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Caro peppered kisses along Malo’s jaw. She couldn’t stop herself. His lovemaking was better than she’d dreamed. Her body tingled, satiated, yet hunger stained the edges of her consciousness, murmuring with need. He held her to his chest, his strength phenomenal, and above all, it felt right to be there in his arms. Grinding her hips, she tested the steel length of him still buried in her. She liked his cock, liked him filling her to exploding. The sensations that licked at her channel were exquisite. She gasped, wriggled again, and moaned. He grumbled at her, but she didn’t listen.
“You feel so...good, Malo,” she panted before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his throat. “I want you again,” she marveled. Her gaze flew up to meet his.
She fluttered her hands over his shoulders and down his biceps, holding on, kneading, caressing, grazing with her fingernails. That he watched her with his unblinking stare and said nothing didn’t matter. She was desperate for him to move.
When he withdrew, she pouted her disappointment. But he thrust into her, hard, and to the hilt. Crying out, she arched her. Tingles spread out from her nipples as they puckered. He lowered her to the bed and grabbed her wrists with one hand, holding them above her head. She didn’t care, she writhed on his length, urging him on, needing this...him.
“Please,” she whimpered, not above begging, not with Malo.
He plunged into her again, so hard, her body trembled at the force, at the burst of sensations tearing through her. She kicked off her shoes, clamped her legs around his hips, and held on, squeezing, urging, demanding. Friction rippled along her channel. She was so close.
Then he stopped.
She mewled, unable to form words. With a flip of her body, he had her kneeling. He looped an arm around her hips and raised her backside to meet his descending thrusts. It was too much, too intense, too incredible. She shattered, screaming his name, bucking beneath him while her body convulsed along its own trajectory. He bit down on her shoulder, roaring his release. A second orgasm tore through her. She was helpless to still the minor tremors in the aftermath yet still singular distortions. He dropped next to her, keeping her in his arms. She went willingly, resting her face against his shoulder and her hand on his ridged abdomen.
“You are mine, Caro.” His voice was hoarse, she wasn’t sure due to his roaring or thick with emotion. It didn’t matter. He had the right of it. She was his. Case closed.
“Yes.” She kissed his shoulder.
“Hungry, thirsty, cleanse?” he asked.
She shook her head, snuggling into his side, and sighing when he drew her closer.
“I’d like to stay right here if you don’t mind?” She hesitated, not wanting to force him to cuddle if it wasn’t something Etterians did.
“Mind? Caro, my gift, try and leave my arms and see what I will do.” He sounded like he was smiling. That was rare, so she pushed herself up to glance at him. He was, and it was breathtaking. Free to do so, she raised a trembling finger to stroke a dimple.
“You’re beautiful, Malo,” she blurted then winced. What man likes to be called beautiful? Granny’s nipples, I’m an idiot.
“You are the beautiful one, my Caro.” He chuckled and blessed her with a sweet kiss. “Do you have things you need to collect?”
“Collect?” she said in a daze—his lips tended to do that to her. The man was lethal. Her eyes flew open when she realized what he was saying. He wanted her to move in as his wife. “Yes, a few things. And I’ll have to tell Izzy.” She sighed, dipping her chin to hide the sadness at a chapter of her life ending. He might misunderstand, or worse, take her sorrow to heart. “Later.”
She snuggled into him again while twirling a pattern around his nipple. It pebbled under her fascinated gaze. She glided her hand down over his ridged abs to cup the head of his erect cock still coated with their combined orgasms. It bobbed and dribbled in anticipation. He released a hissed breath. She giggled and slithered on top of him, positioning her entrance at his head. When she rubbed along the length of him, her eyes fluttered closed at the sensations created. He gripped her hips, as if to hold her still. She ignored them, instead, she wiggled down and impaled herself.
“Malo,” she rasped, tingles spreading from her core to her nipples.
She tugged his hands free and held them against her breasts while arching her hips to slide, up and down, her head falling back in ecstasy. She moaned, unable to stop riding him, unable to be embarrassed, knowing he watched her every move, knowing she’d helped herself to his gorgeous hard cock.
He sat up, crushing her to him, with one hand gripping her ass and the other wrapped around her back. As he thrust upwards, meeting her descents with a need of his own, he tried to hold her still. But she was adrift in a sea of sensation too exquisite for words, breath, or thought. She screamed she knew not what, just that it tore from her throat with such force it hurt. Like she couldn’t get enough of him. He roared, heat bathed her insides, her nub throbbed, begged, and ached. His ragged breathing along her shoulder made her shiver. Her world tilted, he leaned back and pinned her against his chest, keeping her near. It wasn’t close enough. She doubted she’d ever satisfy the urgency within her. Addicted? Yes, she was.
“So precious to me,” he whispered.
If he was going to whisper sweet nothings, she wanted to hear his words but couldn’t bring herself out of the lassitude that enslaved her. She drifted off to sleep in the safety of his arms, unable to prevent her fall into satiated rest.
~*~
Malo held her against him, tightening his arms around her sleeping form. His Caro, his Dar Eth...his. How could a male such as he be so blessed? His mind, body, and soul were in harmony. There was nothing in the Maker’s universe as precious as this female in his arms. Everything she was enticed, pleased, and completed him. He’d never known such emotions when buried in her, finding his fulfillment, or holding her.
None of his youngin interactions with females could compare to the joy he found in Caro. Still buried within her, her tight sheathe clenched around him, milking him, calling to him. Her body was made to be cherished, adored, and he’d every intention of doing so. She wouldn’t regret choosing him, and that she had chosen him made his chest ache. He’d have stolen her, despite her wishes, no matter the cost to her, to him. Her choosing him of her own free will was infinitely sweeter. She snuggled into him, distracting him with a press of her lips to his chest.
Maker. Will I ever get enough of her?
He would let her rest for now, then they’d need to cleanse. He shuddered at the imagery that bombarded him. The last time she’d used his cleansing room, he’d wanted to spread her thighs, to taste her. At the thought, her flavor burst across his tongue in remembrance. Nothing tasted as tantalizing as his Caro. He shifted his hips, enjoying the vibrations rippling along his length. She moaned, and he rubbed a hand up and down her bare back to soothe her. He wanted her again, would always want her, of that he had no doubt. And she’d let him have her, despite her exhaustion. He saw that now, her selflessness.
“Malo?” Her movements summoned a groan from him, her channel invoking scintillating sensations. “Shouldn’t we get ready for the press conference?” She arched her back, stretching her limbs while still impaled on him. He grunted. She was going to be the death of him.
He grabbed her hips in the hopes of sliding out of her, but at the pleasure that spread across her face—with her mouth parting on a throaty purr—he paused. She tempted him to claim her again. Alodon’s balls, I am stronger than this. He withdrew from her warmth, ignoring the shaking of his hands and his ragged breathing. Her care came first.
“Yes, it is time,” he said.
“I don’t want to,” she pouted.
She leaned upward and brushed her mouth across his. He growled and drowned in the flavor of her, following the seductive lure of her mouth. She had a bewitching control over his senses, he realized when he returned to reality to find his fingers fluttering across her breasts and his hips positioning to piston into her. Maker.
“Evil female,” he teased, shivering when she scraped her nails over his nipples. “Temptress.” He placed a kiss on her nose and pulled back, not focusing on any part of her other than her eyes. For his sanity’s sake.
“Me?” she squeaked, then shook her head at him, sending her mussed hair flying. “You’re an Adonis, Malo, sent to tempt all females.”
His gaze focused on her swollen lips and the rise and fall of her trembling breasts. He tempted her? He grinned, pleased that she thought so.
“You’d better get off me then,” she said.
He leaned farther back, allowing her space to shuffle to the edge of the bed. Once her feet touched the floor, she was up and striding to her garments. His gaze followed her swaying backside—the sight brought a heated warmth to his chest and loins. He grunted and turned to his closet for another set of armor.
“Holy noodle, Malo, did you have to snap my bra?” She dangled a strip of white from a finger.
“Is that garment necessary?” he chuckled while tugging on his pants.
He donned it—his movements swifter than usual. The need to be with her again drove him, even if it was just being in the same room. While locating his boots, he relished a smile at how he hadn’t cared where they’d fallen.
She grinned. “Yup. Now make me another.” She hitched a thumb at the replicator.
He snapped his boots on while admiring her standing there expectant. Maker. Like this, she was perfect. He crossed to her, looped an arm around her waist, and swung her into his arms. Her softness filled his hands. Her scent mixed with his tantalized. If he kissed her as he longed to do, they would miss this ‘press conference.’ Even though his priority had shifted to Caro, he had to continue in this role as engineer-ambassador. And if his presence calmed these overzealous humans before Prince Citus and Adviser Cales arrived, then Malo’s final task would be a success.
Lowering her beside him, he tapped the replicator, switched the language to Earthian English, and captured Caro’s hand. He splayed her fingers on the glass surface. “Enter your dimensions and choose a bra.”
She gasped and raised wide eyes to his. “Just like that?” With a squeal, she bent over the replicator and tapped the options.
He collected her footwear from his...their bedroom then hovered in the door frame, admiring her when she clipped on the white garment that contained her breasts. He fought the urge to rip this one too. If he had his way, she’d remain naked always.
But when she added garment after garment, he had to admit, watching her do so was mesmerizing. Her undressing was more pleasurable, but under the circumstances, he could be forgiven for finding her slow, controlled movements breathtaking. She flicked her hair to the side and ran something through her hair. Whatever it was, it made her locks smooth and shimmering.
“I’ll shower later,” she said to him. Her cheeks flushed while her gaze traveled over the length of him. “I kind of like the idea that a part of you is still on me and in me.”
His gaze flew to meet hers. He growled, dropping his hand to adjust his hard length. His eyelids stuttered closed. He drew in deep breaths through his mouth. He didn’t need to scent her, not now, not after what she’d said.
“Let us return to Director Reyes. I want to rush back here.” He strode toward her to gather her into his arms. She rested her hands on his shoulders and wiggled her feet into her footwear.
“How do I look?” she asked a little breathlessly.
Obedient for now, he studied her face and hair. He finger-combed through her locks, while plucking at her lips with his.
“Like a female thoroughly loved,” he said. “Two to port,” he said to his wrist. “Director Reyes’s office, Pilot Afax.”
“And bam,” Izzy said as they materialized. “They’re back.” She was sitting in a chair with Ronin next to her. Garix stared out of the window, turned to nod at Malo but said nothing.
“You two are just in time.” Director Reyes sat behind his desk, relaxed yet tapping a rhythm with his fingers.
“Many people wish to speak to you, Engineer Malo,” Garix informed him, though he didn’t glance at Malo.
“I called in extra security.” Director Reyes rose from behind the desk and headed to the door. “A few reporters are outside, but the rest are women. If you manage to charm them, Malo, they might champion your cause.”
“Caro?” Malo raised their clasped hands to kiss her knuckles. “Are you ready, my Dar Eth?”
“Dar Eth? You agreed?” Izzy jumped out of the chair to hug Caro. She bounced up and down, shaking Caro, who was attempting to hold her still with one hand.
“Yes, I do listen to your advice, y’know.”
“Sometimes,” Izzy teased, stepping back still clasping Caro’s hand. Her grin summoned Malo’s smile. This little female adored his Caro and was happy for her. But Director Reyes hovered at the door to his office. Malo circled an arm around his ensa’s waist, ushering her out.
“I want details.” Izzy trailed them, flanked by Ronin and Garix. “I know where you’ve been these past few hours, babe.”
“Get your own Eth, Izzy.” Caro chuckled when she trailed Director Reyes.
“Spoil sport,” Izzy mumbled.
“What do you wish to know, minus susa?” Garix asked Izzy, curiosity in his voice.
“Women who don’t get any live vicariously through their friends.” Izzy huffed. “Remember that, Caro.”
“Any what?” Ronin asked.
“Sex,” Izzy sighed.
Caro sliced a glance at Malo, her eyes twinkling.
“You would share with Izzy our union?” He frowned.
Caro shook her head. “You’re mine, Malo. I’m not sharing you.”
His breath caught. How she managed to affect him so easily was something he couldn’t fathom. His ensa made his head spin and chest ache without trying. He liked that about her despite his inability to control his responses.
“You want sex?” Garix asked Izzy.
Malo hid a chuckle. Sometimes his males were like damu.
“Yup.” Izzy popped the ‘p.’ “Don’t you?”
Malo’s chest rumbled, but he attempted to tamp down his laughter.
“With my Dar Eth, yes,” Garix said.
“So, nothing with anyone unless she’s your soulmate?” Izzy asked.
“Yes.”
“Holy noodles,” Izzy squeaked. “But you’ve done it though? You’re not a virgin?”
“I am not,” Garix said.
“Okay, so you’ve done it but have now vowed celibacy?” Izzy hissed, ‘ouch.’ “And you, Ronin?”
“I am not a virgin,” Ronin answered.
Caro’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
“So you guys get it on when you’re younger, then just stop?” Izzy asked.
“Yes, we learn it brings the void closer faster,” Garix said.
“The what now?” Izzy harumphed. “What’s a void, Garix?”
“The darkness that will consume our souls without our Dar Eths.”
Izzy gasped. “Shit. You’re dying?”
“We’re all dying, Izzy,” Caro said as they stepped out of the elevator into the crowded reception.
Director Reyes cut through, the chattering ceasing when Malo, Garix, and Ronin followed.
“We, at least, get to have sex, babe,” Izzy whispered.
Before slipping her hand into Malo’s, Caro glanced over her shoulder at her friend. “But meaningless sex scars our souls too.”
He liked that she sought his touch. With a squeeze, her grasped her hand to his chest, pulling her closer.
“True again,” Izzy sighed.
They marched through the glass double doors and into the afternoon sunlight. The ground was a solid gray stone, white and yellow markings marred its surface, similar to other roads Caro had taken him on. Other cars filled the space, and around them, those inside the building gathered, some joining the original crowd. Peppered throughout were the security males Director Reyes had promised.
Malo arched a brow at Garix and nudged his head at Izzy. Garix took her by the arm and guided her to stand behind the screaming humans waving lettering, bras, or fists. From the rear, Garix and Ronin could monitor any and all potential threats. Releasing Caro’s hand, Malo ushered her to where Reyes faced the excitement and rage.
“Thank you all for coming. I’ll come right out and say it. The rumors are true. We’ve been contacted by another alien species. The arrival of the Algris opened our eyes to life beyond our solar system. And though they are far from humanoid, we welcomed them. I have seen footage of other species, some yellow or silver, far on the outskirts of known space. And now the Etterians, who come in peace, are offering healing planet technology we desperately need.”
“In exchange for what?” someone called from the audience.
Director Reyes shielded his eyes from the sunlight and flickering camera flashes. “There are many items on the table. I’m not at liberty to discuss them until the deal has been finalized.”
A few demanded he reveal the details, others waved fists while screaming their displeasure.
“Are you brainwashed?” another person asked Caro, cutting through the chaos.
Fury rose within Malo, but he hid it well. He tightened his hand around her waist.
She cupped his jaw, drew in a ragged breath, then stepped away from him. “Brainwashed to do what?” she asked, clasping her hands before her.
“As his sex slave?” The crowd waited in bated breath for her response.
Her husky laughter raised Malo’s core temperature, but he didn’t adjust his suit. He merely reveled in the lust and delight her joy summoned.
“Are you blind?” She glanced across the audience before gesturing to Malo. “I see a handsome alien man who likes me for me. I don’t need to be brainwashed to want a piece of that. You see...” She paused, raised a trembling hand to flick hair off her face, and offered a tremulous smile. “Etterians mate for life. They commit to one woman, and all others cease to exist. Trust me when I say, it’s breathtaking, their loyalty and honor.”
“So you are brainwashed,” a human male smirked.
With his enhanced hearing, he caught the leap of her heart. Pink stained her cheeks. She flicked a dismissive hand. “I’m not; my brain doesn’t take to hypnosis. The only brainwashed person here is you. You came with preconceived ideas and an unwillingness to see the truth before you.”
“Is he a good kisser?” A female giggled.
“The best.” Caro looped her arm through Malo’s before resting her head on his shoulder. “Malo chose me, and I couldn’t be happier.”
“And the other two men? Are they taken?” someone asked followed by a few females agreeing with the question while others bellowed like damu.
Caro glanced at Garix and Ronin. “They haven’t met their soulmates yet, so no, they’re not taken.”
“Soulmates?” another female asked.
“Yes, they know when they meet you. So those tempted to flash them, that’s not how it works.” Caro ran a hand down her body. “Once he sees you, he’ll find you.”
“So, they’re here to steal our women?” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some females cheered.
Caro frowned. “We’ve had plenty of opportunity to cherish each other. If by welcoming Etterians to our world means men and women find happiness, then I say let’s give gorgeous, sexy Etterians a chance.”
Malo stilled. He hadn’t considered that these human males could be Eths for Etterian females. The possibility was there, of that he had no doubt, but would their females find these weaker males attractive? He studied those scowling at him. Who knew how the Ethera might work?
“Here, here,” a female spectator called out.
Caro raised Malo’s hand to kiss his knuckles, smiling at him. “Anyone else have questions?”
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