[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, shape-shifters, HEA]
Val Braeden is a seasoned Xihirian soldier hardened by the Realmist wars. He discovers his true mate while on his latest rescue mission. A lovely Tallusian woman’s touch awakens him as no other.
While escaping the war-torn Tallusian capital, the Realmist take down Val’s spacedisk. He crashes into the Tallusian forest. There Zalora Zimbali and Val are determined to survive the wilds of Tallusia. Sparks fly, lighting a flame within them both. Their passion heats the Tallusian nights, binding them together forever.
Clitax Tomron is bent on revenge—he’s determined to avenge his father’s death. Tomron strikes close to Val’s heart, taking his family hostage. Only one thing stands in Tomron’s way, the power of a beautiful Tallusian princess. Zalora wants peace and to put an end to these terrorists. She risks everything to save those she feels responsible for and the man of her dreams.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Running through the ruins of her beloved city was like living a nightmare. The moon’s illumination enabled her to see outlines of the fallen buildings. The scene was eerie and bleak. This wasn’t terrorism. This was out-and-out attempted annihilation. First, the planet Gerial and now her world were victims of utter devastation. These Realmist were seeking to rid the universe of all others who were not like them. It was a blessing they had not irradiated them or at least not yet. But radiation would make Tallusia useless to them. “There has to be a reason for this. Hatred or prejudice couldn’t have caused this.” She pressed herself closer to him as he took a leap over what looked to be a body. No building was untouched. Most were in ruins. Either by now survivors had been rescued or this rubble was their tomb. A stench rose, confirming the latter for a large number of victims. “My home’s gone.” She clung to his warm, firm body.
This man was a true athlete, full of grace and unmistakable skill. He ran with ease. It amazed her. She realized he was her savior from an otherwise disastrous end. “Thank you.” She patted his chest where she clung to him. “Thank you.” Tears ran down her face. She wiped her face on his uniform. “Sorry I’m making your uniform wet.” He did not comment. She did not expect him to. His full concentration was on getting them to his ship, keeping a lookout for dangers. He ran swiftly while he held his weapon. On a few occasions, he jumped over hurdles of debris, landing smoothly, not breaking his gait. Zalora realized he was not the kind of man she was accustomed to interacting with. He was much more. No wonder these Earthen humans feared Xihirians. For Realmist, their fear had turned to hatred. Val slowed. “Are you tired?”
“No, it’s too slick to run now. I’m afraid I may fall. I don’t want to fall with you on my back. So I’ll have to walk fast for now. I believe we’re almost there.”
“How did you remember the way?”
“I paid attention.”
“I’m glad you did.” She hugged him tighter. He continued to walk at a quick tempo. Zalora closed her eyes. It was just easier to block out everything. Her anxiety ate at her stomach.
“We’ve arrived. It looks like others have been here, too. But I can’t sense anyone now.” Zalora opened her eyes.
“Have they messed with your ship?”
“No or they would have been shocked, literally.” Val tapped his communicator button. A low electronic buzz hummed. “Now we can touch it. I want you to hang my rifle over your shoulder.” He handed it to her.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s on safety.” He waited for her to do as instructed. He walked around to the other side of his ship. He was all business in every stride. His ship was black, sleek, and about two stories high. An electronic ladder came down to greet them. Before she realized, they were almost to the top of his ship. Again, he moved with inhuman speed and skill. Out of fear for heights, she gripped him tighter, and her nails dug into him. The cockpit opened. He helped her off his back then took his weapon from her. “Get into your seat and buckle in.” His tone was brisk as he pointed to her passenger seat.
Carefully she stretched her leg out toward the cockpit to get into her area. He held her arm to help her. Overcome with emotions, she paused just before she climbed in. Impulsively, she leaned into him, kissing him. Amazingly, he tasted delicious, scrumptious, making her want more. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself against him as if offering herself. All common sense fled her brain.
Val astonished her with his intense response. He growled in her mouth. She felt dizzy. She’d intended her kiss to be brief and sweet, a nice thank-you of sorts. It had not come off sweet. Val had not reacted to it as a sweet thank-you either. Instantly, his business-like demeanor evaporated. It seemed to fall off him as he kissed her harder, passionately. His large hands cupped her soft bottom, squeezing it. He pressed her into his hardness. She offered no resistance.
He sighed as her hand caressed his abdominal muscles, stopping just before she neared his jutting penis. In response to her stroking him, he touched her breasts. Still covered by her work shirt, her nipples stood at attention. Tenderly he rubbed one nipple then the other. She sucked in air, but did not push him away. He continued to touch her, becoming bolder. Her small hand rested on his abdomen as he fondled her. Leaning toward her, he took her mouth with his.
“Umm.” She greedily tasted him, answering his kiss with one of her own. Desire ripped up his spine, making him dazed. His cock ached. Lightly he pushed his cock against her stomach, cupping her breasts while he ran his thumbs over her each erect nipple. His hips pumped against her. She moved with him. All the while, they passionately kissed. Zalora trailed her hand along his bicep up to his neck. She caressed the side of his face. While playing with his hair, she continued to kiss him. Her touch made him groan. He pulled away, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. She helped him pull it over her head. Underneath, a lovely sheer-laced undershirt covered her, outlining her stunning breasts. “You’re beautiful.” His hands pushed the plump globes together. He kissed her face and neck. Then he pushed her fully to her back as his mouth made its way to one of her nipples. Val laved kisses all over her breasts. A new urgency overtook him. He felt his canine teeth fully come down.
He took one of her nipples in his mouth, gently sucking, careful not to hurt her with his sharp teeth. Zalora pressed against him, moaning. Pausing, he took hold of her sheer undergarment, pulling it off, too. Her breasts bounced completely free. “You’re so nice. I want you.” He kissed her valley between her breasts. “So nice.” His large hands pressed her breasts, pushing them together toward his face. He continued to kiss her breasts and neck, making his way to her mouth. Her hips moved against him in a dance he wanted to finish with her.
“I want you.” Zalora nipped his earlobe. She’d spoken so softly, even with his extraordinary hearing, he almost missed what she’d said. He moved fully onto her, pushing her legs open to accommodate him. Sweat rolled down his back as he struggled to control his enthusiasm. Noticing her hesitation, he kissed her again.
“You want me?” He kissed her ear. She wrapped her arms around him, sighing near his ear. He could smell her need. It made him lightheaded. “You smell so nice.” Her pussy was damp. She pressed it against him, making him wet from her juices. Moving his hips, he positioned his cock at her entrance. To his surprise, she pressed her thighs together. He fought back his momentary aggression to plunge into her. He kissed her neck under her hair, rocking against her. “Zalora, open for me.” He nipped her neck. Zalora sighed, stroking his back.
Again he moved, lightly pushing against her wet pussy, but she tensed beneath him. Then he realized why she hesitated. “Zalora, haven’t you done this before?” He looked down at her. She shook her head. Her eyes were bright. Innocence looked back up at him. “Do you want to mate with me?” He could barely speak, but he knew she was uncertain. “I want you. But I want you to be willing.” His beast wanted to take her hard, push deep, hard, making her his, now. He tensed his buttocks and his legs, mustering his control from the depths of his core. Zalora reached between them, taking his cock in her hand. She pumped her hand up and down his stiffness.
“You’re so big.” Purple eyes looked up into his. “It’s going to hurt me, it’s so big.” She squeezed him lightly with her hand. “Isn’t it?”
“Oh…oh, you feel so good.” He shuddered. He kissed her behind her ear. His movements were not as gentle as he had wanted to be. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He moved to lie fully upon her, burying his head in her hair. Her hand became trapped between them.
“Yes.” He moved his hips against her.
“You make a lot of promises to me.” She pushed up into him. “Your penis is so smooth and hard.” She caressed his cock, rubbing her hand up and down, then she gently stroked the damp tip. Shivering, he turned his head to kiss her. Raising his hips up, he positioned himself again over her entrance. This time with her hand, she guided his cock’s tip into her vaginal opening. Val pressed into to her, determined not to relent. She relaxed, allowing him, inviting him to penetrate her. Then again, she tensed. He stopped, caressing her hair back from her face.
“What’s wrong?” He kissed under her ear again, running his tongue over her lobe.
“That tickles.” She giggled, relaxing again. Taking the opportunity, he pushed harder into her. She cried out as he buried his cock to its hilt. She’d been a virgin, tight, narrow, and he broke her skin, which proclaimed her innocence. When fully seated within her, he froze to gaze down at her. Tears gathered in her eyes.
“I’m sorry for hurting you. They’ll be no more pain. Only pleasure.” He kissed a tear as it rolled down her cheek. Wrapping his arms under her, he pulled her against him as he began to move his hips. He moved his hips rhythmically, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy. She was exceptionally wet, evidence of her desire for him. There was a sucking sound as he moved within her. Her thighs were moist, coated with her wetness. Zalora moaned, squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. He watched her expression change to one of pure pleasure. She fully relaxed, accepting him completely inside her.