His fingers tucked around her panties and guided them down off of her so that she was fully exposed and vulnerable to him. He was gazing down at her with a hunger in his richly orange eyes that made her body quiver and her heart beat faster.

  Bannack touched a single fingertip to the center of her chest again. She knew that he could feel the rhythm of her breath and the tremble of her heartbeat. Staring down at her as if drinking in the look of her body, he drew his finger down slowly. He let it follow the natural dip down the center of her torso, pausing momentarily at her navel and then traveling over the softness of her belly. He reached the valley between her hipbones and stopped, lifting his eyes to hers. Loralia drew in a breath and Bannack continued. Finally, the pad of his f
inger swept lightly over her hypersensitive pearl, discovering the wet heat that was waiting for him. She gasped at the sudden intense sensation and he drew his finger down further so that he could gather some of the smooth, silky fluid her body was offering him. His finger glided easily through her arousal, and he spent a few intoxicating moments exploring her most intimate curves and folds.

  Loralia needed more of the incredible feeling and drew her thighs up to grant him fuller, unrestricted access. Bannack took her invitation eagerly, delving his finger into her. She cried out and arched briefly off the mattress, savoring the feeling of him exploring her in such an intimate way, but also craving him to be fully inside of her. Bannack leaned forward and kissed her belly, causing his breath to ripple down her body so that it joined the incredible sensations his was creating within her with his hand. After a few moments, Bannack withdrew his finger and sat back up on his knees. Their eyes remained trained on each other as he reached for her hand and brought it up to touch him. Loralia bit her bottom lip and wrapped her hand around his erection. It was warm and impossibly hard against her palm as she settled her fingers around it as far as they could reach.

  Bannack released a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a long exhalation as he continued to hold her hand against his cock. She began to stroke him, bringing her hand from the base up over the head, and then giving a subtle twist before bringing it down again, and his head fell back. His hand fell away so that she had complete control and he could indulge himself fully in the sensation of her nurturing him. Bannack rested his hands on either side of her ribs and pulled Loralia up so that she was sitting with her legs bent on either side of him. She continued to stroke his cock, reaching forward with her other hand now to stroke his chest. The pad of her thumb swirled over his nipple and then she ran her hand down his chest to reach his erection so that she could wrap it firmly around the base, gripping it as she continued to stroke the rest of the shaft with her other hand. Bannack tucked his hands under Loralia's hips and lifted her so that he could guide her forward and across his lap. She took her hands from his erection and wrapped her arms around his neck. He brought her slowly down onto him, controlling her progress as she settled onto his hips. Loralia gasped as he filled her, gradually sinking into her until she felt like she couldn't accommodate any more, yet so perfectly fulfilled as she welcomed him into the body that was crafted specifically for him.

  She brought her head forward to tuck against Bannack’s shoulder and rest her lips against the side of his neck. They took a still, quiet moment as they both breathed in the first moments of being interlocked in this perfect, indescribable pleasure, his cock touching the curves and ridges within her in a way that sent shivers of delight radiating from her core throughout her body.

  Bannack cupped his hands around Loralia’s hips and she felt him guide them to roll against his body. The movement allowed him to stroke deeply within her without sacrificing the tight connection of their bodies, drawing moans of pleasure from her lips as she released all of the tension into her hips so that he sank even more deeply into her and his hands could lead her more easily. Loralia kissed along Bannack's neck and ran her hands up and down his back as she surrendered herself to his body and the love that he was expressing to her with each press that filled her.

  Bannack’s intensity grew and he gripped her hips harder, grinding them lustfully against his body so that his pelvic bone massaged into her clit, adding even more incredible sensations. Loralia felt her body stretching to hold him, her walls surrounding him in a passionate embrace that she had never experienced before she met him. After a moment, his grip relaxed and Loralia felt Bannack ease her off his lap so that he could lay her back onto the bed. He tucked his hand beneath her hips to gently guide her over onto her stomach. She bent her arm in front of her and rested her head on it, turning it just enough that she could watch him coming forward to stretch his body over hers. The return of the delicious, surrounding weight of him pressing down onto her made Loralia feel protected, safe, and wanted, further illuminating her deep love and burning desire for him.

  Bannack slipped one of his arms beneath her chest and he filled his hand with her breast, kneading it gently as his other hand glided down her other arm to tightly interlace his fingers with hers. She tightened the hold as she felt Bannack push forward, entering her again. The new angle was even more intense and sent a new wave of dizzying pleasure throughout her body, causing her to cry out and raise her hips up into him. Bannack's head settled onto her back between her shoulder blades. She felt his tongue glide across her skin, seeming to bring her back into her body so that she focused on more than just each deep thrust.

  Suddenly Loralia felt his weight shift as Bannack pushed back on his knees and held firmly to her hips. This increased his leverage so that he could slide his incredible shaft even deeper into her. Loralia moaned and arched her lower back slightly, lifting her hips to him to meet each stroke as he replaced the slow, tight rhythm with hard, intense thrusts. His upper body fell forward over her and she felt him lift her chest up against him. She turned her face and saw him close to her. Their eyes met and his groans became deeper and more primal. Bannack's pace quickened, each insistent thrust driving him so deeply inside her it nearly hurt, riding the delicate, exquisite edge between pain and pleasure that only fanned the growing fire in her belly.

  Each stroke was gradually building the delicious pressure she craved through her hips, thighs, and stomach, and she squeezed her eyes closed as she moaned his name and whimpered blissfully. That little sound seemed to push Bannack over the edge. He thrust into her with one more hard, impaling movement and she felt his cock throb deep within her. This incredibly intimate moment dissolved the pressure that had built within her body, causing it to cascade down around her in an earth-shattering climax. She gave a strangled cry as her body clenched around his and began a pattern of strong spasms that met each of his pulses in perfect rhythm. She imagined her body milking him, drawing his enraptured cock deeper and closer as he filled her, and she tucked her head down against the mattress to scream out as the image caused another wave of pleasure to crash over her.

  They remained like that for a few delectable moments, seemingly suspended in time, before Bannack finally came to rest on top of her. He remained that way only for a moment, then turned so that he didn’t put too much pressure on her and positioned them so that they could lay side by side. He curved his body around hers, molding to her back and holding her close with his hand pressed to her ribcage. Loralia could feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat against her back and each deep breath pressing his belly to her skin. Bannack kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck softly as their bodies cooled and their breathing normalized. Loralia smiled and brought her hand up to rest over his. His fingers intertwined with hers and he moved his hand up to rest over her heart, giving a sigh as if the feeling of her heartbeat brought him the same type of deep fulfillment that she felt.

  “I love you,” he murmured tenderly to her.

  “I love you,” she whispered back.

  Somewhere ahead of them in the darkness of space Penthos waited for them, but Loralia wasn’t afraid. Even as they hurtled toward it and the war crafted for them, she felt stronger and more prepared for anything that she would face than she ever had. She and Bannack were together now, bound together by their own love and by the history and culture of their kinds, and together they would stand up against everything that had happened to themselves, their species, and their allies, and protect the future that still lay ahead.

  To be continued…

  Book 1 – Captured by Sweet Alien

  Chapter 1

  The hairs on my neck stood. It happened every time my boss was near. He gave me the creeps and on more than one occasion I had to politely remind him to keep his filthy hands to himself. Ever since I turned down his advances he made up his mind on giving me the worst cases and projects. I lifted my tired eyes to see him standing in front of my desk
with a smirk. I knew that look. It meant he had something planned—and I wasn’t going to like it.

  “Ms. Baines, I have a new assignment for you.”

  Leaning back in my chair I nodded giving him permission to sit in the chair and waited for him to spit it out.

  “You’re going on a trip.”

  “Where to?”

  “Uoria.”

  I gulped. Out of all the places he could have sent me and it was to the planet full of the most temperamental species humans had ever studied. “What for?”

  “We need to learn more about them, what’s in their blood.”

  I gasped. “You know that’s against the rules, Ryan.” Everyone knew that the King and Queen made the rules. They still allowed us to do testing, but never of their blood. And I knew what happened to those who tried getting the blood of a Denynso. They never came back that’s what.

  He shrugged. “You’re sneaky enough and no one pays much attention to you. We need to know what makes them so powerful.”

  His eyes lit up and I shuddered. I knew exactly why he wanted a sample of their blood. It was the same reason every other scientist wanted it, and it was exactly why they had all failed.

  “Oh, and preferably the blood from their strongest warrior is what you need to get. You’ve heard of him right?”

  Of course I had. Everyone in my line of work had heard of the monstrous Denynso called Pyra. He was one mean son of a bitch and no one wanted near him. Well, besides all the women that vied for a place in his bed. But there was nothing scientific about that.

  “You know I won’t do that.”

  He shrugged. “Then you’re job is as good as gone and so will your reputation. You’ll never work again. Not in this field!” He spun on his heel and looked over his shoulder. “Might as well practice saying, “Do you want fries with that?” because that’s the only work you’ll ever get. You know how much we need this information.”