Intensity (7 page)
The four Guardsmen were standing in a conversational grouping and when she entered the room, the Terran woman grinned at her and the Drai sighed in relief.
"Hiya, Mayden. Long time no see." Raine waved weakly at the other human in the room and she gasped as she was treated to a hug.
The Terran Guardsman squeezed Raine tightly. "I am so relieved. I thought Harusk and Orell were going to actually have a smack down."
"So, that wasn't my imagination. I came screaming back to the world and my mate was trying to wrestle with another man. I mean, in a dream, sure…and they should have been oiled up…but really, on my first moment back?"
Mayden was quivering with amusement. "Is Harusk scowling as much as Orell is?"
Raine made an assessment. "Yeah, pretty much. Shall we get some lunch?"
"Sure. Jenya? Can you give me a hand with the invalid?"
The other woman approached and smiled at them. "I am Digger or Jenya. Your choice. You have the clearance, so feel free to use either one."
Each woman took an arm and supported her to the dining room. "The staff has a lot of Terran preferences."
Mayden smiled. "We know. We have been here for two days while your mate balled up enough energy to restart you. Of course, we didn't count on your going into cardiac arrest the moment that you came back online. Sorry about the ribs, but we couldn't use most of the powered units in medical, they got shorted out."
"What?"
"Come on, have a seat and we will explain everything." Jenya had a pleasant smile and a friendly face.
A cup of tea was in front of her the moment that she sat down and with Mayden and Jenya grinning at her. They told her the story of her return to Yosh.
Chapter Ten
As they had tea, the story unfolded of a dragon rising from the sea, gathering his power to give to a Kozue warrior. There was too much power handed over in that moment that every instrument in medical went down.
The Sector Guard teams had arrived one day early to come up with a plan of attack. Harusk was there to keep Orell calm, because Flame's healing was not a pleasant one and no matter how well intentioned, most mates wouldn't stand by to listen to their woman screaming.
Flame's power worked by injecting the cells with power. She was so close to dying that it was best that Flame not simply use his own talent. If he had to provide that much energy, it would bind them together forever. It was fine for Jenya to be bound to Flame, but it would be awkward for Raine to be tied to him.
Orell had volunteered immediately to provide the power. He went to his source, the ocean, and in his dragon form, he swam, gathering power until had had enough biological energy to hand over.
When they circled around her chamber and the power was exchanged, it blew out all of the mechanicals, including her unit.
Raine didn't so much die, as simply never started breathing.
"You are kidding."
Jenya laughed and the men glared at her amusement. Mayden had banished them to the other table because they had nasty table manners.
Mayden filled in, "Nope, you lay there like a landed trout. All cold and pasty. I jumped in and let my CPR training take over. Fortunately, Harusk was there to keep Orell back as he flipped out, but as soon as you started breathing on your own, Flame took over and the burning and screaming started.
"That was when my hubby had a fight on his hands. They took it outside for a while, but your screams managed to spur your mate on to extremes of strength and he pushed back into the room."
From the other table, Harusk piped up, "I would have held him back if I didn't want to keep from hurting him."
Mayden rolled her eyes and followed up with, "And the rest you know. You stopped bleeding internally, your kidneys and liver started to function again and before we knew it, you were sitting up and asking for Orell with nasty morning breath. Thanks for drinking the mint tea by the way."
Raine blushed but took another sip of tea. "You are welcome. So, what is next on your agenda?"
"Well, after our visit here on Yosh, Jenya will return to Udell and I will return to Teklan." Mayden smiled.
A thought came to Raine. "Are you in a hurry?"
The women looked at each other and shrugged. Their partners shook their heads. "No. Why?"
Minya was lurking nearby and Raine smiled and nodded to her. When the older woman came to her, she whispered in her ear. Minya grinned and disappeared through one of the discreet doors.
"Because, dear ladies, there is no sense going to a resort and spa without getting a massage and facials." Raine grinned and leaned back as the women's faces lit up. "You, too, boys. The least that Yosh can do for you."
They continued polite chatting until four Vendu arrived and nodded for the Guardsmen to come with them.
"I will see you before you leave. Now, have fun and enjoy." She smiled and stood to hug the ladies before they left.
Raine was feeling stronger with every passing second, but when she resumed her seat and Orell took her hand, her strength increased exponentially.
She raised his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. He returned the caress and she closed her eyes to let the sensation ripple through her. She smiled with her eyes shut. "So you went ape shit when you thought I was in danger?"
"As was my right as your mate. So, what would you think of having the Sector Guard here more frequently?"
She opened her eyes to find him an inch from her face. "I think it would be fun. Certainly different, why?"
"Because with our ability to defend ourselves, we are equipped to offer them a secure vacation spot. Several have children and it isn't feasible to have gatherings on the battle bases or in toxic atmospheres. I also gather that you would like to be able to meet and commune with more of your own kind. If they come to us, it takes a worry off my mind."
She smiled and leaned close for a kiss. "What use is having a private planet with a resort and spa if you can't invite folks to come for a visit?"
He smiled and pulled her toward him, his hand cupped the back of her skull and he kept the kiss going until her blood was singing and her body ached. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers. "I wish you were up for more, but I can wait."
She groaned with frustration, the silk between her thighs slid with every restless shift. "Fine. Let's go for a walk. If I can't work off the tension, perhaps I can walk it off."
They were a quarter of a mile down the beach when she tripped him and pushed him to the sand. He lay on his back, his wings acting as a blanket and he watched, bemused, as she unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers with eager fingers.
His cock sprang out and she leaned in to lick at the head, loving the feel of his hands in her hair as he fought with himself to pull her away. Raine smiled inwardly as she took more of the salty heat into her mouth. He wasn't going to hurt her and was afraid of making the first move, so if she jumped him, he was in the clear.
After a few smooth strokes, she sat up and moved her skirt out of the way while she climbed onto him. The wet pressure of his cock against her opening made her lean her head back and groan. Working herself onto him would have been easy if he had helped, but he was too busy digging his claws into rocks and sand.
Her body slowly gave way to the intense heat of his shaft and as she worked herself up and down, she fought the orgasm that came rushing to her consciousness.
When he was fully inside her, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his abdomen as she flexed and contracted around him. She met his aqua gaze and slowly started to move her hips in a detailed figure eight.
She had always read about this kind of thing in magazines, but the feel of the immobile hardness inside her was indescribable. He touched every inch of her channel, stroked, rubbed and rocked inside her.
Orell groaned, his hands turning a rock into gravel with a squeeze.
He shuddered and she started moving on him with speed, lifting and dropping, plunging and pumping her hips against him until she screamed as her release overtook her. Her eyes widened and she stared into Orell's eyes as his body gave way to pleasure inside her. The sharp jets of cum inside her heated her once again and her limbs shook as a second wave took her over.
She smiled and stroked his rib cage as they both fought for breath. "There. You didn't have to lift a finger and I feel much better."
He grinned and stroked her hips with careful hands. "As do I. Are you sure you are well?"
"I am."
"Good."
In a move she couldn't track, he propelled them upward using his wings and once he was on his feet, Orell launched them into the air.
How he managed it while remaining inside her was a mystery, but the result of the rhythm of his flight was a delicious friction that went on forever.
Where are we going? There are visitors at the resort.
We are going to spend a night in our bed. Then a day, then another night.
But…I told the ladies that we had to say goodbye.
The men will explain it to them if they haven't figured it out, tonight is mine and you did promise.
She grinned.
I know, there is also the matter of an ass kicking, so brace yourself, it could come at any time.
You remember that?
You would be amazed at the things that I can remember.
Whatever she was going to say next was left as her senses burst into a kaleidoscope of colour and touch. Her orgasm was more electric than physical and she held her breath while they approached their castle.
She bit her lip and then his as the sensations started to build again and when he soared through the open window, she sighed happily. It may be an alien world, with an alien man and an alien situation, but she was right at home.
Author's Note
The Sector Guard and Terran Times have begun to bleed together, but in situations like this, why not bring folks from
Freak Factor, Past Tense,
and
Resurrecting Flame
along for the ride.
Building a home that the woman has to approve is something borrowed from bowerbirds. I have always found it fascinating that a male sets out to create and decorate a home to attract a mate. How much more metro could you be?
So, my dragons are bowerbirds. They have to meet, seduce and entice a woman who is meant for them. No pressure.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola's fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.