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EARTH DATE: JUNE 26 11:00 PM
Gardenside Alberta, Brooke’s Home
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IT WAS QUIET HERE, he thought as he stood on the porch of Brooke’s home, staring up at the midnight blue of the sky. The star-studded darkness was breathtaking, and left him with a sense of wonder, but it was his realization that he had grandchildren that filled him with awe. What a strange feeling, to have grandchildren before he’d even had children, and they were beautiful little beings. When they’d finally made it into Brooke’s home, the baby, Mia, took one look at him, batted her lashes over her big green eyes, held out her chubby little arms to him, and he fell in love. Grandchildren. He grinned. Of course, that meant he also had grown up children, and that was a bit harder to wrap his brain around. He wondered what Brooke would think of him claiming her children and grandchildren as his own. He really didn’t think she was ready to hear that yet.
He watched a meteorite streak across the dark sky before his eyes turned to the single glowing crescent moon hanging in the darkness of this alien world. He admired Brooke’s strength, the way she kept bouncing back. His woman had the courage of a Dragon Warrior. He wondered what his dragon would think of her. Then he laughed, Hell, F’tal would encourage her rebellion and cuff him across the head for even thinking he was capable of owning a dragon. He could almost guarantee that they would turn his hair white with the shenanigans they would get up to. Creators, he missed that scaly beast. He could really use his advice right now because he had some work ahead of him if he were going to win Brooke’s heart. He paused and thought about that. Neither of them chose this bonding, but he knew to the depths of his soul that, if he met her without all this insanity, he would go after her with everything he had inside him. She was everything he wanted in a mate. Everything––fire, passion, strength, courage, and kindness. Women like Brooke were rare, and by the Creators, he was not such a fool that he would let anything stand in the way of having her in his life—certainly not the small physical things she worried about.
“Theiv.” A soft hand touched his back, and he turned and instantly noted that she no longer wore the cast on her arm. He raised his eyebrow. “Havyn removed the cast.”
Brooke nodded. “Advanced healing is apparently a bonus of the Zepto technology. Who knew?”
“Certainly not the scientists who invented them.” Theiv said, his voice dry, and Brooke laughed.
“Please tell me there is good in the universe, Theiv. That there are kind and caring beings out there.”
Hearing her words, his heart contracted. How frightening it must be to her. “There is so much goodness, Brooke. So many beautiful things, and wonderful beings who are courageous, and kind. Beings who will care deeply about what has happened to you. Beings who will rise up to stand with you.” He gave her a crooked smile. “They will have to stand behind me of course.” She laughed as he intended.
Brooke looked up at the sky and smiled. “Were you stargazing?”
“Yes.” he nodded and took her hand in his. “Your skies are different from my home world’s and you have only one moon. Althanea has two. They glow a pale blue in our night sky, Charon is the bigger moon, Zaraida is the smaller one. And they are usually close together. We say that their love dances across the sky for us to see.
“That is a lovely story.” Brooke said and smiled, looking up at him. Their eyes caught and held. The night seemed to still. Slowly, Theiv lowered his head. His lips brushed hers, lifted a bare whisper, then brushed them again, before settling. A gentle sweet kiss that made her long for more. They stared into each other’s eyes in silence, still holding hands.
“It’s late.” Brooke whispered as she reached up and brushed back his hair where it had fallen over his forehead.
He nodded, his eyes searching hers.
Brooke took his hand and led the huge alien back into her house and up to her bedroom. She bit her lip as she opened the door, wondering what he thought, as she gazed at her room with new eyes. It was painted a soft cream color with the huge iron antique bed she found at an estate sale about a year after her husband died—a bed that she’d never brought a man to until this moment. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, pulling her shirt over her head.
Theiv stood silently in the beautiful bedroom, the bed was the biggest he’d ever seen, crafted by an artisan. A bed he’d been invited to share. He watched Brooke bare her beautiful body to him, swallowing as his gaze moved over her breasts with their dark dusty rose nipples. She wiggled out of her jeans and stood naked in front of him. He tugged off his shirt, and toed off his boots and socks, his hand releasing the fastening on his pants. She walked over to him, took his hand, and led him to the bed. He stripped off his pants, and when he was naked, Brooke bit her lip, and shyly looked at his body. She never seemed to get tired of looking at him.
She felt so small compared to him. She reached out to touch his chest, her thumb grazing over his nipple. And she paused to examine his tattoo. The ruby red dragon tattoo rested its scaly head over his left shoulder, its tail curled around his waist, then wound its way down over his hip and around his right thigh. It truly was a work of art. It seemed so life-like that she caught her breath and let her fingers trail over the image. His cock rose against his belly, fully erect, the head a darker blue than the shaft, gleaming with precum, and Brooke wanted to taste him. She knelt in front of him and drew a finger the length of his shaft. He groaned, and Brooke smiled, feeling a blaze of feminine power. She closed her hand around the hard shaft, and stroked. His hips shifted forward in a slow thrust, and Brooke couldn’t wait anymore. She leaned in and took him into her mouth. His flavor burst across her tongue, and she hummed her approval.
Theiv sucked in a hard breath, his mind short-circuiting, her mouth was heaven. It was enough to drive him insane. He groaned when she drew back, stared into her deep green eyes, and forgot everything except how she looked all flushed with desire, her lips swollen from sucking his cock. He swallowed, and thrust his hands into her hair, urging her to her feet. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue demanding entrance. The exotic bite of spices was something he knew he would always associate with her. He kissed her until they were both gasping for air, backing off only long enough for them to gasp a breath before his mouth was on hers again devouring her, ravishing the lush dampness of her lips.
His hands left her hair and settled around her waist. He lifted her easily, setting her on the bed, and stepped back, his chest heaving as he drew in air. Grasping her ankles, he slowly spread her legs until he could see her beautiful pussy, see the glistening wetness of her desire coating the plump folds. “Beautiful.” His eyes met hers, and he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and licked through her folds, his tongue circling her swollen clit, the exotic flavor of her desire bursting across his tongue. She cried out, her hips arching, and he smiled against her. She liked that. He did it again, and again, as she arched and cried out. Then he began to alternate sucking with licking, and she went wild beneath his mouth, coming hard, her body convulsing over and over until she lay limp. He lazily licked her again and she gasped and jerked. He smiled at her grumble about sensitive bits and moved up her body, between her parted thighs, catching her hips, lifting, and thrusting his cock deep into her welcoming clasp. Heat enclosed him and he began to thrust, hard and heavy inside her.
Brooke moaned as he filled her in one hard thrust, she stared into his eyes, feeling their bond swirl around them. Incredible pleasure rippled through her as he began to hit that spot inside her. She gasped and twisted in his grasp, moving with wild abandon. The pleasure she found with him was a wild untamed thing. She wanted more, moving with Theiv in a frantic dance that lured them ever closer to the flame that threatened to burn them alive and into a climax so intense she felt seared to the depths of her soul. She heard Theiv growl as she stared into his amazing amethyst eyes, felt his hot seed flood her womb as her body convulsed over and over. Panting, he collapsed over her and she hugged him to her, hanging on to the beauty of this moment.