by Dixon, Ruby
Leilani smiles, and she’s heartbreakingly beautiful. “Then let’s do this.”
“I thought that’s what we were doing,” I tell her, and thrust my finger into her again.
She gasps, her thighs trembling over mine, and a little moan escapes her before she lifts her hips and bucks onto my finger again. I love the sight of her face as she rides my hand, but it makes me want more.
“Let me taste you,” I demand. “I want my mouth on you.”
“Next time,” she promises, and rocks her cunt against my hand again. “I want you too badly.”
I want her, too. I want her so much that I’m aching, my body pushed to the limits so quickly that it’s startling. I’ve never needed a female as badly as I need Leilani right now in this instant. I need to claim her, to mark her as mine with my seed and fill her cunt with my essence. It’s a primal urge…but so is my need to taste her.
A compromise, then.
I slide my finger out of her heat and I love the whimper of protest she makes. My hand is slick with her honey, and I raise it to my mouth and suck the taste of her off my fingers. She’s just as delicious as I imagined, the scent of her filling my nose and the taste of her on my lips is incredible. I’m disappointed when I suck them clean, and I’m hungry to taste her again. But then Leilani’s mouth is on mine, and her hand is between our bodies. She pulls my stiff cock free of my trousers and moans as she wraps her fingers around my girth.
“You’re so warm,” she whispers. “Warm and hard and covered with ridges.”
I pull her close, press my face against the softness of her neck, and kiss her there. “You like the ridges?”
“Oh yes.” Her breath catches in her throat as I nip her neck. “Can I…touch your spur?”
“You can touch me wherever you like, little one.”
She reaches up and caresses it, fascinated. “It’s hard like cartilage. Does it do anything?”
“Should it?” To me, the spur is just…there. Like my tail.
“I guess not.” Leilani looks up at me and bites her lip. “It’s just new to me.”
She’s so beautiful that I can’t concentrate on anything but her full mouth and her hands on my cock. “Do whatever you like to me. I’m yours.”
It’s clear that she likes hearing that. She squeezes my cock and then lifts her hips. I capture her mouth, kissing her with all the fierce hunger and need inside me, and I groan when she fits me against the entrance to her core. One move, and then I’ll be inside her…
And then she sinks down atop me.
The groan rips from my throat and I clench her soft body against me, burying my face in her neck as she slowly rocks down onto my length. She strokes one of my horns in a gentle caress, as if she needs to touch all of me. Then I’m seated completely inside her, and her cunt’s squeezing me tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s keffing bliss.
“Oh,” she breathes. “That’s what your spur does.”
“What?”
Her hand slides down my stomach and she reaches between us, demonstrating. Her fingers trace the short length of my spur and where it ends, it’s pressing alongside the little button of her clit that’s so sensitive.
Interesting. I rock my hips, thrusting up against her, and her eyes flutter shut as a primal sound escapes her throat. “Oh, god.”
Now that’s more like it.
We build a rhythm, our bodies coming together awkwardly as we try to figure the other out. She’s small and I worry I’m going to hurt her, even as she drives her hips down on my cock, demanding more than I’m giving her. The little tease tries to take control, and even though she’s seated atop me, I grip her hips and show her that I’m the one in charge of her pleasure. Her breathing quickens, and her moans become more and more frequent. I drive into her, thrusting into the tight heat of her cunt, and each time, she cries out, her hand spasming against my chest. “Your spur,” she says, over and over again. “Dear god, your spur.”
I think she likes it.
I can feel her tightening around my cock, the clasp of her body driving me to the edge. I grab a handful of her glossy, dark hair and wrap it around my hand, trapping her against me as surely as my hand on her hip—and my cock spearing her cunt—do. “My little one,” I tell her, and nip at her throat again. “My beautiful mate. My Leilani.”
She comes with a cry when I say her name, and her channel shudders around me, squeezing me so tight that I come, too. My seed pours into her, my release blinding me with the intensity of it. I’ve never come so hard or so fast.
By the time I can catch my breath, I realize she’s panting against me and our thighs are sticky with my release. I shift my weight and she moans again, rocking wetly down on my length again as if greedy for more.
And suddenly I am, too. I kiss her pretty golden-brown neck, unable to stop touching her, stop tasting her. I’m going to take her home to OUR bed and fill her cunt with my seed again. And then I’m going to lick her sweet folds clean of any trace of my claiming…and do it all over again.
Her hand curls against the front of my tunic and she sighs, then snuggles up against me.
This female. I still can’t believe she’s mine. “You could have left me, Leilani.”
“Mmm?” She lifts pleasure-sated eyes to gaze at me, questioning.
“You could have left me at the compound. Let them dump me back on Haven. Gotten yourself someone that’s not a criminal.”
She reaches up and touches my mouth, her fingers skimming over my lips. “You’re a prisoner of war, remember? That’s different. And even if you were a criminal, it doesn’t matter. You’re good to me. You treat me like I’m a person and you respect me. You could have hurt me, robbed me, raped me, and instead, you were good to me. You never pushed, even when I wanted you to. I want you, Tassar. You’re the only person I could see being truly happy with. I know it’s too early to declare love—”
“Is it? Because you’ve been mine since the moment I saw you.” I take her hand and press a kiss to the palm. I like this human kissing. It feels good. Right. Just like Leilani does. “The moment I looked at you, I knew you were everything for me. I don’t need to wait to know that I love you.”
Her eyes shine with happiness. “Really?”
“Really.”
“You’ve given me so much,” she says softly, and then wraps her arms around my neck, her expression growing both mischievous and full of need. “Now, give me your baby.”
And I do.
Bonus Epilogue
TASSAR
“What do you call this again?” Lord va’Rin asks in that oh-so-polite voice of his as he watches my Leilani move around the yard to the side of our small house.
“A keffing tragedy is what I call it,” Jutari says. He has his hands hooked to the carrier strapped to his chest and scowls at the pit of cooking food. The baby on his chest has no idea of her father’s bad mood. She flails her little arms and legs with excitement, burbling as she watches the activity.
“It is called a luau,” I say to the others.
“Throwing meat in a pit and covering it with leaves,” Jutari grumbles. “I bet it will taste like dirt.”
“The pit is an imu. It is tradition among her people. You prepare the pit carefully with layers of rocks and leaves and fire and then let the meat slow cook in the pit until it is ready.” I nudge him. “She made food in it yesterday and it was delicious.” My Leilani tested the pit yesterday, because she wanted to ensure that the food would taste similar to what it was in her homeland. The leaves here are not the same, the rocks are not the same, and the meat-stock certainly is not, but she was pleased with the results. I loved the way her eyes lit up so brightly at the first taste of meat. It was like she had figured out a way to bring part of her home here to this world, and it filled me with joy.
So I lean close to Jutari. “She has worked very hard on this for days. I don’t care if the meat tastes like dirt. She’s my mate and this makes her happy, so you’re go
ing to take big mouthfuls, exclaim how good it tastes, and demand seconds.”
He scowls, offering his finger to the chubby baby strapped to his chest. “You think this is my first time pretending to like human food? Chloe made a thing she called ‘iced cream’ the other day.” He shudders. “I pretended to love it even though the taste was a nightmare.”
“I quite like human food.” Lord Varrik va’Rin glances over at the two of us, his hands clasped behind his back. “But then again, as a former diplomat, one learns that you eat everything with a gracious smile…and try not to think about the preparation or ingredients too much.”
If everyone doesn’t enjoy Leilani’s kalua pua’a, she’ll be terribly disappointed. I’m not entirely sure what ‘pua’a’ is. She tells me it’s like pork, but I don’t know what that is either. But the food she made yesterday was tender and juicy, and I just grin at the men proudly. They’ll see.
I can’t help but be a bit nervous on Leilani’s behalf, though. It’s the first time my mate has entertained guests, and she’s been so nervous for the last few days that it’s making me nervous, too. I want it to go well for her, because if it doesn’t…I’m going to have to stomp some asses. “It’s going to be keffing delicious, damn it. Wait and see.”
Jutari just makes a noise that might be dissent, and the baby drags his finger to her mouth and chews on it. “Someone’s here’s hungry at least.”
Lord va’Rin considers the baby even as the women bustle past us. I see va’Rin’s mate Milly waddle past with a big bowl of something perched atop her expansive belly. She’s heavily pregnant, and I see va’Rin’s gaze settle on her for a long moment before he turns to Jutari. “May I hold your child?”
Jutari frowns, a hint of the dangerous criminal he used to be flashing across his face. “Why?”
Va’Rin gestures at his mate. “I should think it obvious.”
“You’ve never held a baby before?”
Chloe – Jutari’s mate – immediately appears, heading over to her male’s side with a big wooden spoon in hand. “Let him hold her,” she tells her mate with an exasperated smile. “I have to finish making the potato salad.”
“Potato salad?” Jutari echoes.
“Ish?” Chloe shrugs and helps him undo the baby.
“Ish? What does ‘ish’ mean?”
“It means it’s potato salad-ish.” She grins at her child and pulls her from Jutari’s chest, then holds the child out to Lord va’Rin. “Her name is Kivita.”
Lord va’Rin takes the baby in his arms, a perplexed expression on his face. He studies Chloe, and then Kivita once more, his expression pale. “She is very big.”
“Her father is very big,” Chloe says, and then waves the spoon. “I have to go. Jutari will help you if you need anything.” She smacks her mate’s ass with the spoon, giggles, and then heads back into our house.
Jutari grins at his little mate as she retreats, then gives Lord va’Rin an odd look. “You’re rather pale.”
“She is very large for a human mother,” Lord va’Rin says after a long moment. He continues to hold the baby at arm’s length, the child squirming in his arms, her little legs kicking. “Did it cause your mate much pain to give birth?”
“Terrible, unendurable pain,” Jutari drawls. “Chloe likes to remind me of it every time we get into an argument.”
Va’Rin looks sick. He quickly hands the baby to me. “I must see about scheduling the finest physician in this galaxy to come to Risda for the next several weeks.” He stares at his very pregnant mate and then rubs his mouth. “Months. Make that months.”
I take Kivita in my arms and bounce her.
“He looks keffing terrified,” Jutari says, watching Lord va’Rin retreat. “Maybe I should have told him Chloe wasn’t exactly upset about the birth and she’s pregnant again, so it wasn’t all that bad?”
I grunt. “His mate is small. Not like my Leilani.” I eye my mate as she moves toward the pit. She has a brightly colored skirt tied at her waist, and I can see a sliver of brown skin from where her cropped tunic rides up and exposes her back. I admire her wide hips and strong, sturdy thighs. “My Leilani will be able to carry a kit like this, no problem.”
“You say that now, but you wait until it starts coming and she screams with pain. This head,” he taps lightly at Kivita’s fuzzy little scalp. “Has to come out of your mate.”
I study the baby. She’s adorable, shoving one chubby light blue fist into her mouth and gnawing on it. Her teeny tiny horns are nothing but nubs, and she’s got the small blip of a human nose instead of a strong, hard mesakkah one. Her eyes are bright and a dark brown as she gazes up at me, and then begins to giggle. She’s adorable. I heft her again, grinning, but my grin slides off my face as I realize…she really is quite large. And her head is enormous. I look over at Leilani again, and that sick feeling churns in my gut. “Here,” I say to Jutari. “Take your daughter.”
“Where are you going?” He takes her from me, a frown on his face.
“I’m going to go see if I can get the name of that physician from Lord va’Rin,” I say, and head inside.
Author’s Note
Hello there!
I hope you enjoyed this short, sweet, sexy little story! When the girls at Read Me Romance first approached me to write for them, I declined. My schedule’s already hectic as hell, right? I’m constantly running behind. But the first week I heard RMR, I fell in love. I loved the banter, the books, the positivity. They were having so much fun that I wanted to be in on that fun! So I wrote Mel immediately and said I wanted in, and could they find a spot for me somewhere?
Spoiler: They did!
I loved writing Leilani and Tassar. I’ve had requests from a lot of people to write short, sweet stories kind of like The Alien’s Mail Order Bride. I hope this delivered for you in all the best ways. If you’re getting the ebook of this and you’ve never listened to Read Me Romance, I highly recommend you download a podcast app on your phone of choice and get to it!
If you’re wondering where you’ve seen Chloe and Jutari before, they were the main couple in Prison Planet Barbarian. If you’re wondering about Milly and Lord va’Rin, they’re the couple in Pretty Human. If you’re wondering about Vordigar, he doesn’t have a book….yet. And if you’re wondering how all those humans got to Risda III, that’s a story I’m also working on. :)
Ruby
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