Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) (12 page)

She licked her lips, mouthwatering at the idea of savoring his flavors. Then he truly teased her, fingers wrapping around his dick as he palmed his shaft. He stroked himself, root to tip and back again, squeezing just beneath the flared head. He repeated the motion a third time, then a fourth, before swiping his thumb across the glistening tip.

She whimpered, aching for him, desperate for him. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, desperate for a better look as he pleasured himself. If he’d just let her…

Rendan released himself and reached for her, fingers curled and thumb sticking out. Sticking out so she could have a taste…

Is this what you desire, shaa kouva?

She nodded, lips parting so she could sample the very essence of her mate.
Please.

Please, please, please.

He gently slipped his thumb into her mouth and she groaned with the musky taste of Rendan’s arousal. The flavors burst across her taste buds, dancing along her tongue and finally disappearing down her throat. She suckled his thumb, imagining it was his cock, pretending she sucked him deep into her mouth until her nose was buried in the soft skin at the base of his cock. She’d suck him until he roared her name, until he could think of nothing but her.

Not this time, shaa kouva.

Shaa kouvi,
she whined, her gaze colliding with his. She begged him with her eyes, needing more than the small sampling.

Next time. I swear it.
He pulled his thumb free of her mouth and she gave him one final, hard suck before releasing him. She ached for more of his taste but knew he’d keep his promise.

My mate has needs only I can fulfill.
He leaned over her, his hands tracing her skin. He ran his palms along her calves, skimming her knees, and then teasing her thighs.
I would be a poor mate if I did not pleasure her fully.

He traced that sensitive area where thigh and hip met, so near to her closely cropped curls, but not near enough.

You are so hot, shaa kouva.
A mixture of Rendan’s deep bass and his dragon’s harsh rasp filled her mind.
Your thasiq burns for me
.

Yes, her
thasiq
—her pussy—burned for him. Her entire body burned for him.

Please, shaa kouvi.
The endearment flowed easily now. No longer hesitant and unsure.

Rendan was her beloved. Period. And now that she’d accepted that, she would take him—keep him.

She would make a life with him.

She spread her legs farther, opening herself fully, exposing her inner lips to the room’s cool air. Rendan’s eyes flared with the new sight and a sense of animalistic need flowed through their connection.

Carla lifted one hand and teased the valley between her breasts, trailing her fingers down her body, over the curve of her stomach, and then brought them to rest above her slit.

Shaa kouvi
… The words were a husky murmur.
Please
.

His gaze remained riveted to the juncture of her thighs, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, and scales rippled over his shoulders. The pink hue appeared, sliding across his chest, and disappeared just as quickly. But they were visible long enough to express his bone-deep need.

She fingered the very top of her slit, toying with that small patch of skin that led to her clit. She didn’t dare go farther, afraid she’d come without him deep inside her. Already she teetered on the edge of release, his intent looks and delicious flavors enough to push her to the precipice. And with each second, each inhale of his scent, she drew even nearer to orgasm.

Please.
She didn’t care that she begged him, that her voice held more than a hint of a whine. She was empty—aching—and needed her mate.
Please.

Rendan traced that curve of her leg, thumb sliding up and down, so close to her pussy but not close enough. He fisted his cock with his other hand, pumping his dick in a slow, easy rhythm. But his eyes? They were focused on her pinkness—on that slick, desperate part of her body that needed him most.

“I will claim you,
shaa kouva
.” Smoke escaped his nose as he spoke, reptilian eyes overtaking his round pupils. “I will fill you and claim you before you have the chance to flee.”

Another waft of smoke, the pale clouds smelling of fire and man, and she shivered with the jolt of pleasure those scents caused. He probably saw his words as a threat, but Carla thought of them as a promise. A promise of a life together—a
long
life together.

“By Earth treaty…” she murmured, softly urging him to begin the official statement. “I lay claim to Rendan sen Tarkan as kouvi to Carla Butler, now Carla joi Rendan Butler, nurse to the Preor Third Fleet.”

All hints of Rendan vanished with those words, his inner dragon snatching control until those pink scales took up residence on his shoulders. Those eyes became his inner beast’s, and his wings seemed to grow in breadth.

“Mine,” he snarled. Demanding. Possessive.

“
Mine
,” she hissed in return.

Then… then she could do nothing but scream. Not in pain, but in pure pleasure. Rendan’s gaze remained locked on her, but his body went into motion. He lowered and angled his hips, pressing the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy. Then, in one smooth thrust, he was inside her—stretching her, filling her, possessing her.

She arched, gasping with the sudden wave of ecstasy that consumed her blood. A fire started inside her, sparking and dancing along her nerves with that single motion. Her mate growled low, grunting as their hips met, as his dick fully speared her.

Tight, shaa kouva.
He withdrew and thrust forward again.
Wet.

Carla groaned, lost in the first rushes of bliss.
Hot.
She tipped her hips, needing him deeper.
Thick.

So thick he stretched her almost to the point of pain. Almost. Instead, it was just enough to stroke nerves she’d long forgotten. Nerves that sparked to life, caressed and teased by Rendan’s hard length, the swollen tip of his cock.

He withdrew and thrust again, slamming their hips together, grinding and rubbing against her sensitized clit. The bundle of nerves pulsed with the added sensation, with the aching need to be rubbed and flicked.

So he did it again, easing free of her cunt and then entering her swiftly again, creating a forceful, fierce pace that had her moaning and groaning with pleasure. Her breasts bounced with his every move and she cupped her lush mounds, fingers toying with her nipples. She pinched and squeezed, letting the sensations add to the pleasure her mate caused.

She gasped and moaned, lifting her hips to meet his, aching for more and more and more.

And Rendan gave it. He fucked her hard—fast and furious—and she reveled in every moment of his attentions. His fucking pushed her closer to the edge of release, urging her to the edge, prodding her to fly over the side and throw herself into the bliss.

Not yet. It was so much better if she waited. If she held out for as long as she could.

But he was so… fucking… good…

The sound of the wet slap of their bodies meeting filled the room, their harsh breathing adding to the passionate symphony. Those sounds were countered by their low whispers, their begging, their pleading with each other.

Her pussy rippled around him, milking his cock with a rhythmic clenching and release. As if that part of her begged for his cum.

Carla wrapped her legs around his waist, needing him deeper, wanting more of him.

Rendan gave her more. Rendan gave her everything she could ever wish for. He pounded into her pussy, his pace increasing, and she reveled in the new sensations, in the rapid rise of ecstasy.

Sweat dampened his brow, a light glistening that also coated his chest and dripped onto her skin. She’d smell like him—even more than she already did.

“Damn you to the skies,
shaa kouva
.” He growled the words, but she didn’t hear a hint of heat in the syllables. “Tight.
Fukh
.”

“Yes,” she moaned and bit her lip, fighting off the orgasm that nearly overwhelmed her. “Fuck me. Hard. Wanna come. Want you to come.”

God, she wanted to be covered in his scent, inside and out.

“Yesss…” Man and dragon spoke at once.

His reptilian eyes focused on her, their intensity both scary and alluring. He was so intent, so fixated, on her every expression.

And Carla didn’t hide from him. She let him see the pleasure she experienced, let her face reflect her body’s reactions to him.

When he increased his pace, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, he saw what it did. He watched her, studied her while he sought a new tempo that would—

“Fuck! Rendan!” The angle of his hips changed, the head of his dick glancing over her G-spot over and over again. She moaned and whined, letting herself get lost in the tingles that coursed through her veins. She was aflame, his passion lighting her on fire, and she reveled in the burn.

Gonna.
She couldn’t form words and spoke to him the only way she knew how. With the intimate connection of their minds. They both reached for their peaks, rising to the pinnacle and stretching to find that ultimate release. It began in Carla’s toes, digits curling while muscles tightened and tensed. That turned into trembles, shaking that seemed unending. Then there were the spasms, the delirious milking of Rendan’s thick dick while her clit twitched and pulsed.

Arousal scorched her veins, the bliss increasing with each breath until… Until that one last thrust had her freezing in place, his name on her lips while her entire body tensed. She stayed frozen, muscles tense and back bowed as the pleasure finally gathered in one singular balloon.

And the balloon popped. Ecstasy—bliss—exploded throughout her. Like a fireball bursting into the night sky, it lit her up with overwhelming joy. She trembled and jerked, body no longer her own, while the spasms of pleasure continued to overtake her from head to foot.

Rendan’s furious movements stretched out her orgasm, the pleasure rolling in tidal wave after wave of blinding pleasure. She whimpered and moaned, pulling and pushing on him. She wanted more and yet it was too much for her to handle. She needed yet hated and then needed even more.

Rendan…
She pleaded with him. Why? She wasn’t sure. Not while the pleasure held her in its vise-like grip.

Shaa… kouva!
His roar split the air, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling her mind at the same time. His pace stuttered, growing jerky and random and then a flood of heat filled her very center. He filled her with his cum, covering her in his scent both inside and out and she sighed.

Happiness overtook her, a sense of delirious relief and joy sliding into her mind as their bonds strengthened.

Panting and exhausted, Carla relaxed into the mattress, enjoying the feel of the softness at her back and Rendan’s hardness against her front. It was glorious and comforting, constricting yet freeing at once. She lifted her hands from her breasts and twined her fingers behind his neck, toying with the damp strands of his hair.

Shaa kouvi…
she mentally whispered the words—wondering if she’d ever get tired of saying them.

Not in this lifetime, shaa kouva. Not ever.

T
he tension clouding
medical nearly suffocated Carla, the emotions pressing down on her the moment she stepped over the threshold. Her shoulders tightened, stomach clenching and skin tingling with the oppressive mood.

It was something she’d been able to do for years. Ever since her mother… Ever since her family narrowed to just her and her father, she’d learned to sense changes and adapt to them. It was more self-preservation than anything. Her father never physically abused her, but she’d still lived in fear. What would set him off? What would take her smiling dad from laughing to scowls?

Now, stepping into medical, she sensed banked violence and suppressed anger. The door whooshed shut behind her, cutting her off from the passageway—escape. She padded deeper into the space, moving to one of the stations to log in to the Preor data systems. She moved quietly, shoes barely making a sound, cautious and unwilling to draw attention to herself. She couldn’t become a target if no one knew she was present.

She softly typed in her access code, fingers moving over the slick pad from memory while she glanced around the space. Low murmurs came from behind one of the last curtains, two males and a single female speaking in hushed tones. Hushed—yet furious—tones.

One of the males spoke louder than the other two—Chashan’s voice rising with his anger. “I will not stand for it. I will not—“

“Intrude on the choices of others.” Khaza—Chashan’s mate—interrupted with her soothing cadence.

“She—“

“
Shaa kouvi
…” The increasing volume lowered to a soft rumble, making it impossible to hear the argument.

An argument she had no place hearing. It wasn’t her deal and she hadn’t done anything to anger anyone. Tell that to her gut, though. It still twisted and turned, body trembling and shaking with the fury still clouding the space.

Sensitive. Her mother had called Carla her sensitive little girl.

She kinda wished she wasn’t so sensitive anymore. Like, at all. Then she could ignore the glare she received from Kozav as he stomped by and the look of disappointment Khaza flashed Carla as she headed for the exit.

She put her head down, focusing on prepping for the day instead of acknowledging the two. Her mind spun, brain bringing forward memory after memory of what she’d done in the last couple of days that could have upset someone so much. She hadn’t insulted anyone or argued or…

Chashan stomped into view, his boots pounding heavily against the floor as he rounded the curtain. He stuttered to a stop and stared at her, his scowl darker than the glare she got from Kozav. She swallowed hard, still frantically searching for any explanation for his mood.

That was another thing she hated about being
sensitive
. Her instant reaction to confrontations was generally an instant feeling of guilt—a need to apologize.

Except when I argued with Rendan.
He was the exception to her “it must be my fault” response.

Too bad that attitude didn’t extend to others.

Well, until he told her what she’d done to deserve his fury, she’d pretend his bad mood didn’t exist. And walk on eggshells, of course.

“Good morning, Healing Master,” she softly whispered the words, a gentle tone she’d often used with her dad. “Is there anything I can do to assist you?”

Respect was another thing she resorted to when faced with anger.

“No,” he snapped, that glare darkening even further. His wings fluttered—trembling almost violently. A true sign of his agitation.

And the depth of his rage.

She swallowed hard again, pushing past the growing lump in her throat. She shoved down her immediate apology—forced herself not to cower beneath the heat of his wrath. Instead, she simply tilted her head respectfully, acknowledging his denial.

Carla proceeded to go through her assigned morning tasks, the short list she’d worked out with Chashan during her first day. She checked the stock of bandages and gloves. Emptied the autoclave and tidied the small rooms they’d established for human patients. Could Chashan use the
ryaapir
platforms on humans? Yes. But for now—while the Preor were still a mystery to humans—they’d use traditional medical practices.

She checked the time piece on the wall—noting that it neared nine—and returned to her station. She pulled up the records for their first patient, intent on performing her job perfectly while the healing master remained so angry.

The first appointment was for a human new hire. The Preor had processed her paperwork and confirmed her employment—pending a satisfactory exam. Really, a drug test. They wanted to perform the process themselves after the Ujal had so much trouble with human subterfuge.

Carla couldn’t blame them.

She loaded the information to her datapad, quickly bringing up the chart just as the woman stepped into medical. She eased into the space slowly, gaze taking in every inch of the room in a quick glance. She couldn’t blame the woman for her wariness. The Preor were hot, but they were also aliens—with wings.

“Hi,” Carla stepped forward. “I’m Car—“

“I will assist her,
Nurse Butler
.” Both of them jolted with Chashan’s snarl and sudden appearance, his movements brisk as he snatched the datapad out of her hands. “You are not needed.”

“Oh.” She jerked back, taking a step away from him. “Of course.” She gave the patient a—hopefully reassuring—smile.

Panic filled the patient’s expression, eyes widening while her chest rose and fell with her soft panting. Carla licked her lips and straightened her spine. She could cower with the best of them, but she was strong and determined when it came to patient care. Now anyway. Grace’s actions when Kozav was injured had given her a new strength. One she’d use now while she advocated for the woman.

“Human females are accustomed to having a woman present when a physician is a male.” She kept her tone respectful with an underlying layer of steel.

The patient nodded but remained silent.

“Your
presence
is not necessary.
I
am an honorable male.” More sneering and Carla’s heartbeat increased, tempo soaring.

Carla shot another smile at the patient, hating the way the woman’s shoulders curled and the shuffle she took toward the doorway. “Of course you are. It’s just that human females—”

“I will not have you poisoning the minds of females. There is the chance she could mate with one of our warriors and I will not allow you to convince her to—“ He snapped his mouth closed and his eyes flashed to his dragon’s gaze for a split second before returning to normal.

Okay, this was a bit more than a bad mood.

Carla eased toward the doorway, closing the distance between her and the patient. She didn’t know what was going on, but now was not the time to do any kind of exam. “Miss…” she racked her brain for the patient’s name. “Miss Price, it might be best if we reschedule for another day. Perhaps you can call reception to resched—“

“Now you turn honorable females away?” Chashan curled his lip. “How many males will you deny mates—dragonlets? Is it not enough what you have done to your own mate? How deep can your dishonor go?”

She took a deep breath and reached behind her, hand fumbling to find the identipad, and pressed her thumb against the panel. “Miss Price, I’ll call you to reschedule at another time. Preor medical is closed for the day.”

She didn’t have the authority to say such a thing, but Chashan was in no state to examine—hell, talk to—anyone.

“They said I only had…”

“Your job will be secure.” She gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “I believe Healing Master Chashan is coming down with something and you know how men are.” Her grin widened while she shot for a conciliatory tone and expression.

Miss Price’s gaze bounced between her and Chashan before the patient finally nodded. “Sure, I’ll call later.”

Chashan growled low, the rumble growing in volume, and Carla softly nudged Miss Price from the room.

The second the doors slid shut, Carla spun to face the raging male. She could—would—put up with a lot. Getting yelled at for doing a shitty job? Sure. Mistakes could cost lives in her line of work. Being bitchy during her period? Yeah, she could get called to the carpet and wouldn’t complain. Much.

Catching a shit-storm for something she didn’t do and
then
being accused of acting dishonorably? Yeah. Not happening. In her book, dishonor meant she wasn’t doing her job properly and that flat-out wasn’t true. Not while the Knowing flowed through her. Not while Chashan had been present during her every interaction with a patient.

“You dare!” His bellow echoed off the walls, vibrating through her bones with the volume of his shout.

“No,” she snapped off the word. “
You
dare! You scared that patient, and you tried to deny her right to have a female present during an exam. The Preor agreed that when human patients sought treatment, they would be afforded all human rights and laws pertaining to treatment.” She stepped toward him. Her determination grew with each word that rolled off her tongue. “That they would be treated with the respect and dedication that every human doctor is required to show their own patients.”

She wouldn’t bring up the fact that the humans at East Fortuna Medical hadn’t exactly stuck to that edict when Preors were brought in after a nearly deadly accident.

“We do not need a female like you poisoning the minds of other human females. Females who could be matches and you would convince them to…” Disgust filled his face. “Prevent offspring as you have done.”

The accusation smacked her in the face, his words plunging into her heart. “Prevent offspring?” she whispered the words. “What?”

She shook her head. She’d wanted kids, a family, for as long as she could remember. Sure, she was careful if she wasn’t sure of the strength of her relationship. No woman wanted to be a single mom. But she hadn’t… Carla pressed a hand to her lower-stomach, wondering if her love making with Rendan last night had resulted in a baby. She hadn’t been on pregnancy blockers for a while and…

Chashan pointed at her belly. “Is it guilt that makes you clutch your womb?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She shook her head again, confusion plaguing her. “Guilt? About what?”

He snorted. “You dare deny your demands?” He shook his head, that disgust still coating his features. “You refuse your mate unless he receives the injection. You refuse him offspring. You demand he make his
syha’i
useless.”

Carla stumbled back beneath the heft of his fury and the words that scraped her skin. “Rendan? He…”

“Demanded I prevent
pregnancy
due to your desires. You would not accept him if he could not guarantee you would not conceive.” Chashan’s lips tightened, pressing together until they formed a harsh line above his chin. “You would even go so far as to end your offspring’s life.”

“Rendan said this? He came to you and said this?” She shook her head, unable to believe the male’s words. “But it’s not true. I would never…”

She no longer saw Chashan, but Rendan. Rendan the previous night. Rendan as he stared at where they were joined and the rush of wetness that followed his withdrawal.

Rendan’s… look of horror. The expression was fleeting and she’d pretended not to see it, but she couldn’t fool herself into believing she was mistaken.

But Chashan was wrong. He had to be.

“Did you…”

“I am bound by the Healer’s Vow.” Which meant that Rendan’s request had been granted. He’d been injected so his
syha’i
was now unable to impregnate her.

“I…” Her mind couldn’t cling to one thought, each one whipping past and out of her grasp before the next flew toward her. He’d… “I have to go.”

Carla didn’t wait for Chashan’s permission. She simply spun and entered the hallway, anxious to find Rendan… and get answers.

She wasn’t sure where she could find him. They hadn’t discussed his plans for the day, but there had to be someone in Preor Tower who could help her. Someone—

She turned a corner and slammed into an immovable wall. She stumbled back and nearly fell if it hadn’t been for the large hands that grasped her arms—hard. She tilted her head back, gaze following the hands that held her so tightly and not stopping until she met… Ballakin’s stare. Loathing swirled in the depths of his green orbs, pupils narrowing to his dragon’s gaze before flattening into circles once more.

“Oh! Sorry.” She moved to step free of his hold, but he merely tightened his grasp, continuing to hold her close. Revulsion and fear slid down her spine, the feelings so very different than when she was with Chashan. She tried to get free again. “I didn’t mean to run into you like that. I was just in a hurry to find Rendan and…”

Ballakin curled his lip and she wondered who else knew about what Rendan had done—the actions he’d taken and blamed on her.

She froze in his hold, prey wary of a predator, and kept her voice soft when she spoke again. She didn’t have time—or patience—to get into another argument. She needed to save her frustration for her mate.

Her mate who’d betrayed her.

Tears stung her eyes, the swirling emotions of the morning closing in on her—threatening to overwhelm her in a tidal wave of agony.

“You search for your
mate
.” He glared at her and a ripple of muted green scales slipped across his chest, his wings slightly twitching, and she wondered what’d happen next. She hated the feelings she got around him, the unease that plagued her when in his presence. Would he finally act out? Would she finally find out what was in his soul that made her dislike him?

But as quickly as the look appeared, it vanished. Replaced by a smile so obviously fake that a frigid unease settled low in her stomach. Anyone who walked by would think their interaction was pleasant, but she felt his hate in the air.

Felt, and feared, it.

“Um,” she licked her lips, hating the nervousness that plagued her. “Yes. I just need to talk to him for a second and—“

“I believe they are training from the roof.” That smile remained, hard and stiff as he released her, allowing her to put space between them. “The Training Master wishes the warriors to learn some of Kozav’s techniques.”