Sara and Jerden left the house and strolled out to the lake together. The kids were all splashing about in the water while the adults relaxed near the shore, lying on chaise lounges or blankets spread out on the ground. The sight of so many Zetithians together struck Sara in a way it hadn’t before. She was a part of that community now—married to one of their kind and already carrying a litter of his children. True, they weren’t blood relatives of Jerden’s, but with so few of them left, the sense of kinship was very pronounced.
That feeling was new to Sara. She’d been part of a loving family, but with others, she had always been on the outside looking in, first as something of a misfit child, then a damaged teen, and later, a woman who shunned men like the plague. Her relationship with Jerden had changed her in so many ways she barely recognized herself. She now felt no reluctance to join the group, plopping down on a chaise to soak up the sun while Jerden pulled a chair up beside her, even laughing when she heard Onca’s response to Salan’s blatant sexual overtures.
“Oh, hell no,” he exclaimed. “Not for a million credits.”
Salan clearly didn’t know what to make of that. “I don’t understand. You’re willing to do it for money on Rhylos. I would’ve thought…”
“Even my dick needs a break once in a while,” he said. “I fuck for a living, and right now I’m on vacation.” Stretched out on a chaise lounge beneath the blazing sun, he did look relaxed, and if he smelled the scent of Salan’s desire, it certainly didn’t show.
Salan frowned. “But don’t you enjoy your job? Jack told me you did.”
“I do. And I’ll be happy to ask Roncas to schedule a session with you just as soon as I get back to Rhylos.” Onca paused, lowering his voice slightly. “You must understand, Salan, I’ve got to draw the line somewhere. Otherwise, I’d be fucking all the time and never get any peace.”
Coming from any other man, this statement would’ve sounded unforgivably cocky if Sara hadn’t already known it to be true. Even so, Lucy snickered. “Trust me, that will change if you ever get married, Onca. You guys have a way of making your mates insatiable, and if you’re anything like Tarq, the scent of your pregnant mate will drive you wild. You’ll be doing it all the time.”
“Which is the very reason I’m staying single,” Onca declared. “When I’m off duty, I’m off duty.” He settled himself back on the chaise, closing his eyes as though doing so might block Salan from his mind. Sara wondered if he could shut off his sense of smell as easily.
Jerden leaned his head against Sara’s. “He’s obviously never been in love.”
“I heard that,” Onca said, opening one eye. “And you’re right, though I’m not sure what love has to do with it. A scent is a scent is a scent, and it doesn’t matter whose it is as long as it makes your dick hard.”
“Definitely never been in love,” Dax said with a glance at his wife. “Want to go for a swim?”
“Absolutely.” Ava’s hair began to wave back and forth as though tossed by the wind. Only there wasn’t any wind, at least none that Sara could detect. “Don’t forget your mask.”
“Oh, I won’t.” Dax got to his feet, holding a curved piece of a crystalline substance. “Can’t ever forget that.” The two of them ran down to the shore and swam out into the deepest part of the lake, well away from the children.
Salan had that puzzled look on her face again, but it was Waroun who chose to enlighten her. “Ava can breathe underwater. Dax can too, as long as he’s wearing that mask.”
“So?”
Waroun waggled his fingers and licked his lips. “Underwater nookie.”
“With a Zetithian.” Salan let out a whimper. “Oh, wow…”
“Book an appointment, Salan,” Onca said, not bothering to open his eyes. “I’ll give you a discount.”
She hesitated, chewing on a fingernail. “How long would I have to wait?”
“I dunno,” Onca replied. “I think I’m booked up through 3020, but you’d have to ask Roncas to be sure.”
Salan groaned. “That’s two whole years.”
“Gives you more time to save up your credits,” Onca said. “Don’t worry about the trip. Dax will take you there cheap.”
Waroun nodded. “He sure will, but you know, if you’d just give me a try, I think you’d forget all about those cats.”
Salan shook her head. “I’ve done that already. Not with you, of course, but with someone else, um, like you.”
“And you still want one of the cats?” Waroun tapped his lips with a fingertip. “Oh, Salan, you have been so misguided. He must’ve been a real dud.”
“Maybe, but you’ve got to admit that Zetithians are better looking than Norludians. At least, they are to a human.”
Waroun frowned. “Didn’t think you were human, Salan. Got Davordian eyes, don’t you?”
Salan nodded absently, her longing gaze still fixed on Onca, whose eyes remained closed. “I’m half human—and Davordians are more like humans than Norludians. So are Zetithians.”
Sara could definitely relate. She wouldn’t have taken Waroun over Onca, either. However, she could also understand Onca’s position, though it did seem odd for an unattached man to turn down a woman like Salan. Jerden’s refusal of her had been due to a rather unique set of circumstances. Normally, he probably would’ve been happy to be of service to her.
A strange sensation crept through her at the thought of Jerden consorting with Salan. Glancing sideways, she caught him smiling at her as though he’d heard her thoughts. Covering her hand with his own, he gave it a reassuring squeeze. No. He wouldn’t be doing anything with Salan. Ever.
A slight nod and a flick of his eyes directed her attention to Nate, who sat alone at a table a little apart from the others, his fingers drumming on the tabletop as he hitched in his chair. He’d seemed fine during the ceremony and immediately afterward, but now he looked like a man who longed to be elsewhere. He fidgeted for several moments before finally voicing his irritation. “Got something against humans, Salan?”
Salan tore her eyes away from Onca with obvious reluctance. “No, but there aren’t many of them around.”
Nate’s eyes widened. Sara thought he was about to say more, but he didn’t. The muscles along his jaw bulged slightly as though he’d clenched his teeth. Apparently he was still having rejection issues.
In light of her suspicions, Sara didn’t give a damn how he felt, but it gave her the perfect opening. “By the way, Nate. I’ve been meaning to ask you. Have you had any problems with juluva weed poisoning? Danuban’s been chowing down on it here at Jerden’s place and nearly died.”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Nate’s voice was smooth, his blue eyes gazing directly at hers with no hint of guile. If she’d thought to trip him up during a vulnerable moment, she’d failed. “Sorry to hear that about your stallion, though. He’s a fine animal. I’d hate for you to lose him.”
“Me, too.” She glanced at Jerden. “Which reminds me, we need to check out the creek that runs along the eastern border of our land. There was an awful lot of that weed growing here by the lake. Might be more of it in the creek bed.”
Jerden nodded. “We can take a ride out there tomorrow.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t notice it growing here before he got sick, Sara.” Nate didn’t bother to add a smile, which might have taken some of the sting out of his words. “You must’ve been over here enough.”
That’s it, Nate. Let’s make this seem like it’s all my fault—or Jerden’s.
Sara focused on keeping her reply civil, which was difficult when she was itching to hurl accusations at him. “Not really. I’d only been to the house once or twice. The juluva was growing on the far side of the lake.”
Nate registered this with a slight lift of his brow. “Well, that explains it, then.”
“Funny thing, though. Lowinski said he’d been exposed to juluva before.” She paused for a moment, giving the idea time to sink in. “The scan showed traces of the toxin in the older sections of his hooves.”
The muscles along Nate’s jaw hardened. He might as well have confessed. “That is odd.”
“Of course, we’ll probably never know how that happened,” Sara said smoothly. “But you still might want to check your pastures, just to be sure.”
“I’ll do that.”
I’ll just bet you will.
***
Jerden thought she’d handled that rather well, particularly when Nate didn’t jump up and leave immediately. However, it wasn’t long before he pleaded the need to get back home to tend his stock. After offering more congratulations—which actually seemed sincere—he left.
Nate hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes when Jack strolled over and dropped a plain wooden box in Sara’s lap. “Wedding present.”
Sara’s eyes widened. “I’m almost afraid to open this.” She glanced up at Jack. “It won’t bite me, will it?”
“Go on,” Jack urged. “I didn’t have any fancy wrapping paper, but it’s something you need.” She frowned slightly. “Couldn’t find what I wanted when Cat and I went shopping yesterday, so we took a run back to the spaceport. After poking around in the cargo hold for a bit, I found just the thing.”
Cat glanced at Jack with a smile that was as loving as it was tolerant. “I am not sure you will agree, Sara. But she means well.”
Tisana winced. “Oh, Jack, you didn’t. Not again.” Her husband, Leo, patted her hand. Living aboard a starship with Jack had to be trying at times, though Jerden would’ve bet it was certainly never dull.
“Nice gift there, Jack,” Onca remarked as Sara gingerly lifted the lid. “A pistol and a comlink?”
“A universal comlink and a Nedwut pulse pistol,” Jack said. “And a holster. Sara is married to a Zetithian now.” She leveled a steely-eyed glare at Sara. “Jerden needs protection. You must carry them always and maintain constant vigilance. Do you hear me, Sara? Constant. Vigilance.”
Sara’s jaw dropped, though she shouldn’t have been surprised. Jack had already mentioned giving her a pistol, and if she hadn’t expected the woman to follow through with the offer, she obviously didn’t know Jack well enough.
“That comlink will work on any system on any planet,” Jack said. “And that isn’t one of your run of the mill pistols, either. It’s a Nedwut pulse pistol. Even the stun setting is lethal to some species, and it’s got a kill setting on it.”
“A kill setting?” Sara echoed. “Isn’t that a bit extreme?”
“Maybe,” Jack admitted. “But if some crazy-ass Nedwut who hasn’t gotten wind of Grekkor’s death ever finds a way to land here and is looking to collect the bounty on Jerden, you’ll be ready for him. Nothing sold on this world will stop a Nedwut.” She paused, grumbling. “Piss-poor weaponry. Probably wouldn’t even stun a Drell.”
Lucy frowned, casting a nervous glance at Tarq before addressing Jack. “Maybe so, but that’s pretty unlikely, don’t you think? The regulations here are very tough. And no one is paying the bounty anymore.”
“There’s never been a regulation yet that someone didn’t find a way to get around,” Jack declared. “And, generally speaking, Nedwuts are fuckin’ idiots anyway.” Her lips formed a moue of distaste. “Greedy bastards.” She nodded at Sara. “Carry that with you all the time. It needs to become a part of you.” She patted her own holstered weapon. “No one is ever gonna get past me if they come after Cat. Ever.” Without another moment’s hesitation, she rounded on Lucy. “And where’s your pistol, Miss Lucy? I distinctly remember giving you one.”
“I didn’t think I’d need to bring it to a wedding,” Lucy protested.
“Don’t worry,” Tarq said. “I’ve got it. I knew she’d ask.”
Once the collective laughter died down, Onca gave Jack a wink. “Gonna wear yours while you’re swimming?”
“Absolutely,” Jack replied. “They’ll fire underwater.” She paused, scowling. “Not as accurately as they should, though. I need to speak to the manufacturers about that. Definitely room for improvement.” She nodded at Jerden. “Got a present for you, too.”
Sara burst out laughing as Jack handed Jerden a small stone. “A rock? You’re giving him a rock?”
“Darconian glowstone,” Jack said. “Great for setting the mood.”
Jerden nodded, tucking the stone beneath his belt just as one of Cat and Jack’s oldest boys ran past, his inky curls plastered to his wet back.
“Hey, Larry!” Jack called out. “What’s your hurry?”
Larry paused briefly, giving his mother a long-suffering look. “I gotta check the deep space coms.”
“Yeah, right,” Jack said with a wave. “Carry on.”
Grinning, Larry jogged over to one of the tents and ducked under the flap.
“Looks like you’ve got those boys pretty well trained,” Jerden remarked.
“No need with him,” Jack said. “He fiddles with that com system constantly. Pulls it out of the damn ship and carries it with him everywhere. He’s got it set up in the tent.” Jack shook her head, but her proud smile was hard to miss. “I’m surprised he doesn’t sleep with it.”
“He hates to be out of touch with the rest of the galaxy,” Cat explained.
“I think he’s got a girlfriend on Derivia,” Jack confided. “Those two are yakking back and forth all the time.”
“Are you sure it’s a girl?” Leo asked. “I’ve heard some of their conversations. They don’t sound very lover-like.”
“Well, I thought it was a girl.” Jack raked a hand through her short locks and gave her head a scratch. “Hard to tell with Derivians. I’d just as soon he didn’t take up with one of them anyway. Better to find a nice Terran girl.”
“Someone like you?” A soft blue glow emanated from Cat’s eyes.
Jack reached out, tracing the line of his cheek with a fingertip. “Aw, Kittycat, you always say the sweetest things.”
***
As afternoon gave way to evening, Sara’s parents went back to her house to rest up for their departure the next morning. Sara’s stable hands went back to the barn to feed the horses. The local guests also took their leave, though Salan elected to remain—presumably in the hope of changing Onca’s mind. None of those camping out in the tents seemed inclined to call it a night, so Jerden built a fire near the shore and everyone gathered around it, enjoying their time together, until one by one, the children grew sleepy and disappeared behind the tent flaps.
“Great wedding,” Onca remarked during a lull in the conversation. “Didn’t think it would be this relaxing.”
Sara could certainly relate to that. She took a sip of her wine, trying to recall when she’d ever felt so joyous or so at peace with herself and the world. She’d never dreamed she would ever marry, let alone be as happy as she was at that moment, lounging on a blanket near the fire with Jerden spooned up behind her. She could feel his erection pressing against her backside and wondered how he could be content to simply lie there and hold her when she knew he had to be uncomfortable.
“Glad you’re having a good time.” Jerden’s purring was so soft she couldn’t even hear it, but the vibrations resonated throughout her body, sending tendrils of warmth and love curling around her heart. “We’ll have to do this again someday.”
Sara doubted that would ever happen. Not like this. People changed, paths diverged, perhaps never to cross again. Closing her eyes, she savored the moment, knowing it was one she would attempt to recall quite often in later years, and she wanted to remember every detail. The crackling fire, the still night air, the solid ground beneath her, Cria curled up beside them, surrounded by Jerden’s other assorted pets. And Jerden. Above everything else, Jerden.
Onca yawned, his catlike fangs gleaming in the firelight. “Sounds good to me.”
Hearing a sigh, Sara turned her head in the direction of the sound.
Salan was lying on a blanket in the shadows beyond the fire, and though she didn’t appear to be looking at Onca, the sigh had undoubtedly been hers. An arm was draped over her, much the way Jerden’s arm surrounded Sara. Nate had left the party earlier. Sara couldn’t imagine who it might be until he got up, motioning for Salan to follow. Sara stifled a gasp as Waroun took Salan’s hand and led her into the darkness.
Whether Jerden noticed this startling event or not wasn’t clear, but nonetheless, he seemed to take it as his cue. “Time to say good night, though. It’s been a long day.”
Jerden put his arm around her shoulders as they walked back to the house, and she caught herself thinking about that first night they’d spent together. As sick as he was, he’d been unaware of her presence. Tonight he would be more responsive, but that night had been special in its own way, for her life had undergone a significant change as a result. She could never have predicted this outcome; happily-ever-afters weren’t for the woman she’d been back then. They were for the woman she had become.
Having reached the porch, Jerden’s eyes glowed with golden fire as he swept her into his arms and carried her across the threshold. “I’d forgotten about this Earth custom. Something Lucy said a while ago reminded me.”
Sara slid her arms around his neck and nibbled the tip of his ear. “Oh, and what was that?”
Laughter mixed with a purr delayed his reply. “She said I’d swept you off your feet.”
“You’ve certainly done that—in more ways than this.”
“Better get used to it, Sara. This won’t be the last time.” The living room was pitch-dark, but he stepped around the furniture as easily as he would have done in daylight and carried her into the bedroom. The sheets were still rumpled from their last tryst and, thankfully, there was less clothing to remove this time. He set her down and pulled her shirt off over her head.
“You like sweeping me off my feet?”
He nodded. “I like seeing you lying naked on my bed even more.”
She slipped off her shorts. “As you wish.” Sliding to the center of the bed, she held out her arms in invitation.
“Not yet. I just want to look at you for a minute.”
“I’m surprised you can even see me, it’s so dark.”
“A Zetithian advantage, I believe. It’s almost impossible to hide anything from one of us—day or night. Even in total darkness, I can see you perfectly.” Sara shivered as his eyes swept over her body. “And you’re beautiful, Sara. Absolutely beautiful.”
Sara heard rather than saw him unbuckling his belt. “This is so unfair. You can see me all the time, but I can’t see you.”
“Watch.” A pinpoint of light appeared, growing steadily in intensity until she was able to discern a glowing orb resting in the palm of his hand. “You have Jack to thank for this one.”
“The glowstone?”
He nodded. “Very expensive and highly sensitive to thought. You have only to direct your wish for more light to the stone, and it will illuminate.” He tossed the stone onto the sheets, then let his loincloth slowly slip from his body and fall to the floor.
Softer than moonlight, the glow from the small stone caressed his skin, highlighting his broad chest and rippling muscles. His hard cock jutted from its nest of dusky curls, droplets of moisture already welling up from the serrations along the coronal ridge. He smiled, his fangs gleaming as he shook back his long dark hair like a stallion tossing his mane. Sara sucked in a breath.
“Turn around.”
His hair hung past his waist in long spirals, accentuating the width of his shoulders and drawing her eyes downward to his muscular buttocks and thighs. Sara drank in the sight of him, longing to press a kiss into each of the dimples that peeked out from beneath the tips of the curls that curtained his lower back.
“Now, that’s beautiful.”
He turned his head, fixing his smoky gaze on her nude form. “I’m all yours, Sara.”
“Then get in bed right this second or I’ll have to smack those hot, succulent buns.”
His purr roughened. “Promises, promises…”
Sara gave him a sultry smile. “Thought I’d forgotten you liked that, didn’t you?”
“Oh, I hope not…” Climbing onto the bed, he stalked back and forth like a great beast unable to decide how best to attack his prey. Then, as though he’d made his decision, he crawled up over her and rose up on his knees, his cock a breath away from her lips. “Suck me.”
Sara opened her mouth and took him in, making no protest as he threaded his fingers in her hair and began gliding his cock over her tongue. No shadow of past abuse remained to taint her enjoyment of him. He was hers to enjoy, and she would continue to discover endless ways to please and tease him.
Massaging his buttocks while he fucked her mouth, she gazed up at his blazing eyes and the blissful smile curling his lips. The view of him from that perspective was a treat too delightful to miss, yet her eyes continually squeezed shut as her body contracted in orgasm, each one following closely on the heels of another. Determined to witness his climax before the next blast of ecstasy took her, she opened her eyes wide, drew back a hand, and slapped him hard on the ass.
Instantly, his back arched and he came with a hiss, his snard flowing over her tongue like sweet, molten chocolate. Within seconds, heat pooled low in her back before exploding in a thousand different directions, infusing every particle of her being with joy.
Jerden barely took the time to savor his own pleasure before withdrawing from her mouth. Backing away, he buried his face in her pussy, licking her clitoris and sucking it into his mouth. The onslaught of delightful sensations forced a cry from her throat, and she fisted her hands in his hair, refusing to let him go. She was already screaming his name as he sucked her to yet another piercing climax, one that turned her body into a quivering mass of ecstasy and threatened to rip her soul into shreds.
***
Sara’s scent had kept him aroused all evening, but even after coming harder than ever before, Jerden was still drowning in it. “I can’t believe what you’re doing to me, Sara. Your scent… it’s different… more intense, more… I don’t know what, but it’s incredible.”
“Remember what Lucy told Onca? That the scent of his pregnant mate would drive him wild?”
Jerden nodded, surprised he could even move his head. “That must be it. I’ve never been with a pregnant woman before. I had no idea. You’ve only been pregnant for a few hours and I already feel like a stag in rut.”
“No complaints here.”
He leaned down and kissed her, letting his tongue glide in and out of her mouth until his dick hurt so badly he couldn’t stand it anymore. He rubbed the head against her wet entrance. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
With one quick thrust, he sheathed himself in her warmth. The act of penetration had always felt fabulous, but this time, it felt as though his freezing body had suddenly been plunged into a steaming hot bath. The heat touched off a chain reaction, sending more blood rushing to his swollen cock, driving it in deeper, making it swim circles inside her, thrumming with each pulsing beat of his heart. “Ohhh…”
“Good?”
“Simply the best.” That wasn’t a line, either. He meant every word of it. She was the best, the only, the one. “I love you so much.”
“I know the feeling. Love you dearly.” She cupped his cheek in her palm, and he leaned into her touch as though drawing life from it. Perhaps he was. She was life; the mother of his children and the source of all joy. Control shattered, leaving him helpless to withstand the force that drew him into her. As his muscles contracted, sending jets of semen coursing through his cock and into her waiting body, life seemed to unfold within the depths of her eyes.
Scenes shifted and flickered as he watched—laughing children, dancing horses, sparkling sunshine, driving rain—it was all right there, shining forth from the eyes of the one he loved without limit. And through it all, Sara was there to share it with him—eternally beautiful, joyously loving, and forever by his side.