Jarek (Scifi Alien Weredragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 1) Page 12

  “Unless overruled by my idiot father,” Sobol—sweet, unassuming, Heart Master Sobol—snarled from the doorway. The woman swept into the room, stomping with every step. “He won’t listen to reason and informed me that unless I was willing to return to his side, his decision would stand.” The woman’s blue eyes flashed with her anger and she focused on Jarek. “A single word from you will have me on a ship back to Preor. This injustice is a travesty and mockery of the Preor justice system.”

  Melissa gasped. “But you said…”

  She’d had time to speak with the couple while Jarek recovered from his exhaustion. The only way to return to her father’s side was to proclaim Zurer her consort instead of mate and take another to her bed to father the future leaders. Someone from a strong, worthy genetic line.

  “He has agreed that my future marriage would not be consummated and my first child with him shall be conceived through medical means. Other dragonlets can be created naturally with Zurer but would not be contenders for the throne.”

  “No.” Jarek’s tone brooked no argument. “I appreciate the offer, Sobol, but I will not be the reason for your unhappiness.” He sighed. “Ask him to order that the males are banished from Earth and not allowed to mate with a human. If he agrees, I will not argue.”

  “We have no way to monitor that, Jarek. If they can commit crimes like this, they can return on a ship of their own.”

  Her mate’s yellowed eyes met hers, the orbs revealing his inner beast’s presence. “If I remain on Earth, if I live here permanently, I can track them.”

  Shock held Melissa immobile for a moment and then his words fully penetrated her mind. She flopped onto the chair. “But…”

  “Where you are is where I will be. You are my mate. I have also witnessed the love you have for the Ujal and know your heart yearns to repair the damage your brother caused.”

  Evuklar cut in. “What did her brother—”

  “I can assist you and also ensure the safety of any female approached by our males. This is a good choice, Melissa. Be joyful.”

  Her eyes stung, tears blurring her vision, and she wiped away a single droplet of moisture that escaped. “But you love Preor.”

  “I love you more.”

  She shook her head, unable to believe his statement. “We just met.”

  “And yet the Knowing has tied our souls. The Knowing has allowed us to glimpse into each other’s hearts and once we fully bind, you will see the rightness in this.”

  She didn’t need to bind with him to know he spoke the truth. “Humans don’t fall in love so quickly.”

  “Preors do. Even if you are human, the Knowing has tied us. It has opened us to each other in a way humans don’t experience. The love is not less because the tie is formed so quickly.”

  Melissa nodded and licked her lips. Fear of the unknown, of the future, and of her life with Jarek suffusing her. Mixed in was a feeling that said he spoke the truth.

  Right or wrong, quick or not, her heart belonged to him. Wholly. Undeniably. Completely.

  “Before… in the house you said—”

  “Many stupid things. I do not deserve you, Melissa joi Jarek Walker, but I am taking you anyway. We will form a life here on Earth. There will be others who choose to stay—other males who wish to make a home here with their mates. I will help them become familiar with this new world while we hunt for those missing younglings.

  “And when we have dragonlets of our own, they will call Earth’s skies home.” His touch was gentle when he cupped her cheek and he gave her a chance to pull away before his lips brushed hers. As if she would resist him. She savored the taste of his lips, accepting the musky flavors and hint of fresh air that came with the initial connection. “I choose this, freely and without doubt, Melissa.”

  And… and so did she.

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  The height of their new home rivaled any aerie on Preor. Jarek leaned over the railing on the balcony and sought the ground far beneath him. The humans scurrying looked like the small insects Melissa called ants. He turned his gaze to the sky, bright sun illuminating the lands.

  They’d chosen a condo that faced the city of Tampa instead of the sea, after Jarek explained what happened to dragons once they became wet. With a future that hopefully included dragonlets, she didn’t want to risk one of their young ones ending up perishing in the sea.

  As if he would ever allow such a thing. But she was his mate and he acceded to her wishes. A happy mate equaled a happy home. At least that was what Evuklar assured him.

  Evuklar… His closest friend also established his home in a condo within the skyscraper. Though Nalan selected the condo across the hall that faced the sparkling waters. The male told Jarek jealousy was not a good look for him.

  Once more he reminded himself a happy mate equaled a happy home.

  He gripped the railing and tugged on the metal before pressing down on the bars. It remained bolted securely in the concrete. Perhaps it would accept his weight when he returned from flight. He would have to reclaim his skin before landing, but it would hold.

  He preferred to remove it entirely, but once more Melissa denied him.

  He hoped she would overcome her fear for their unborn dragonlets at some point. Unborn mainly because he had not yet taken her to bed. It was merely the first day out of medical, Sece assuring him he was not sick or injured—merely exhausted. However, he did not believe he would ever be so exhausted that he could not love his mate’s body.

  Jarek turned and faced the wide sliding doors as he leaned against the metal beam and watched his mate flutter around the condo. Their belongings were few, much burned in the fire he’d caused. Thankfully the principessa was not too angry with him. The female cared for Melissa as a sister, after all. She did assure him that did not mean he would get away with not replacing the cottage. The land had been in her family’s possession for many years and would be for many more to come.

  His first concern had been payment for such construction and the price of their new home. It soon became apparent that Preor rocks—thought of as mere trinkets on his planet—were well loved by humans. Males of Earth purchased the diamonds as gifts when they asked their intended mate to marry them.

  Jarek wondered if Melissa required such a gift. She was an Earth female, after all. He’d also heard the gift was meant to be a surprise. He made a mental note to speak with Principessa Rina when next his mate was engaged with the royal youngling.

  For now, he would express his love for Melissa the only way he knew how—through words and body.

  Melissa opened yet another box—she had many despite the fire and she indicated these came from self-storage. When she grasped one flap of the cardboard and dragged it toward the hallway, he went into action. The container was obviously heavy and his mate would never strain herself in his presence. It was his duty to care for—and protect—his female.

  “Shaa kouva,” he called out as he stepped through the open doors. “I told you not to touch the heavier items. It is my joy and duty to assist you.”

  His mate merely rolled her eyes. “I’m not an invalid, Jarek.”

  “But you are mine.” He gently pried her fingers from the flap of the box and easily lifted the item into his arm. “Tell me where this should go.”

  Instead of the teasing smile and sigh he received every other time he assisted her, she flushed pink and attempted to remove it from his grip. “I’ll take it.”

  He pulled away and tightened his hold. “Shaa kouva, it is my duty.”

  Her face burned brighter and he was surprised he did not feel the heat of such an intense blush. “I’ve got this one.”

  “Melissa?” He raised his eyebrows in question.

  “Fine,” she grumbled. “This way.” She padded down their hallway, into their room, pointing at the closet. “Just put it in here.”

  Jarek glanced around, noting her items strewn around the room as well as empty boxes stacked near the wall. Instead of doing as she demanded,
he strode to the bed and placed the container atop the mattress. “Do you not wish to unpack this one as well?”

  He pulled back the flaps and only got a glimpse of the contents before his mate slammed her hands down on the box, shoving it closed once more. “No, it’s fine. I want to keep it stored.”

  Jarek heard her words, but the sight of what was cradled within the cardboard retained his attention. Surely he had not seen… He shook his head. There were no such devices on Preor. If a female wished the pleasure of a joining, they merely had to say the word and any male would gladly explore her until she screamed in bliss. Jarek reminded himself he was no longer on Preor. “Shaa kouva, what are you hiding?”

  “Nothing.” Her reply was too quick, her voice trembling and high-pitched.

  “As I have told Evuklar, the goddess does not like liars.” That earned him a glare, but she did not stop him when he drew her hands away once more. He slowly opened the container, his gaze remaining on Melissa while he revealed its contents.

  She soon broke his stare and squeezed her eyes shut. He reached in and wrapped his fingers around one… device? It was firm and long and shaped like… “Is this what I believe it to be?” He quirked a single brow and looked over the item his mate wished to hide from him. This… pretend staff. It did not resemble his own length, his cock much thicker and longer. That pleased him. But had she used this to please herself? “Is it… I do not know what to call it.”

  “It’s a dildo.” She snatched it from him, tossed it in the box, and pointed at other devices. “Vibrator. Egg vibrator.”

  It did not look like an egg but like a rounded oval.

  “And you…” His cock twitched at the thought of what she did with these devices. She would no longer need them, but he did enjoy imagining her sliding one between her thighs and into her hidden woman’s heat. Would she cry out like a Preor female? How different was her body from his own? It did not matter. He would ensure she found pleasure even if they were shaped differently. Though they could not be too dissimilar since several of these toys were shaped like himself.

  Melissa huffed. “I haven’t been with a man in a while.”

  “You will never be with another male.” He glared. Fury at the thought of her in the arms of another suffusing him. “I am your mate.”

  Her gaze softened. “Of course, you are.” She gestured at the box. “I used these before we met.”

  “And you are embarrassed by them?” They could be discarded if they made her uncomfortable even if he desired to use them on her. He could give her hours of pleasure after he found his own. Even Preors required time to recover from loving. While he waited to harden for her once more, he could ensure she continued to scream his name.

  Melissa cleared her throat. “Uh, some men don’t like their women using…”

  “Then those men are stupid.” He snorted. “I would love to see you spread before me, a dildo or vibrator deep within you.” He dropped one of the devices and pulled her close until their bodies were aligned. Her breath caught when his hardness pressed into her stomach. “To pleasure you in any way I can until you beg me to cease. Then I would draw one more shout from you. I wish to worship your body, shaa kouva. With my own or with these devices, I care not.”

  “But you haven’t tried…” She nibbled her lower lip and he tugged it free with a gentle press of his thumb on her chin.

  “If you wish for me to love your body as I love your soul, I will spread you on this bed now. If you wish to wait until you are more comfortable in my presence, we shall wait.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “It is always, above all, the female’s choice.”

  “And if I said I wanted that?”

  “I will toss this box aside and pull the clothes from your body.”

  Indecision filled her eyes, wariness and desire clouding her vision, and Jarek held his breath as he waited for her response. She would either dismiss him or ask him to touch her. He was not sure which option he desired most. He knew he was too on edge with his need and he did not believe he could pleasure her appropriately at that moment. And yet… he still hoped she wanted him.

  His prayers were answered.

  “Yes.” She pressed to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, but not before running her fingers over the edge of his wings. They fluttered and his cock twitched, growing harder with the intimate touch. “Yes.”

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  Was encouraging him a mistake? Possibly? Probably? They didn’t truly know each other well and yet…

  I wish to worship your body, shaa kouva.

  Yet she wanted him to worship her body just as much as she wanted to explore his. She wanted to discover his secrets, kiss and lick every inch of him before taking his cock inside herself. He was hot and hard against her hip, prodding her with evidence of his desire. Long and thick, she knew he’d stretch her pussy wide, fill her like no other had. And with his strength… They’d make love for hours, spend countless minutes wrapped around one another until their voices were hoarse from their screams.

  Melissa scraped her nails along his shoulders, smiling when he shuddered and his wings fluttered once more. The Knowing once told her that a warrior’s control was one of a male’s most prized accomplishments. Their ability to stand motionless no matter the circumstances.

  She took that from him.

  They stared at one another, his eye color flickering from deep green to dragon-yellow and back again. Further proof he held on to his beast by a thread.

  “Jarek,” she whispered his name and pushed to her tiptoes. His lips called to her, his mouth a temptation she was finding hard to resist.

  Then she didn’t have to. Not when he lowered his head and captured her mouth with his own. His kiss was firm and unyielding, demanding yet gentle as he brushed his mouth over hers before settling into place. His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she immediately opened for him, granting him entrance. She took advantage of the deepening of their kiss, tasting him as he tasted her. Cinnamon sweetness with a hint of fire gliding over her taste buds and she moaned with the intimate caress.

  His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her tighter against him. He lifted her slightly, just high enough so his cock nudged the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy ached for him, growing heavy with arousal and she quickly grew slick with wanting. She lifted first one leg and then the other, sliding them around his hips until her thighs were spread for him. He cupped her ass, holding her tightly while also encouraging her to move, encouraging her to roll her hips and rub his cloth-covered cock. He was so hot, so hard and thick for her. He’d slide into her waiting pussy, thrust into her over and over again until they cried out with release.

  Her nipples formed hardened nubs that brushed his chest with every deep inhale and slow exhale. Her passion rose, flying higher with their every exchange, every slip and slide of their bodies and tongues.

  She tightened her legs around his waist, picking up his maddening rhythm and driving them both crazy with need. She wanted the clothes gone, every stitch of fabric burned away so they were skin to skin.

  And hell, he could burn anything.

  Anything but her—Melissa joi Jarek Walker, Preor mate.

  The idea of belonging to him forever, of always being at his side for the rest of their days, sent a bolt of pleasure down her spine. Her pussy clenched, aching to be stretched and filled by her mate. Now.

  Melissa pulled her mouth from his, breath coming in heaving rasps. Her lips brushed Jarek’s while they shared air, both of them panting. “Jarek,” she whispered and that ended with a gasp when his nails pricked her ass. “Need you.”

  “Yesss,” the word ended with a hiss and a whimper escaped her chest. That made her crave him all the more.

  The world around her spun and then she found herself falling onto the mattress, bouncing when she hit the soft surface. She squeaked and that squeak turned into a moan as Jarek came down atop her. Settled in the middle of the bed, her mate covered her entirely, his large
body resting on hers while his wings curled around them. She was surrounded by him, bracketed on all sides by his strength, his need.

  “Shaa kouva.” The words were a harsh growl and she couldn’t help but return them with her own.

  “Shaa kouvi,” she whispered and followed it up with a moan.

  Jarek rained kisses along her neck, sharp fangs scraping the column of her throat as he traveled south. Large hands tugged at her clothing, nails tearing her shirt from her body. The thin fabric was no deterrent for the Preor and her bra was discarded even quicker.

  He licked and nibbled her body, tracing her curves with his tongue and only stopping when…

  He captured her nipple between his lips and sucked on the hard nub. Each pull went straight to her pussy, her inner walls clenching and silently begging to be stretched and filled.

  She sifted her fingers through his hair, fisting the strands as she arched her back and sought more of his pleasurable attentions. He released one nipple and a whine leapt past her lips.

  “No,” she whimpered, which turned into a groan when he lapped and sucked her other breast. “Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”

  Melissa spread her legs wider, anxious for his cock, and she cursed the fact they were still dressed. Well, mostly.

  She released his hair and reached for his shoulders, stroked his sides and then tugged on the waist of his pants. She yanked and tugged, anxious to have him stripped just like her.

  “Please.” She pulled again.

  Jarek released her with a soft pop. “Please what, shaa kouva?”

  The teasing glint in his eyes told her he knew exactly what she wanted. “Strip. Wanna touch you. Need you naked.”