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“I will come back to you.” The way he said the words, more than a promise, more than an oath, just more… and that meant everything.
A final warm, wet press of his mouth against my forehead and Daicon sat me on my feet, his footsteps moving away so swiftly the echo couldn’t catch him.
Daicon’s fresh snow-on-pine scent lingered in the air. I could still feel the warmth of his touch and the way his tongue…
Good Lord, what the devil has gotten into me?
Not the devil—Daicon.
Was Gavin looking down on me from the heavens, shaking his head in shame about how wanton I acted? No, Gavin loved me. He would want me to be happy—even if it was with an alien. Even if the attraction I feel for Daicon differed drastically from what I felt for my husband. With Gavin, it was gentle and warm and comforting. Daicon? What I feel for him is wild and uncontrollable, with a need that possesses my body and soul, frightening in intensity.
Sweet Fancy Moses!
Chapter 7
Daicon
A Vaktaire warrior running on open ground is fast. A Vaktaire warrior with his mind on other things, not to mention nursing a hard cock, is not so swift and a little clumsy.
Daisy
Kissing her was as delicious as I imagined. No, it was more delicious than I ever dreamed. The Earth videos made kissing appear pleasurable, awkward sometimes, but ultimately enjoyable. Nothing was awkward about how Daisy's soft body melted against mine. Nothing less than perfect the way our lips fit together and her tongue….
Fuck!
I tripped over a small stone, flailing and faltering momentarily before regaining my balance. While there weren’t any inherent dangers on the moon’s surface—no wild animals, or violent population— even a small rip in the enviro suite could kill me. The suit's fabric was thick and sturdy, woven from threads of our sturdiest metal, yet the sharp edge of a rock might still do damage.
Giezo's surface was sand and rock, but its atmosphere was a combination of acids that reminded me of the gaseous atmosphere of Jupiter in the Milky Way. One touch of the acidic vapors on my thick pelt would cause deadly burns. I needed topay attention to the terrain and the mission at hand and not the beautiful human who awaited my return.
Yeah, good luck with that.
The memory of Daisy's touch was a whisper on my skin. I could still taste her tongue and how she felt in my arms…. It was like she dwelled within me; no matter how far I roamed, she would never be far away.
Why did she affect me this way?
I was no stranger to carnal pleasures. Hell, Tarook, and I nearly got kicked out of warrior training for sneaking off to visit the hedonism ships. But nothing, not even a room full of Natavian triplets, compared to holding Daisy tight against me, feeling her soft, slick tongue rub against mine.
A memory flashed across my brain; stories told in my youth of the Vaktaire mating ritual—the valakana. The way I feel toward Daisy reminds me of the intense draw they say a mated Vaktaire feels toward his mate.
It can’t be that.
Daisy is human. In all my days, I’d never heard of any but a Vaktaire female surviving the valakana. The last communication received from the Bardaga indicated Khaion mated with the human he rescued, but the transmission was broken with static. Surely, I misheard.
The valakana affected one physically, stopping and transmuting one’s heart so that it beats in unison forever with one's mate. The ritual was said to be quite painful and debilitating.
Khaion was most likely finding pleasure with the human female, not unlike what I craved with Daisy. Even if Khaion's mating with Emmy proved true, I recalled the Chieftains female as formidable and stronger than sweet, gentle Daisy.
A batch of menhir appeared through the acidic din. The large upright stones set into a henge by a long-forgotten speciesappeared as a group monsters through the haze. I'd hidden my skiff amid one. This particular menhir wasn’t large, most of the stones barely taller than I stood. Hazy vapors blocked the sun, making the interior as dim as the tunnels below ground.
I wove my way through, mind flickering back to softness and kisses. Maybe my imaging was moot. Daisy's lost her mate on Earth only recently. I could see the pain in her eyes when she mentioned him. She might not be ready to take another into her sheets for some time.
But she kissed me. I'd been too stunned to move when her soft body slammed against mine. Her lips tasted like the sweetest delicacy in the universe. She kissed me, and that meant something. What? I had no clue.
I stepped around the largest stone in the henge, shifting my hard cock into a more comfortable position.
The Aljani guard looked almost as surprised as I felt. He was big as far as Aljani went, clad in the same type of enviro-suit, his pearl horns a hump underneath the helmet. His pale, eyes widened, and he took two stumbling steps backward, blaster lifting from below his shoulder. I reacted without thinking—training and battle honing my instincts. Feinting to the right and drawing the guard’s aim, I spun left, the warmth of his laser blast passing harmlessly over my shoulder.
The guard pulled his aim toward me, but I moved quicker, yanking the blaster from his hand. The thick face mask of the enviro-suite muffled the Aljani's scream, and the acrylic allowed a good view of his face. I noted the absence of a scar before my hand landed at the base of his skull. My sharp claws, always elongated in battle, tore into his enviro-suit, ripping a wide gash.
