Page 4 of Claiming Sarah

The monitor flashed toSovereign’sinfirmary. The female alien doctor, Ode Hrimp, smiled up at the screen. She had long blue hair and her skin tone was as dark as Silence’s, but her sheen was different. All living Ladrians had a sheen, as though their skin was covered in a pearly coating. Not wet looking, but iridescent. Ode’s sheen shimmered indigo in the light.

“Oh hey, Deacon—Sarah?” Her eyes widened at seeing me there, too. “You’re back?”

I grinned at the woman who’d saved my life after the battle with the corrupt conduits who’d had every intention of murdering me because of the powers I possessed. “I am.”

“Jac will be thrilled to see you. He’s been so mopey since he took you back to Earth.”

I laughed. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve missed him, too.”

Deacon said, “Ode, has he made contact with Volatile?”

“Yes, they are greeting now.”

“As soon as he is able to, please have him contact me,” Deacon said. “We have much to discuss.”

“Clearly,” the doctor said, glancing from Deacon to me. “I’ll let him know.”

“Thank you, Ode.Allegiant, out.”

The monitor was blackened once more.

Deacon turned to face me. “I understand why you would want to see Jac so soon after your return, but you appear to have more than that on your mind.”

Butterflies flipped in my stomach. “I do. Wave said she would unite you and I again, and I am not sure—”

He held up a hand to stop me. “Whenever you want me, whenever you are ready, I will be your companion once more.”

A half grin curved my lips. “Is that what it’s called for male Ladrians? You are companion to my consort?”

He tipped his head to the side, causing his long gray hair to slid over his shoulder. “We did not discuss this before?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Men are companions and women are consorts,” he explained. “Anyone who does not fit into those categories may choose their own titles.”

“Huh.” I considered that for a moment before broaching my idea. “Well, I’m not sure if Ladrian law allows plural unions, but what would you think of Jac beinglegallyin our union? That way he can’t be possessed, either, and—”

Deacon cut me off with a kiss, giving me his answer with that seductive physical assault. His tongue had a map of peculiar nodes on it—larger than taste buds—and they gave his kisses a unique property I enjoyed. Feeling his tongue in my mouth made me think of it going other places, and before I knew it, he had picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

I anchored my arms around his neck and held on, pressing our bodies together. Even though I had not been gone for long, I had forgotten how much hotter his body ran versus humans.Kissing him warmed me up in more ways than one. Our connection was too strong to hold back much longer.

But I managed to pry my lips from his and breathlessly asked, “So, is that a yes? Jac can join us?”

“Moons above, Consort, yes!” he replied enthusiastically.

Deacon walked us back to his fur-covered bed and laid me down, the hunger in his eyes lighting my body on fire. He tossed his tan uniform behind himself, quickly shedding his clothes while I tugged away my wrap dress until it was on the floor, too.

Deacon’s naked body was something to behold—it was like his muscles had their own muscles. Ladrians were meatier than their human counterparts—a twenty-pack, instead of an eight pack, and so on—and I imagined that was why they were so much warmer than us. Whatever the reason, I needed his heat inside of me.

I glanced lower and bit my bottom lip. His cock was in line with the rest of him—larger, thicker, more veins, and hard and ready to fuck. Desire pooled at my core.

He climbed onto the fur with me, skimming his mouth up my legs. My body trembled for him. He held my thighs wide open and stared at my wet pussy before yanking my legs to him, slipping his arms beneath my hips and lifting me up from the bed. He laid down with my pelvis elevated on his enormous hot hands and buried his face against my pussy.

I gasped, and he moaned against me as he tasted me there. “I have missed you, Consort.”

I slid my fingers through his hair and purred in a sultry tone, “I’ve missed you, too, companion.”

He growled and his tongue slid into me, making me suck in a sharp breath and arch my back. Between the nodes on his tongue and their texture, the length, and their pure desire, Ladrian men, in my limited experience, were far better equipped for a woman’s pleasure. He reached my G-spot with his long tongue,making me twitch and jerk, but held me in place against his face. I was helpless to his whims as he stroked inside me. My fists balled against the soft fur he used as a bedspread.

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