Zaureth: A SciFi Alien Romance (Enigma Series Book 4) (11 page)

Chapter Twenty-One

Zaureth stared into Amy’s light blue eyes, grateful that she couldn’t see the tears swimming in his own.

Her words had caught him off guard, creating an emotion he was powerless to hold inside.

She loved him.

Energy hummed so strongly inside him, he felt reckless, out of control.

She loves me.

His gaze dropped to her incredibly wet sex, open and waiting for him. No other had ever touched her. She belonged only to him.

Amy lifted her hips. “Take me.”

A growl rose up in Zaureth’s throat. A primal sound full of possessive need. He reached down and gripped her knees before draping them over his forearms and pulling her forward.

He leaned forward, resting his palms on the bed for support and bent her legs at an angle that opened her wider for him.

The tip of his shaft came to rest against her opening. He could feel her heat, the wet, silky lips of her swollen sex.

Zaureth’s lips peeled back over his teeth as he pressed forward, straining to get past her entrance.

She raised her hips, pulling him in a little deeper.

Zaureth nearly spilled his seed.

“Do not move,” he ground out, fighting the urge to thrust.

He pressed in another inch and came up against the evidence of her innocence.

Zaureth pulled back slightly before pushing forward once again, stopping at the barrier of her virginity.

“I am sorry,” he brokenly whispered, thrusting through the membrane with a flex of his hips.

The cry that came from Amy tore at Zaureth’s heart. He released her legs and cupped her face.

“Amy?”

Her breath came out in a shudder. “Is that all of it?”

Zaureth rested his forehead against hers. “No. But I will stop.” He had no idea how he was going to pull out of her, but he’d rather suffer than cause her anymore pain.

He moved to withdraw, but Amy wrapped her legs around his waist, preventing him from leaving.

“The pain is bearable, Zaureth. I can take it.” Her legs tightened around him.

Zaureth gritted his teeth and slid deeper inside her hot depths. His eyes rolled back in his head as he penetrated her as far as her body would allow. “Am I hurting you?”

“Please don’t stop,” Amy moaned, her soft, accepting body squeezing him to the point of near pain.

He pulled back slightly before sinking into her once more, the pleasure so intense he repeated the process.

Zaureth had never imagined that being inside Amy would feel as incredible as it did in that moment.

The sounds coming from Amy were not the sounds of pain, but pleasure.

Zaureth straightened and dropped his gaze to the place their bodies were connected. The sight of his shaft buried deeply inside her snug sex pushed him over the edge.

With a growl of surrender, Zaureth began to pump his hips, thrusting into her with slow, deliberate movements.

Amy’s head arched back and her legs tightened around his ass. She ground against him, matching him stroke for stroke.

“Zaureth,” she cried, reaching for him.

Covering her body with his, Zaureth kept his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her and drove into her sweet depths.

Fire raced up his back, igniting the energy he fought so hard to control.

His body began to hum with power, exiting through his limbs, his eyes, his driving shaft.

Amy cried out, her body bowing beneath him, her sex contracting around him.

Zaureth lost control. He could feel her orgasm rolling through her, creating a heat around his pulsing erection that shattered his will to hold back.

With a snarl of surrender, Zaureth straightened, wrapping his arms around her thighs and jerking back to the edge of the bed.

He thrust into her with short, quick bursts, unable to look away from her beautiful face.

“Amy!” he roared, his seed rushing from him to explode inside her welcoming body.

Zaureth continued to climax, unable to stop, unable to slow the shuddering in his limbs.

He had no control of his mind or body. Without slowing, he reached down and raked his thumb over her tiny, swollen bundle of nerves.

Amy’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Her back bowed off the bed, and another orgasm ripped through her without warning.

Zaureth could feel her emotions, her desperation. Her vaginal walls continued to contract, gripping him in a hold that forced more of his seed from his body.

Minutes passed before Zaureth stopped shaking. He gently eased from her tight depths to stare in horror at the amount of blood staining her thighs.

“There is too much blood,” he growled, staggering to the bathroom to grab a towel. “How badly do you hurt?”

Amy rose up onto her elbows. “I’m pretty sure there’s supposed to be blood, Zaureth.”

“Not that amount,” he stated, rushing back to her side. “Open your thighs.”

Zaureth could feel more than see Amy’s blush, but she did as he asked.

Pressing the towel against her, Zaureth held pressure on it for several minutes before replacing the cloth with his palm.

He called upon the healing energy inside him, forcing it through his fingertips and into her.

“I should not have entered you as quickly as I did,” Zaureth growled, angry with himself. “It pains me that I have hurt you.”

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” Amy whispered, tears evident in her voice.

Zaureth removed his hand from the juncture of her thighs and scooped her up. He gently laid her in the center of the bed and crawled in next to her before pulling her against him with her head on his shoulder. “I cannot begin to describe what I am feeling.”

“You don’t have to. I feel it too.”

“I have never felt this way before, Amy. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another.” And he meant it. The thought of not being with her every minute of every day was more than Zaureth could bear.

“I love you too,” Amy confessed, turning to touch her lips to his chest. “So much it makes my heart ache.”

Zaureth could feel his shaft pulsing with the need to take her once more.

“Take me again,” Amy murmured, coasting her thigh up his leg.

Zaureth gritted his teeth to keep from flipping her over and thrusting into her waiting heat. “It is too soon, little one. I will hurt you if I enter you now.”

Amy’s hand slipped down his stomach to encircle his throbbing erection. “Then I will pleasure you.”

Zaureth’s eyes slid shut as her small fist slid up his length to gently squeeze the tip. She ran her thumb over the tiny slit at the head of his shaft, and Zaureth was lost.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amy awoke to the sound of the shower running. She stretched her arms over her head, wincing at the tenderness between her thighs.

She’d teased Zaureth until he’d taken her once more. Not that she regretted it; she wanted him again.

Amy threw the covers back and felt her way to the bathroom. She opened the shower curtain and stepped inside with Zaureth.

He immediately opened his mind to her, bringing light to her otherwise dark existence.

“How are you feeling?” He bent and brushed a kiss across her lips.

Amy could see her own nakedness through Zaureth’s eyes, could feel the desire he felt as he stared down at her. “I’m in heaven, if that answers your question.”

“You are not sore from our coupling?”

“A little,” Amy confessed, knowing he would be able to read a lie if she spoke one. “But it’s not as painful as I thought it would be. I want you again.”

Zaureth reached down and cupped her face. “I will not take you again so soon.”

Amy covered his hands with hers. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. I want to learn all the different ways to please you.”

“You please me by breathing, sweet one.”

Releasing her face, Zaureth lowered to his knees before her. “I want to wed with you in your human custom.”

Amy’s heart skipped a beat. “You want to marry me?”

“Yes,” Zaureth rasped, wrapping his arms around her waist. “As well as mate with you, the Bracadyte way.”

Tears filled Amy’s eyes. She lifted trembling hands to his face, running her fingers along his cheeks. “I would be honored to be your wife, your lover…your mate.”

Zaureth crushed her to him, burying his lips against her neck. “I will speak with Oz about the details. We are to meet with him in the gym in half an hour.”

Amy returned Zaureth’s hug before coasting her hands up his sides. “What is this?” The grooves along his ribs were prominent.

Zaureth hesitated. “They are called gills.”

Running her fingertips over each one, Amy leaned in and touched her lips to one. “I’d been told that you have these.” She kissed another one. “As well as the barbs. Will you show them to me?”

Lifting his wrists, Zaureth held completely still as Amy studied the slightly darker shade of skin.

She reached for it. “That is a barb?”

“Do not touch it,” Zaureth rasped, taking a step back. “It contains venom that is dangerous to humans.”

Amy tilted her head. “So, if I accidentally touch one, I could become sick?”

“No,” Zaureth assured her. “They can only harm you when they are erect. The barbs are strictly for self-defense and a way to obtain food.”

“Thank you for showing me.” Amy stood on tiptoe and kissed Zaureth’s chest before stepping under the warm spray of the water.

The feel of Zaureth soaping up her body surprised her. “You don’t have to bathe me,” she teased, enjoying his soft touch.

His hand slid between her thighs. “But I want to.”

Amy moaned as Zaureth gently cleansed her feminine parts, tenderly brushing his fingers against her over sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Zaureth…”

“It is too soon,” he rumbled, removing his hands from her center. “Once you have healed, I will stay inside you, day and night. You will grow tired of my attention.”

He rose to his feet. “Turn around so that I might wash your hair.”

Amy did as he instructed, instantly missing his hands on her body. And then his fingers were lathering her hair.

“Oh my God, that feels so good,” Amy groaned, her head instinctively falling forward.

Zaureth chuckled. “Your head is sensitive as well.”

“You have no idea. I would pay to have someone brush it for me daily.”

“I would be honored to brush your hair,” Zaureth rumbled in a deep voice. “Every day for the rest of my life.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Helping her rinse, Zaureth shut off the water, stepped from the shower, and wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel. “Would you like for me to retrieve your clothes?”

Amy smiled. “I can dress myself. I’m just going to brush my teeth. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Zaureth kissed the top of her head and left the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him.

Amy leaned against the sink and blew out a shuddering breath. She had never been one to wallow in self-pity, but she’d resigned herself, years ago, to being alone.

In all her life, Amy never would have imagined herself where she was today, not only in love and about to be married, but in love with a giant creature from the depths of the gulf. A Bracadyte, a healer…an anomaly.

She spent the next few minutes brushing her teeth and drying some of the water from her hair before opening the bathroom door.

“I never imagined you either,” Zaureth quietly confessed, standing in the open doorway.

He gently took hold of her hand and led her across the room to the bed.

“Are you certain that I cannot help you to dress?”

Amy relented with a chuckle. “Okay. I’ll have to wear what I had on yesterday. All of my things were destroyed in the explosion.”

A growl rumbled deep in Zaureth’s chest. “I will see that you have everything you need before we leave for Aukrabah.”

“All I need is you,” Amy assured him. “And maybe something to cover my tush.”

Zaureth grew quiet for a moment. “I am not familiar with the meaning of
tush
.”

“My rear. Bottom. Behind.”

A deep laugh erupted from Zaureth. “You will always have a covering for your tush. Otherwise, I would be forced to slay every male in Aukrabah.”

Amy laughed as well. “We can’t have that.”

Once Zaureth finished helping Amy dress, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, slipped on her shoes, and allowed him to guide her toward the door. “Did Oz say why he wants us to meet him in the gym?”

“He did not,” Zaureth answered, opening the door. “But his adamant tone suggested it was important.”

Amy sighed. “I wish everything would calm, and life could go back to normal.”

Zaureth led her into the hall. “I fear that normal has become a thing of the past.”