Jarek (Scifi Alien Weredragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 1) Read online

  He flicked the damp nipple with his tongue and then gently blew warm air across the puckered nub. “Skin and scales, shaa kouva?” His wings trembled and his shimmering green scales slipped over his tanned flesh. “Skin and scales?”

  “Anything. Everything.” She stared into his eyes, hoping he could read her true feelings. “Just want you.”

  Jarek growled low, vibrations dancing over her nerves and her clit twitched in response. God, she wanted him—needed him. Now.

  Melissa wiggled and rubbed her pussy against the hard evidence of his arousal, sending a spike of bliss ricocheting through her body.

  “Mine,” he snarled.

  “Yours.” It was the only response she had to his declaration.

  Jarek abandoned her breasts and continued south, tongue sliding over her heated skin. He circled her belly button for a moment before continuing to the button of her denim shorts. And instead of using his hands to pull them free of her body, he went after them with his sharp fangs. It took one bite and pull and then two before the button and zipper were no more.

  That wasn’t Jarek who stripped her, but his dragon. The beast demanding skin and forcing his mostly human half to do the job.

  Her shorts quickly disappeared and her panties were soon gone, leaving her completely bared to her mate’s gaze. He stared down at her with passion-glazed eyes, his chest heaving and green scales glistening in the sun’s bright light. His wings were spread wide—strong extensions of his body and a testament to her mate’s lack of humanity.

  Her pussy clenched once more, cream sliding free of her center to prepare her body for his possession. Her nerves were alight with need and a bone-deep craving for him. For his mouth, his hands, his cock. Any of him, all of him.

  “Need you, Jarek.” She didn’t try to hide the plea in her voice. She’d gladly beg to have him take her. Gladly.

  His eyes flashed yellow and retained the hue, his dragon’s soul remaining in place as he yanked on the fastening of his pants. “I cannot wait to have you, shaa kouva.”

  23

  Jarek truly thought he would die before he seated himself within her tight sheath. If he did not gain control of himself soon…

  “Yes,” her softly whispered word threatened to snatch any hint of restraint. His dragon nature stretched against the slim leash that remained in place, threatening to overwhelm his mate with his need.

  No, that could not happen. Not yet. Not when she had never experienced the strength of a Preor.

  He took a deep breath and then another, fighting for a hard-won calm that seemed just out of reach. His mate was gloriously spread before him, her pale skin flushed with need and pink with desire. Her pussy glistened with her arousal while her nipples remained hard pebbles at the tips of her breasts. Yes, all indications of her craving for him.

  As it should be between mates.

  His shaft was hard and aching for her, long and firm as it fought the bindings of his pants. It would take one fierce tug and the katoth would be no more, his shaft free and prepared for his mate.

  His hands trembled, nails sharpening and lengthening in preparation of the movement.

  One pull. One yank. One…

  “Please, Jarek.” She groaned and cupped her breasts, small hands overflowing with her plump flesh. She plucked her firm nipples, giving them a small twist, and he nearly spilled himself. It became an even closer struggle when one of her small hands trailed between the mounds, down her abdomen and then teased the closely cropped curls of her pussy. “Need you.”

  The dragon burst free. Two words had it tearing its tether and his pants no longer bound him. The ragged katoth fell to the bed, some still pinned beneath his knees, but he was free of the clothing.

  Just as free as his mate.

  Her wide eyes traveled down his chest and beyond until her gaze settled on his cock. He palmed his length, stroking himself with slow slides up and down his shaft. Some of his… cum the Knowing supplied.

  Some of his cum decorated the tip, the pale droplet clinging to the head of his cock.

  Until his Melissa reached for him, until her fingers wrapped around him and her thumb gathered that droplet. She took over his caresses, palm moving up and down his dick. His balls drew up tightly against him, body prepared to release inside his kouva.

  Again and again until she surely carried his dragonlet. Until they were so tied nothing could ever separate them.

  Melissa pumped him once more, grip tightening and the increased pressure sent a jolt of joy down his spine.

  His voice was deep and hoarse when he spoke—when he pleaded with her. “Shaa kouva, if you do not cease…”

  A teasing grin split her lips and she brushed her thumb over the tip again. His cock twitched in response, pulsing against her grip. Pleasure mounted inside him, growing with each breath, each deep inhale and wheezing exhale. His need was a physical thing, a desire he did not think could ever be quenched.

  With a growl, he gripped her wrist and gently tugged, encouraging her to release him. He refused to spill himself against her stomach this first time.

  “Jarek,” her voice was soft, eyes filled with a combination of desire and—he dared to hope for—love? Possibly. At least the emotions seemed as deep as his own. “Mate me. Claim me.”

  Claim her. He would over and over.

  A bright purple object drew his eye and he recalled what ideas prefaced their passion—dildos, vibrators. Should he stop and…

  Melissa must have sensed the direction of his thoughts because her hand abandoned his dick and touched his chin instead, fingers slowly encouraging him to meet her stare.

  “We have forever to explore, but I need you now. Just you.”

  “And I need only you,” he rasped.

  “So,” she lowered to the bed, her fingers trailing down his chest as she descended. “Take me.”

  It was an invitation Jarek could not ignore. Not when her passion-glazed eyes pleaded with him, imploring him to do as she asked.

  Jarek eased forward, lowering his upper body and finally propping his weight on one arm. He gripped the base of his cock with his free hand, sliding the tip along her moist slit. Her flesh tightened, center kissing the head of his dick when he passed over the weeping entrance. She was soaked for him, body more than prepared for him.

  And he was more than ready to claim her.

  “Tell me, shaa kouva.” His gaze bored into hers and he hoped she recognized his need—to claim her, to love her. “Tell me.”

  “Yours, shaa kouvi. Aro la kaosado.”

  Yours for eternity. Yes, she was his forever.

  “Aro la kaosado, shaa kouva.” He was hers for eternity as well.

  With that last declaration, Jarek eased forward, allowing the tip of his cock to slide into her velvety sheath. Her walls clenched his length, massaging him as he pressed deeper and deeper until their hips met. And their gazes remained locked for each agonizing second. Her eyes first widening and then turning to smoldering heat as pleasure found his mate.

  “Yes,” she hissed much like a Preor overtaken by the dragon. “More.”

  Jarek rested the remainder of his weight on his other hand, one settled on each side of her shoulders. Now he could love her in earnest. He pulled his hips back and then pushed forward, relishing in the squeezing glide of her flesh against his. Melissa’s answering moan was all he needed to spur him into further action.

  He began with a gentle, arousing pace, hips working carefully in an effort to entice without pushing her over the edge too quickly. He tilted his hips, fighting to find the perfect angle to…

  His mate’s harsh gasp and then deep groan told him he found what he sought. The Knowing assured him his mate had an internal pleasure spot and he’d discovered hers. Now he increased the pace, increased the strength of his strokes. He rubbed his pubic bone against her clit after each thrust, encouraging her arousal to climb higher. His own had already risen close to release, his orgasm hovering at the edges of his mind.
br />   His balls were hard and full and he withheld his final pleasure by the tips of his claws. If he did not, he would spill himself before Melissa found that same joy.

  Jarek gritted his teeth and continued this never-ending torment. He savored every moan, groan and whisper. Reveled in each tightening of her soaked sheath as it rippled around his invasion.

  “You are mine, shaa kouva,” he grunted when she squeezed him tightly and he gritted his teeth against the need for release.

  Not yet. Not until she joined him.

  “Yes. Please. More.” She writhed beneath him, hips moving in an uneven rhythm as she fought for more from him. He wanted to give her more, wanted to give her everything.

  Just as he wanted it all from her.

  And he soon would.

  “Everything,” his word was hardly more than a deep growl, his dragon’s voice overriding all.

  The rumble seemed to arouse her and push her to greater heights, her mewls and groans growing in volume and strength. Yes, yes… She would come and then he would fill her, impregnate her with his dragonlet.

  The son of Preor’s greatest killer would claim his salvation.

  Jarek increased his pace, ignoring the way the bed slammed against the wall—ignoring everything but his panting mate. His shaft pulsed and jerked within her, his pleasure rising with each movement until he felt like nothing more than a ball of impending joy.

  She met him thrust for thrust, hips rising to meet his own, and he lost himself to their frantic pace. The rhythm increase, growing rougher, firmer, as he fought to bring his mate to the edge of bliss.

  “Soon,” the word was hardly audible and he barely managed to hear her above their rasping breaths.

  “Yesss,” he hissed.

  He took her warning as permission to drive them forward, closer to that final ecstasy. His hips pistoned, his cock thrusting and retreating in an ever-increasing speed. The sound of their bodies meeting warred with their wheezing breaths and deep moans. They didn’t silence their pleasure but gave voice to each answering sound.

  Melissa’s blunted nails dug into his flesh, adding a hint of pain to his pleasure while her pussy rippled around him. When her wide-eyed gaze met his, he saw the truth. Her release was no longer “soon” but finally upon her. She tightened around him almost to the point of pain.

  “Jarek!”

  He released any sense of restraint and let his body work of its own volition. His dick pulsed within her and his balls hugged his body. The pleasure he’d gathered burst free and he came within Melissa with a bellowing roar. Pure pleasure and unadulterated bliss assaulted his veins. The sensations skimmed his nerves, plucking each and every one as he continued to fill his mate with his cum. He wanted her to bear his dragonlets now. He wanted a family now.

  He would never be alone again. He would never be without a family.

  Because he’d done it. He’d claimed her. Jarek joi Melissa Walker, War Master of the Third Fleet, had a mate. And he would never let her go.

  24

  Jarek stared out over the rolling waves, watching the sun paint the sky in shades of orange and purple as it descended. Another day on Earth, another day of his new life with his mate on the strange planet he’d adopted as his new home.

  “Jarek?” Evuklar called from within the condo.

  “Out here.” Enjoying the sea air. Preors disliked being so near one of their vulnerabilities, but the longer he spent in the towering high-rise, the more at ease he became with the expanse of water.

  His friend soon joined him, the male padding over the bare concrete balcony and then leaning against the railing at his side. A bottle of beer dangled from his fingers. Jarek had yet to develop a taste for the bitter brew, but Evuklar assured him beer was part of a human male’s bonding ritual. Strange humans.

  “Do you regret your choice to remain?”

  His denial was immediate. “No. Never. I have my mate and new purpose on Earth.”

  “Your rank is much higher on Preor.”

  He glared at his friend. “Yet none would accept my mating with Melissa. My rank as War Master would not keep my bed warm or my heart full.” He shook his head. “I can never regret remaining.”

  “Never?”

  Jarek pushed away from the rail and stood to his full height. Crossing his arms over his chest, he let Evuklar feel the weight of his fury. “There is nothing more important, nothing that could make me feel so whole, than Melissa. She is the reason I breathe. Why are you questioning me when you have said you feel the same for Nalan?”

  And if those questions continued much longer, Jarek would throw his oldest friend over the railing. It would not kill the male, but it would be fun to watch the Defense Master battle the winds blowing off the seas. Perhaps he would crash into the building a time or two before finally settling on the ground. Three times would make him truly happy.

  Evuklar turned his attention to the doorway, ignoring Jarek. Yes, throwing him over the balcony railing was an excellent idea.

  Before he could put his wonderful plan into action, his friend spoke to someone behind him. “Do you understand now? Do you need more proof?”

  Jarek followed the direction of the male’s gaze and his attention settled on Melissa. Unease filled her—she shifted her weight from side to side while nibbling her lower lip, and worry filled her eyes. “Shaa kouva?”

  His mate padded to him and he easily pulled her into the circle of his arms. He stroked her back, tracing the line of her spine before finally allowing his hand to rest just above her ass. “Tell me why you went to Evuklar with your troubles instead of me.”

  Melissa shook her head and he wondered if she was truly denying him but then she spoke. “I didn’t. I was talking to Rina and Nalan overheard and Nalan…”

  “Spoke to Evuklar because she went to her mate when she was unsure what to do with the knowledge.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “But if you were having difficulty, why did you not come to me instead of Rina?”

  His gut clenched with that knowledge, the realization she’d involved another—others—in their mating.

  “It wasn’t…” She fell silent and he wondered if she would give him the explanation he sought. “A lot of women—at least human women—have best friends. Women we confide in and who we talk out problems with. Rina and Nessa are my close friends and…”

  She fell quiet once more but he waited her out. He would discover her misgiving and then assure her she worried for nothing. Melissa tilted her head back and he met her stare, hating that worry still clouded her expression. “You gave up everything to stay here.”

  “I gave up nothing of importance: A battleship filled with males; a small home on Preor I rarely visited since the fear of those on Preor was greater than my warriors on the ship. I gave up a few trinkets and clothing I do not care about.” His next kiss was a soft brush of his lips across hers. “What I gave up pales in comparison to what I gained with you, shaa kouva.”

  “Everyone will look at you like you’re a freak,” she whispered. “Humans already stare at the Ujal and their scales are hidden. But you…” She glanced at his wings. “You can’t exactly hide those.”

  “And I would never try.” She still looked unsure and he tried to soothe her once more. “Shaa kouva, humans will stare. Even some Ujal stare. Until the Preor numbers grow on our planet, we will be an oddity.”

  “You said our planet.”

  “How could it be anything but ours? This is home.” He nuzzled her neck and breathed in her sweet scent. “Wherever you are is home and I have those I care for most surrounding me. I have you in my bed and Evuklar and Nalan in my life. We will ensure other Preors have the same opportunities to find their mates. We will ensure any male who steps foot on Earth and meets a human female is worthy of her. Not because of his family or his accomplishments in battle.” Jarek gave her a gentle squeeze. “But because his heart is good.”

  She smiled against his shoulder. “Like yours?”


  “Shaa kouva, my heart has been many things. Battered and bruised then blackened when I nearly lost you. Almost destroyed when I believed I would die before I got to claim you.” He pulled away and cupped her cheeks, making sure she saw the truth in his eyes. “And now it glows with my feelings for you and what is yet to come for us.”

  “What’s to come?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  “Love. Dragonlets. Pummeling their Uncle Evuklar for eavesdropping.” He glared at his friend lingering near the sliding glass doors and Melissa mirrored the movement. A wide smile slid over her lips and he felt himself smile in return. “And life, shaa kouva.” He reveled in the feel of her in his arms and vowed to enjoy the embrace as often as possible. Hopefully naked more often than not. “A very long, very happy life.”

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  The End

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