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  She is so light. I could carry her on my back for hours and not even feel a twinge of tension.

  Up ahead, the woods open into a small oasis of flowers, a narrow stream and plush green grass, as lovely as our village is. Unfortunately, it only looks this way during this season that the humans refer to as spring. During the hot, dry month, it dries here and looks as dusty as the rest of the planet.

  I stand still as Vee gazes around in wonder. “It’s so pretty.”

  “Then this will be our place,” I murmur. “We will come here every year it blooms.”

  She looks shyly at me. “I’d like that.”

  It is a good memory for her and me to have together. “Then it is my new favorite spot,” I say gallantly. “Our moonshine spot.”

  As soon as her full lip twitches, I realize I must have gotten the term wrong.

  “Honeymoon, baby. Our honeymoon spot.”

  Drat. I place her on her feet on a thick pad of soft grass. Her toes curl into it.

  I twist her way as I straighten and reach for the armbands to remove my knives. Then I move to the straps across my back that carry a sword and larger knives. Her eyes follow my abs as she licks her lips. Vee always talks about my abs, which are the cuts of muscle low on my stomach. I decide to tease her since she seems to be staring there. “Did you forget how to undress?”

  “I think I’d just like to watch you,” she admits and my heart pounds. I love that she is as enthralled with me as I am with her. So I put on a show, pulling off each weapon one by one. Moving slowly. Each armband. My moccasins. Next, I work the ties of my loincloth. She stills to watch carefully, and my excitement mounts. Suddenly I drop it onto the ground.

  Her eyes were riveted on the tented leather, and they widen slightly when I expose my aching cock. Blood pounds in the erection, making my cock rings swell with increased sensitivity.

  The small human females are enamored with cock rings. Apparently it is a feature human males do not have. The rings are highly sensitive, and when Valencia’s tiny fingers play with them, it is enough to bring a full grown Blaedonian to his knees.

  Valencia’s fingers shake slightly as she unties the gatherings of her leather halter, spreading it apart while keeping her gaze locked on me. Her breasts aren’t exposed yet, because they are so large she has to wear a band called a bra to keep them in place. But the halter comes off and she peels off the bra by pulling on the ends behind her. It falls from her, and her beautiful macciacas bound forth.

  The view is stunning, so exotic I can’t look away.

  Valencia standing in nothing more than a tiny skirt, cut temptingly up one side, is too captivating to miss. Tanned golden skin, those beautiful breasts, hard tipped brown nipples make me swallow as she wriggles her luscious ass, reaches up underneath her skirt and eases out the tiniest string of fabric that covers her sex down her legs.

  She is perfection. She tugs the waist of her skirt and it comes down. The material just drops to her ankles and she steps away from it. I growl softly at her as my gaze strays down her body. This must be how she felt when I exposed myself for her.

  I stalk much closer to her, until only inches separate us.

  I lean down to her ear to whisper. “You take my breath away.”

  Her hands reach for my waist. I cover them with my own, feeling the soft skin underneath my palms, and tug her along with me. I lower to my knees, still holding her hands. Valencia drops to her knees on the plush grass.

  I release her hands to touch her body. She is soft and warm and trembles. She gasps when I pin her down flat with me half over her. I lower until our mouths nearly touch.

  “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.” My voice is deeper than usual. “I always try to remember how small you are. I don’t want to hurt you.” I also remember how terrified she was when she first came from the ship. How she didn’t know a lick of anyone’s language and thought she was in a continual nightmare.

  Her hands cup my face. “I want you, too. You’re always gentle. I’ll never get hurt by you. Let loose a little and don’t worry about it.”

  “How badly do you want me?”

  “You’re mine,” she whispers, and I know exactly how she feels. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I do you,” she continues. “Not on Earth. Definitely not here.”

  “I’ll be careful with you,” I say.

  “You don’t have to. I ache for you.”

  I cannot believe my luck. I lower my mouth to hers to end any further conversation between us, and I show her how much I love her with my lips and tongue. Her passion grows higher, I can tell from her moans. Her fingers frantically explore every inch of my chest she can reach. They caress my skin with fervent little touches that sent curls of lust shooting down to my throbbing cock.

  As I lift one of my legs, she spreads hers to make room for me as I slide it between them. Her back arches to press more firmly against me, skin to skin. It’s almost too much and I need this small, sexy woman. I snarl and pull my mouth away as we stare at each other and both pant. My palms flatten on the grass as I loosen my fingers, as they had been clenched in the thick blanket of green.

  I find her watching me, so I hold her gaze. “I need you.”

  Valencia wiggles enough to rise, bracing her bent elbows behind her. “Show me.”

  Desire swims throughout me, and I narrow my eyes. My cock throbs. Her gaze lowers to watch intently as my cock grows even harder. She inhales a sharp gasp when she notices just how much I want her. Then I bend, blocking her view of my cock, and her eyes fly back up to my face. Her lips part as if she’s forgotten to breathe.

  “Oh, wow. I’m always impressed by the size of that beauty.”

  I look down at it just as her small hand wraps around me. My shaft is thick and long and the tip of my cock curves a little upward with a fuller mushroom tip. The head is so dark it is almost purple compared to the rest of the blue. My cock rings are so swollen they look painful, but it is a delicious ecstasy as she works them.

  Too much so. When a thumb reaches out to gather the moisture at the head and bring to her lips, I almost lose it.

  So I scoot down and drop to my knees. I reach out and clutch at her ankle and lift, spreading her thighs wider. Her cunt is deliciously spread open, like the petals of a flower. She squirms, and I tighten my hold on her to keep her thighs wide.

  Then I let go of her leg and bend over until my face is right above her spread cunt. “I like this a lot.” I inhale and groan at the tantalizing musk. “So good.”

  One of my hands that grips her inner thigh trembles. I use my calloused fingertip to caress the soft skin, making her shiver.

  “I want to taste you, but I want inside you just as bad,” I confess. “Which shall I do first, my love? You’re so wet and ready for me.” To prove this, I drag my finger through her slick folds, testing the moisture. It’s thick and plentiful. Valencia falls back and lifts her arms to reach for me. “As good as that sounds, I just want you right now. Your cock. Thick and deep.” Her voice is full of tension.

  I crawl over her and lower my much larger body to cover her. My hot, thick cock presses against her inner thigh. Again, I seek her mouth with mine. I taste her, licking her lips, sucking her tongue, kissing her with all I have inside me. She lifts her legs to wrap around my waist. Her hips wiggle, trying to urge me on and she moans when I raise my body a little higher until the length of my cock presses against the seam of her cunt. I rock my hips to rub the length of my cock against her swollen cunt.

  Her hands grip my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin. “Please,” she pleads, and I don’t think she knows exactly what she is begging for.

  Burrowing against her neck, I press hot, wet kisses on her throat, which she bares for me. She is especially sensitive here. I know what else will drive my small mate crazy. The feel of the sharp points of my fangs scraping against her skin, and she shivers with need. I smile against her throat. Then I spread my thighs, forcing hers wider
apart and roll my hips in a way that makes my cock press tighter against her. She begins to thrust wildly, trying to get my cock to dip into her. She gets close, because she’s so wet and my cock has a mind of its own.

  With a shudder, I pull away at the last second.

  “Fuck me,” she demands.

  I stop kissing her neck to growl. “Easy. I am going to love you properly.”

  “Fuck that. Take me now.” My body burns for her and I can tell she is so close to climaxing. Her body screams for release and out here in the open? She will scream, too.

  She turns her head to stare into my eyes. Very slowly I angle my hips until the broad head of my cock presses against the entrance of her cunt.

  “Yes,” she urges.

  My eyes close in ecstasy as I press into her. Her body resists taking me at first, but she rolls her hips slowly until my cock eases through to the first ring. Vee’s lips part, a look of relief tensing her features, and she moans as I slowly enter further. She is so wet it helps ease me inside and the pleasure of reaching her depths is exquisite.

  “Oh god,” she moans.

  “Tell me if I hurt you,” I grit out. “You’re so tight.”

  She rolls her hips again and wraps her legs tighter around my waist as she adjusts them until her heels press into my ass. She uses them to pull herself tighter against me and my cock sinks deeper into her warm, wet bliss.

  “You feel so good,” I groan. My arms pin her underneath me where I brace my weight with my elbows. My fingers curve under her shoulders to grip her. Slowly I withdraw a little and slide back in, making her take more of me. She can’t look away from my eyes staring into hers. Neither of us breaks contact as I slowly fuck her.

  “Faster,” she urges, once I fully work my entire cock into her pussy. “Please?”

  I lower my head to kiss her but she turns her head to the side to bare her throat instead. I know what she wants, so I scrape my fangs along the tender skin there. It is one of her weaknesses.

  “It’s too good. I’m going to come.”

  Since my mouth is already at her throat, I begin to kiss her there as I move faster, my body pinning her down. My muscles ripple with tension and her hands flutter over my back. Inside her, I hit a spot that makes her cry out and her nails dig into my back. My hips buck rapidly, fucking her hard and fast. Vee throws back her head and cries out in pleasure, as if the climax is brutal as it spreads through her body. Her vaginal muscles clamp down hard on my driving cock, squeezing me mercilessly from the intensity. It makes me come hard, my seed heating as it shoots inside her. I roar against her throat, the orgasm ripping through my entire body. My liquid fills her as my hips slow to sharp, short jerks, my cock still buried deep inside her.

  My cock rings force me to vibrate, shocking in the intensity after we both just came. Another climax hits Valencia, and she lifts her head to muffle the scream she can’t hold back. She bites my bicep, her smooth flat teeth biting against my skin.

  My weight pushes her back flat as she spirals through her second orgasm. I pant against her skin when I finally stop fucking her and let her ride out my vibrations. Valencia eases her grip and loosens the hold of her legs, which were still wrapped around my hips, as her body begins to recover and relax. A sense of deep satisfaction fills me at being here, outside, with my mate.

  The sounds of the woods penetrate finally. The stream bubbles and the birds sing in the distance.

  Valencia opens her eyes and she stares through the branches full of leaves at the pretty pink sky. She loves to look at the clouds. I haven’t moved off her and our bodies are still joined. I know she can breathe fine but my weight is heavy enough to keep her exactly where I want her. Underneath me.

  She’s not bothering to try to free herself, though. My cock is still hard and big inside her. I brush my lips across her skin.

  “Did I hurt you?” I recall being a little rough.

  A smile curves her lips. “Never. That was amazing.” Her hands move, roaming down my back, as if she loves feeling my skin. Her hands trail down to the curve of my ass before making their way upward to finger my hair, then massaging my scalp.

  “That feels good.”

  “One day I’ll give you a full body massage. I love to touch you.”

  “You can do that as much as you like, anywhere on me.” I lift my head to look down at her.

  She looks into my eyes, and the love shines through the golden depths of hers. They are so stunning. I feel as if I could stare into them forever. Tenderly I brush the hair off the side of her face. “You are so beautiful right now. Your lips are swollen from my kisses and your eyes are such a pretty shade of gold. They almost glow against your dark hair and lashes.”

  She grins. “You’re the beautiful one. Trust me. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

  “We are in agreement then. We are the best looking couple on the planet. Let’s clean up in the creek and head back to the cave,” I murmur. “Before they start searching for us.”

  She snorts. “More than likely they want the spot for their own rendezvous.”

  Chapter Five

  Valencia:

  When the group finally settles in a cave, it’s a larger one. I’m glad, because sometimes the caves are rather small and we’re packed inside like sardines. It doesn’t matter so much for Blaedonians, who are very open-minded. For the humans, however, it’s opposite. All night you can hear the sounds of some of the humans who slap away the wandering hands of their mates. Or, you hear the sounds of those who don’t.

  The men have hunted and are cooking the meat outdoors. The women have already cleaned out the cave and we’re sitting outside around the fire, watching the guys. As the chunks of meat and vegetables finish, plates are passed around the circle so we can eat as we visit. We have to enjoy the outdoor time, because it’ll soon be dark and we’ll be holed up inside until morning. Tomorrow is important because Atareek has let Rayhaan know that we will break away to search for medical supplies, and will meet up with the rest later.

  “Was midwifery a family business?” Lucie asks me.

  “No. But my great-great grandmother was a curandera during the Mexican Revolution.”

  “Is that a midwife?”

  “Not exactly. A curandera is a person that heals and uses folk remedies. Her name was Remedios, which is taken from Nuestra Señora de los Remedios, meaning our Lady of the Remedies. It's taken as a promise to the Virgin Mary to relieve suffering and pain; ironic, isn’t it?”

  “Go on,” Tessa says, eyes huge.

  “So one day the men are out fighting, and the women are out at the river washing clothes. Remedios was gathering herbs when a lone Apache hunter arrives.” I pause for effect, and notice the barbarians look confused. “An Apache hunter was…kind of like you guys. Not blue, of course. But their time has come and gone now. Anyway, they instilled fear back then, because they looked harsh and vicious. Mostly it was a lack of communication, because we didn’t know their language and they didn’t know ours. But back to the story, the hunter ties her up and puts a blindfold on her. Remedios was terrified, of course. He takes her to some caves, where the Apaches were living. Poor thing, she didn’t understand a word.” I realize suddenly, this was me, when we landed on this planet. “And then she found out the reason why they’d taken her. There was an Apache woman in labor. Remedios figured she was the chief’s wife, and he had dispatched the hunter to get her. It was a difficult delivery, but it all came about. A few days later, the hunter pays her with a bag full of gold coins. He blindfolds her, and in the middle of the night, dumps her back at her village. It was amazing at the time. Everyone had thought she was dead with the way she disappeared, leaving only a handkerchief behind.”

  “Ohmigosh, that sounds amazing. So is that what you wanted to be when you grew up?” Lucie asks.

  “Not exactly. In fact, I was told the story later.” I smile for the rest of the story. “It turns out the hunter was actually the chief. He couldn’t g
et Remedios out of his head, and watched her from afar for the rest of that year. Soon he began to approach her again, always wary, thinking she’d be terrified after her first abduction. But he was encouraged that she spent more and more time out away from the village gathering herbs, as if she waited for him to return. It was said that she always went about with her head halfway in the clouds.” To Atareek, I say, “That means she was daydreaming. She had a hidden lover. Obviously.” I turn back to the rest. “And one day, Remedios disappeared with the Apache warrior. His name was Mangas. She was a little worried when she found out he was the chief, and that she’d delivered his child. But the pregnant woman had been his sister. He did not want to lose her, especially since she was his last living relative with all the battles they’d had against the white man. Desperate to keep his sister alive, he’d heard of Remedios’s healing skills and had kidnapped her. He was so impressed with her that he fell in love.”

  “So you are also Apache?” Tessa asked, and squints at me. “Oh, wow. Now I can see it.”

  I smile at her. Many Mexicans are mixed, as I’m sure many Americans are.

  “Yes, I am Apache and Mexican. My mother’s life was much sadder than the exciting life of my great-great grandmother, I’m afraid. She was more of a recluse, partly because she looked mainly Apache, and partly because she fell in love with a Mexican man who had a wandering…lust. He came around my mother long enough to make her pregnant, and then left her living in squalor while he went off to sow his oats.” I wink at Atareek, another slang term for him to slaughter. I see his eyes light up and he silently mouths the term. “The second time he left her, we were so poor that improper nutrition caused a miscarriage. The third time, she carried the baby to term, but then was too weak during labor to deliver safely. She and the baby died, and I was taken in by the midwife for training. She treated me as her own, with only the promise that I will train another the same way I myself was trained by her.” The fire cackles and pops with the end of my story, and it sounds as if I planned it. I smile triumphantly, but the barbarians look at me warily. It gives me a giggle.