The Vilka's Mate: Scifi Alien Romance (Shifters of Kladuu Book 2)

by Pearl Foxx

  She lowered her body, pushing her backside up toward him, begging for fuller, deeper thrusts. All of him, she needed all of him.

  Gerrit plunged into her one more time, and he howled again, a full-throated sound that sent a spasm through Jude’s body. Her vision faded out as she screamed her own primal mating call and succumbed to the oblivion-inducing orgasm rocketing through her body.

  She squeezed his cock in the pulsing pattern of her own cascading orgasm, sending ripples of pleasure through them both as their breath slowed.

  Exhausted and spent, Jude whimpered as Gerrit pulled out of her. He collapsed on the cushions beside her.

  “That was …” She fumbled, her mind scrambled. She stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember what words were. “I mean, you’re big. Obviously. But that’s not enough to make me feel like that. I mean I can’t even think …”

  He chuckled, tucking her into his side and pulling a silken sheet over them. “Sleep, my mate,” he whispered against her ear.

  Jude should have argued against the title. It wasn’t hers. She was leaving. But the complaint died on her tongue, her body and mind too exhausted to fight sleep any longer.

  16

  Gerrit

  A crash woke Gerrit in a flash. His hand flew out to cover the sleeping woman beside him, his mate. His bonded mate.

  He shook his head. He’d think about that later.

  He sprang up, jerking one of the sheets they had discarded the night before around his waist. He prowled downstairs on silent feet, his skin rippling, ready to shift. He had no doubt he would manage the transition this morning. He’d rip apart anyone who tried to threaten his mate. But instead of an enemy on the first floor, he discovered a young human woman standing naked in the main room with broken dish shards and rolling fruta at her feet.

  “What the fuck?”

  “Alpha,” she lowered herself to the floor, touching her forehead to the ground as she spoke. “I am here as a gift from Mage Prior Tavorn to be shared with you and your mate. I also bring you food for nourishment during your bonding.”

  She gestured with her hand at the fruta without raising her head.

  “Get up,” he growled, tempted to grab the woman by the arm, but not wanting the smell of another woman on his skin. “What the fuck does Tavorn mean by this?”

  “Alpha, I don’t know what you mean, but I am a gift given in friendship and generosity.” The woman stood but still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  Gerrit took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. He could smell the woman’s terror, which meant she wasn’t here willingly. Tavorn was trying to entrap him, using Gerrit’s mating hormones against him to get him to participate in the spoils of Tavorn’s flesh trade. That fucking snake.

  “Please return to Tavorn and tell him Vilkans do not participate in the flesh trade nor do we lay with slaves who’ve been brought to our world against their will. We like our women and men willing when we mate with them.”

  The girl looked at him, her eyes wide. “Are you displeased with me?”

  “No,” Gerrit said, raking a hand through his hair. He wanted to yell and break things, but his anger wasn’t this girl’s fault. It was Tavorn’s. Perhaps the Hyla had also hoped to tempt Gerrit into acting out in a way that would merit his arrest. He wouldn’t put it past the Mage Prior. “What is your name?”

  “Suzanna,” the girl whispered, voice trembling.

  “You have done nothing to displease me, but to accept you as a gift would be dishonorable. Do you understand? You aren’t treated as such here, but you are a person, not a thing, and I wish for more than this for you.”

  The girl’s eyes glinted with tears, but she stood up straighter. “Thank you, Alpha.”

  “Gerrit,” he corrected.

  “Gerrit.” She smiled. “I will clean this up and report back to Tavorn.”

  A dark thought occurred to him. “You won’t be punished, will you? I will get dressed and go with you to explain everything to Tavorn. I do not wish any harm to come to you.”

  Suzanna shook her head. “No harm will come to me. Although I appreciate the kindness.” A sad look washed over her face but was gone before her next words. “I am one of Tavorn’s favored women. I will not be harmed.”

  She bent down and picked up the food and shards of broken tray before standing.

  “Are you certain?” Gerrit asked. He shook his head, his mind spinning with politics far too soon after waking. “If you are in any danger, I will protect you. You can return to my home when we leave if you need to escape.”

  Suzanna smiled ruefully. “I have been here for five years. You’re the first person to offer to protect me. Thank you. But I am fine. I am not mistreated, and the other humans here are my family.”

  Gerrit’s heart broke for her and the other women. “Someday, you will all be free.”

  “I believe you mean that, Gerrit.”

  “I do.”

  “I look forward to the day when I will see you again, as a free human.” She bowed and left the hut before he could say anything else.

  He climbed the stairs with heavy thoughts weighing him down and found Jude awake, dark hair softly curling over her shoulders, wrapped in an Arakin sheet. She was breathtaking. The sight of her ran through his body, consuming him with the overwhelming urge to hold her tight against him and declare to everyone who could hear that she belonged to him.

  The air smelled like sex and sweat. The scents of their two bodies mixed together intoxicated him, and if he had been a weaker man, he would have fallen to his knees at the smell alone.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked, sitting up in bed. “Did I hear you talking to someone downstairs?”

  Fuck, he was all kinds of in love with this woman. His mate. His wife. This couldn’t end well.

  “Everything is fine. Just another of Tavorn’s tricks.”

  Jude rolled her eyes and flopped back on the bed dramatically, pulling a laugh from his lips. She flung an arm over her eyes and whined, “It’s too early for nonsense. Can we go back to the no-nonsense from last night?”

  “Most of last night was nonsense, as I recall.”

  She peeked out from under her arm and ran her eyes over his bare chest. “Not the parts I remember. Drop that sheet and let’s see if I can help your memory.”

  He laughed again, heartily and easily. Jude made him feel like the man he thought he was supposed to become, not the guarded, angry man he’d turned into after his father’s death. She made him feel strong and light, full of hope and pride. And the way she looked at him …

  It wasn’t a surprise that, when he dropped the sheet, his cock was already hardening for her.

  Jude sat up and licked her lips, the sheet falling to her waist and revealing her perfectly dewdrop-shaped breasts. She crawled forward until she’d positioned herself right in front of his now fully erect cock.

  “Now, what should I do with this?” she teased, reaching out and running her hand up the length of him and circling his head.

  He made a sound that could loosely be called a gurgle and muttered incoherently as she stroked his erection.

  “Harder,” he said, and she squeezed, sending vibrations of pleasure through his body. He wanted to be inside her, to fill her up, to leave his scent and his seed all over her skin. The primal animal instincts were in control of his mind as he watched her wrap her plump perfect lips around his hardness.

  He slipped a hand into her hair, threading his fingers into the brown curls as she wrapped her tongue around him before sucking him in deeper.

  He watched, mesmerized as she took as much of his length as she could, licking along the length of his cock as she went. Her lips stretched wide, but she pushed on until he felt the back of her throat with the head of his cock.

  “Jude,” he moaned, pulling her hair slightly. He swayed on his feet as she began to move, bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks as she went. Her eyes drifted shut, and she placed one hand on his thigh, the othe
r wrapping around the root of his cock and squeezing in rhythm with her mouth.

  As good as it felt, he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He needed to be inside her.

  He pulled away and lifted her up by the upper arms, registering the soft bruising on her neck from his passionate kisses the night before. No one could doubt their mating now.

  He took her mouth in his and walked her backward against the wall of their tiny room until he had her pinned. She tasted like sunshine and fruta and sex. He made love to her mouth, licking and nipping at her lips as he ran his hands down her sides and under her ass.

  He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him, gripping his shoulders with a moan.

  “Gerrit,” she breathed as he slid inside her, easier this morning now that she was used to his size.

  She was wet and warm, and when he rocked up into her, she felt like home.

  He leaned her against the wall and thrust up, pinning her in place while kissing her hard.

  She wiggled against his hold, trying to find a point of leverage so she could control their movement, but Gerrit was having none of that. This time, he was taking full control.

  With one hand, he smacked her ass.

  “Hey!” she squealed, eyes flashing wide, but her inner walls squeezed him tight.

  He ran a gentle hand over the spot he’d slapped, and she quivered.

  “Oh,” she moaned, closing her eyes once again and grinding harder against him.

  “You like that?” he whispered in her ear as he began a slow and deliberate pace.

  “What? I can’t remember. You might have to do it again,” she breathed, running her hands across his shoulders.

  He smacked her again, harder this time, and her core clamped down like a vise grip on his cock, pulling all reason out of him until he slammed up into her again, hard and fast. Jude lowered her head to his shoulder and bit the flesh between his shoulder and neck.

  He lost it at the sensation of her teeth. He rammed into her with all his force, thrusting over and over, holding nothing back, knowing she could take it. Take him.

  He gave everything he had, every movement, every touch, every kiss, every breath. He made love to her with all the wildness of his Vilkan heart, and when she came around him, quivering and clinging to him, he followed her into oblivion.

  17

  Gerrit

  If things had been different and Gerrit had mated with Jude at home, in his mountain, they would have stayed in bed for a week.

  When Rayner and Vera completed their mating ceremony, they hadn’t emerged from their home for nearly three weeks. By that time, Vera’s pregnant belly had had a noticeable swell, and Rayner’s joy had been a tangible entity that seemed to enter any room a few steps before he did.

  In just a couple months, Rayner’s pup would be born. That was all Gerrit needed to consider to drive him out of bed and away from Jude’s sleeping form. He had to secure the medicine from Tavorn. Rayner’s child could not be a trapped young.

  Gerrit would not fail another friend.

  Not again.

  His mind churned with thoughts of Nestan. Where was he? What was his father doing to him? Nestan had always been vague about his childhood with Savas, but Gerrit had seen enough of his friend’s scars to know Savas hadn’t been a kind father.

  Gerrit paced away from the bed and went into the bathroom. Outside, the sun sank into the ocean horizon, spilling fiery reds and oranges across softly lapping water. He and Jude had spent the entire day in bed, making love and telling stories about their lives. Gerrit couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so free of worries. The two Kladian moons hung high in the sky. Just seeing them and feeling their silvery warmth on his naked skin comforted him. He turned on the shower and stood beneath the salty stream of frigid water.

  “Is there room in there for me?”

  He wiped the water off his face and found Jude watching him with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. Her skin glowed bronze and tight over her lean muscles. Already his cock swelled for her. He grinned. “Get in here.”

  Jude stepped into the stream of water, letting it wash over her hair, rivulets running down her taut skin and dripping from her perfect nipples.

  Gerrit leaned down and lapped at the salt water, pulling her breast into his mouth and sucking gently, savoring the inherent flavor of Jude’s skin. She tasted so good. Every time he put his mouth on her body, it surprised him. How could a person taste so perfect?

  Jude moaned and ran a hand through his wet hair, pulling him closer. Soon she was pressed up against the wall as he moved from one breast to the other, his hands roaming her body. Her breath hitched, and he nipped at her pebbled nipple.

  But Gerrit wanted more. He wanted to lavish her with his tongue and show her how much she had come to mean to him in even this short amount of time.

  He pulled away, and Jude opened her eyes with a pout.

  “Don’t worry,” Gerrit reassured her, taking one of the clear bottles from the shelf and pouring out the soap the Hylas used, formulated to work with the saline water to clean their scales and hair. He massaged it into Jude’s hair, pressing his fingers into her scalp until she moaned. “See? Not everything has to be so fast and hard.”

  “But I like it fast and hard.”

  “And I’m deliriously happy about that fact, but let me take my time with you.”

  He went on to rub her down with his soapy hands. He began at her shoulders, noticing how well her wound had healed; she probably wouldn’t even have a scar. He massaged her back, rubbing his thumbs into the tight knots along her spine, stroking her sides with his large, strong hands.

  Gerrit loved the way her tight waist and rounded hips looked under his touch. She was small but not in the least bit delicate. He knelt and kneaded her ass, enjoying the fullness of her firm, thick thighs.

  Jude moaned and leaned forward, giving him a glorious view of her ass and just a tease of her inner lips. He nuzzled in, spreading her legs and licking at her warmth from behind. Soon her legs shook with pleasure, and he dove in deeper, seeking out her clit, his hands clutching her thighs and his cock straining, desperate for release as she pushed back against him.

  “Dammit, Gerrit, get up here and fuck me.” Jude pulled away from his hungry lips and braced her body against the wall of the shower, offering herself up for his cock to devour.

  He didn’t hesitate. Standing at his full height, he guided his cock to her swollen entrance and sank inside her with an easy thrust.

  “Hmm,” Jude murmured. “That’s what I needed.”

  She pressed herself against the wall as he rocked up into her with long, slow thrusts. Unlike their manic lovemaking last night, he set a steady and punishingly slow pace until his mate—until Jude—shook with denied pleasure, swearing and squirming around him.

  Her vibrating heat almost pushed him over the edge, but he enjoyed watching her beg too much. Jude reached a hand between her legs, no longer waiting on him to bring her to climax, but Gerrit grabbed her wrist and then the other and pinned them over her head with one hand. She moaned and pushed back against him even harder, playing along.

  With his other hand, he stroked her back, her sides, her ass. He gripped her hips and sank deep inside her over and over. She lifted and opened herself to him so he could see the puckered opening of her ass. With a slick thumb, he pressed against it gently. Jude sucked in a breath at his touch, her body tensing.

  “I want to claim every part of you,” he growled against her ear and nipped at her lobe.

  She shuddered. A beat later, she nodded, her cheek pressed against the tiles of the shower. She rubbed her ass against his thumb, urging him on.

  Leaning back, he pressed his thumb in deeper until he was fucking her with his thumb and his cock. The sight of her before him, taking him, was so hot, so vulnerable, that it sent him over the edge, his cock swelling and his hips rocketing forward as he pressed his thumb deeper and deeper inside, desperate to feel every inch of every
part of her.

  When he came, he released her and grabbed her hips as he lost himself inside her. Jude shook, her legs barely able to hold her up. Gerrit used his strength to keep her steady, and he drove them both forward and into bliss.

  Over an hour later, they were dressed in clothes provided by a Hylan servant. Gerrit wore loose pants that felt more like a soft breeze against his skin than actual clothes. His feet and chest were bare, his hair still damp from the prolonged shower he’d enjoyed with Jude.

  She wore a lavender dress that left her shoulders bare and swished around her ankles as she walked beside him. She’d left her hair down to dry, and her clean scent mixed with his smell on her skin had him yearning to turn her around and go straight back to bed.

  A day in bed with her wasn’t enough, but he kept his hands to himself.

  “You’re going to talk to Tavorn tonight about the medicine?” Jude asked quietly. She kept a wary eye on the Hylas walking along the pathways between the huts. For their part, the Hylas mostly kept their distance from the couple, but Gerrit tucked Jude beneath his arm anyway.

  “He should give it to me tonight. Caj will be here sometime tomorrow if Swanson made it back.”

  Jude shot him a glance. “And if he didn’t?”

  “He did,” Gerrit said because he had to believe it. “Swanson would move planets to get back to his mate. They’ve been together since they were pups.”

  “That’s so sweet.” Jude’s worry turned to a soft, glowing happiness.

  Unable to resist, Gerrit turned her face to his and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

  Laughing, she leaned her head against his shoulder. As they grew closer to the Vydal, Gerrit’s footsteps slowed. Jude wrinkled her nose in distaste when she caught the first few strands of heavy bass. “Another party?”