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Planet Etteria
Issneen, the Royal City
The palace dining hall.
The following day at breakfast.
Macy stared at the bottom of her cup of giyua juice. She’d just finished her breakfast and was waiting for Azan and Nuos, who were still eating their rather generous portions. As she swirled her alien lemon juice hypnotically, her mind rested on her Eth. Of course it did, with the way her body hummed with need. He had stayed the night, held her close, and left her just before her O.D.I. woke her for training. The indent in the pillow where his head had lain had been warm. Her arms remembered where the ghost of his presence lingered. She’d have liked to have awoken in his arms, to press a morning kiss to his stubbled chin. Stubble? She hadn’t seen a single hairy Etterian male.
“Nuos? Do you shave?”
He froze just as he shoved kreso into his mouth.
“Shave?” Azan arched an eyebrow.
“As in manually remove the hair from your chin, jaw, and cheeks?”
“Etterian males do not grow hair on their faces.”
So not on their faces. She swallowed past a giggle. “Where do you grow hair?”
Azan’s cheeks darkened. Instead of answering her, he took another bite of kreso.
“Okay, how about I list places and you agree or disagree.” She didn’t wait for their reply. “Chest?”
Nuos frowned but shook his head.
“Underarms?” No. “Back?” No. “Backside?” A frantic no. “Arms or legs?” No. “Anywhere else?” Yes, with another blush. “Okay, so down there but smooth everywhere else. I wish I was.”
“Any medic can remove unwanted follicles,” Nuos said.
She gasped. “To never shave again?”
“Greetings, my queen.” A deep voice intruded on their discussion.
She glanced at the speaker, then waved Azan and Nuos back into their seats.
The male bowed. “I am Warrior Altu and served on the Phoenix. I enjoyed the club event and wished to enquire whether another such evening is scheduled?”
She blinked. A club night hadn’t been a consideration, and without Oyaz, she was lost as to how to organize it.
“I’ve been practicing the dancing.” Altu broke into some impressive moves and with a flare she hadn’t expected from a warrior. He thrust his hips at her in a stripper move, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him so.
Nuos’s growl had her glancing at him then the hall to check if anyone had noticed. Azan gaped in morbid fascination. She half expected his eye to twitch.
“I haven’t thought to host anything.” She shrugged. “I’ll ask Advisor Kanzo. Please, give me your contact information. I’ll notify you of the outcome.” She thrust out her arm, and he diligently scanned in his details.
“Thank you, my queen.”
She stared at his disappearing back, ice slithering down her back. Something felt wrong about this. The club night had been a success. The males had loved the heavy beat and bass of the electronic music. But in the broad light of the two suns of Etteria, she wasn’t sure introducing Earth’s music was such a clever idea. She didn’t want to ruin a culture she was growing to love.
“What was that?” Azan asked.
“It’s called dancing and is usually done to music. I showed the males on the Phoenix what humans do for fun.”
“Music?” Azan’s eyelids fluttered.
She sighed, navigated to the last song she’d played on her O.D.I. and pressed ‘continue.’ Humming along her bones, an old pop song played.
“I know this.” Azan grinned. “You sing it.”
“If you want to learn more, you’ll find them under Alien Cultures, Earthians, Entertainment. We have music and story vids too.” A twinge of guilt struck, like she was abandoning an addict to their vice. “There’s a lot, so choose something and set it to random. Eventually, you’ll find something you like. And if you have any questions, just ask.”
~*~
“You need to see this, my king.” Kanzo stormed into Xeus’s office and activated the display vid closest to him.
Xeus stood alongside Kanzo and waited for him to start the vid. An image of a contented Macera flickered on. He greedily studied her features. Her easy smile and the lack of shadows under her eyes pleased him. But at the sight of a male thrusting his hips at his Dar, a red haze consumed Xeus’s vision.
“Get me all the vids from the Phoenix,” he demanded in a voice just above guttural.
Kanzo typed on his O.D.I., and a few minutes later, the vids queued on the display vid.
They showed Macera wandering the battleship in misery—the sight splintered his heart. And because a disturbance was logged for her quarters, he was able to experience the music that had enthralled Oyaz. Every one she’d played was indeed riveting. Her dancing to the music was also enjoyable to watch, her movements erratic or graceful.
“Honor Oyaz for his contribution to my Dar Eth’s joy,” he said to Kanzo as Oyaz tasked her to introduce his males to human foods and trained her to improve her fitness.
Xeus laughed at her conversations with Illan. That was his female. But when she did the sexy dance, his body burst into flame. He was, in an instant, hard. Breathing became impossible. Seeing her so...sensual was more than he could bare. It had taken a mountain of tasks and hours of sparring on the proving grounds to gain control, to resist returning to her to claim her as she’d promised.
“Alodon’s balls,” Kanzo said beside him and jolted a mesmerized Xeus.
He stiffened, furious need making him roar, “Send it to my O.D.I.”
He stormed out of his office to locate his female. How dare she do that? Purposely incite another male? He wasn’t thinking rationally and understandably so. His thoughts circled; his emotions catapulted. He wanted...he couldn’t say what exactly. He just wanted...needed... Macera. His long strides made quick work of reaching her chambers. He burst in without requesting entrance and startled a squeak from her. She had just stepped through her bedroom door in a long flowing dress, similar to what she’d worn in the vid.
She splayed her hand on her chest. “Zoo?”
He raced across, lifted her by the waist, and pinned her against the panel.
“What’s wrong?”
When he pressed his body to hers, he shuddered at the wave of heat assaulting his overwhelmed senses. “This.” He activated his O.D.I. and found the vid Kanzo had sent him. His breath came in gasps as he watched it with her.
Her eyes widened. “It’s a sexy dance,” she said, glancing from the vid to him.
“You did this in front of my males,” he snapped, too furious to soften his tone.
“I didn’t.” She tapped ‘continue,’ but a minute later, Oyaz and Illan halted her. “So why are you so angry?” She cupped Xeus’s face, keeping his gaze on her. “I said I’d never dance like that again.”
He inhaled, flaring his nostrils and drawing her exotic scent deep into his lungs. With a growl, he released his anger and buried his face in the curve of her neck. He nuzzled her earlobe and brushed kisses along her jaw to slant demandingly across her mouth. He held her to the wall to slip a knee between her legs, spreading her thighs and her aroused scent.
“I need you, Macera, dangerously so,” he said into her parted mouth.
Her breath hitched. “You have me, Zoo. You always have.”
At the truth in her brown eyes, he scooped her into his arms and strode into her room. He lay her on the bed, stepping back to gaze upon her. His body trembled. The vision before him, what he was about to do, how much he ached to know her... He frowned. “If you want to keep this garment...”
“Rip it off,” she said, her breasts rising and falling erratically as she drew in ragged breaths.
He smiled, grabbed the collar of the garment and tugged. It split down the middle, unable to resist the strength of his hands. The fabric parted to reveal a nude human woman before him. He groaned and clenched his fists, taking a moment to memorize every inch of her body, each curve and valley.
“You are perfect,” he said, placing one knee on the bed to lean over her. He slanted his mouth across hers again, demanding, needing, and taking while he stroked his fingers from her neck to her collarbone to brush over a pebbled nipple. Her moan encouraged him further. He cupped the breast and plucked at the nipple.
He continued his onslaught, ravaging her mouth, consuming her soul as he brushed his knuckles over the curls of her femininity. Even there, she was so silky. His moan deepened into a growl when he discovered how aroused she was. As per the instructional vids, when a woman’s folds glistened, she was ready for her male. Macera’s scent surrounded him, making his malehood dribble in anticipation. As he brushed her nub, she cried out and arched off the bed, thrusting her folds into his wide palm.
“Do you like that?” His lips twisted into a smile, his focus unwavering.
“Yes...please, don’t stop.”
He flicked his fingers. She cried out. He gently pinched her nub between two fingers. Her eyes stuttered shut, and her mouth fell open with her hands lashing out to fist the bedding. He captured a nipple and sucked on it, the taste of her skin consuming his tongue. When he flicked her nipple, she whimpered. He released her nub and trailed a finger lower. She shivered, with tiny bumps forming on her smooth skin. He sank a finger into her tight sheath and rested his thumb on her nub. She arched off the bed, keening at the triple onslaught.
And her heated channel clinging to his finger drew a grunt from him. “You are so...” Precious? Exquisite? Breathtaking? His? His tongue tied, and the words wouldn’t form.
She gripped his upper arms, then brushed her fingers along his sensitive skin, skittered over his shoulders, then down, scraping her nails over his tunic and nipples.
“Please, Zoo... Please.” She grasped at his garments, begging him to remove them.
He stepped back to strip off his armor, tearing the fabric in his rush. He paused to allow her to look since he’d taken the same liberty. And she did, her gaze hooded with desire at the sight of his body. When she lingered on his erect malehood, her eyes widened, but no fear darkened her awed features. She parted her mouth to lick her bottom lip as if she tasted him.
“Thamani,” he whispered before sliding between her legs. He rested his elbows beside her shoulders, pressing the full length of him over her, careful not to crush her. With her trapped beneath him, he placed kisses on her forehead and cheeks while embedding his fingers into her hair in an attempt to gain some control.
She wiggled her hips until the head of his malehood was positioned just right. A throaty moan escaped her, and what control he’d recovered, slipped from him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his backside, encouraging him to move. Her fingernails scraped his back, sending shivers up and down his body.
“Macera...” he mumbled then pushed his malehood into her sheath and froze. She was so tight, he didn’t want to hurt her, but the urge to thrust in, to bury himself deeply was almost unbearable. “Thamani, please, do not move.”
“Go slow.” Her smile was filled with trust.
Maker, he didn’t want to harm her. He withdrew all the way and dipped back in a little deeper. And shuddered. Perspiration broke out across his body as he fought for control. Fought for it and won.
“So hot and soft,” he mumbled. He opened his eyes to kiss her again.
She gasped and kissed him back. When she tightened her legs around him, he slipped in a bit more. He growled, the pleasure too much. White heat rippled along the length of his malehood. Her touch fluttered over his back, into his hair, and down his chest to toy with his nipples. He moaned into her mouth, as he ventured in a little deeper.
“Just one more,” she said.
One...last...time. He pulled out to thrust into her, embedding himself to the hilt.
She cried out and arched into him.
His eyes stuttered closed as sweet bliss consumed him. “You are magnificent,” he rasped.
He crushed her mouth with his, drowning in the taste of her, her scent. While kissing her, he withdrew to plunge into her. She mewled into his mouth, her heels urging him on. He didn’t need the encouragement. She is everything and more than I imagined. Perfect for me.
“I think I’m dying,” she whimpered. “So good.” She tilted her hips. As he thrust deeper into her, she trembled, panted, and purred. Her nails bit into his flesh. Shivers rippled from there outward to pool in his balls before firing heat along his hard arousal to the head.
“Macera,” he groaned as his hips thrust harder, faster.
She clung to him, pressing her hard nipples and soft breasts to his chest. Then she froze before screaming. Incredible wet heat engulfed the length of him as her channel contracted and released around him, calling forth and demanding his fulfillment. She chanted his name, the throaty sound of it smothered by his roar. The pleasure was so intense, so incredible, his vision blurred then re-focused with accuracy on her flushed face, on the center of his universe, and rightly so.
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