Page 37 of Alien Prince’s Fake Bride (The Tentacle Throne #1)
As he lowers himself, his lips capture mine in a kiss that’s all hunger, no hesitation, unlike our first tentative exploration in the dome.
This time we're both completely sure. The Syntrix weaves us together, our energies merge until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
My hands roam his chest, fingers dig into his muscled flesh, feeling the power that saved my life today.
His tendrils move smoothly, one circling my breast, another slipping lower It strokes my pussy with deliberate precision. The pleasure doubles, his sensations echoing in me, a loop that makes my head spin.
“Mareliux,” I whisper, my voice thick, urging him closer.
His cock presses against me, its strange shape stretching me as he enters, slow and careful.
The intrusion is intense, on the edge of too much, but the Syntrix guides us.
My body molds to him, remembering that this is going to feel incredible.
Every ridge and curve fit perfectly, like we were carved for each other.
The connection hums, a pulse that binds us tighter with each thrust.
His movements quicken, deep and steady. Each one sends shocks of pleasure through me, amplified by the tendrils.
One teases my clit, another curls around my neck, possessive and tender.
The jungle fades, the barricade, the dinosaurs, all drowned out by the Syntrix, by us.
I move with him, hips rising, chasing the crescendo building inside. His tendrils flare gold, then crimson.
“Umbra,” he growls, his voice breaking, and I feel his climax building through the Syntrix, pushing me to the edge.
The orgasm hits me like a wave. My body clenches around him as I cry out, but the sound is lost in the jungle’s din. He follows, his release a low roar. His pleasure floods me through our connection and makes my own climax burn brighter, longer, until I’m trembling beneath him.
We collapse, tangled in the blanket, his tendrils draped over me, protective. The fire crackles, the jungle alive around us, but we’re one, bound by the Syntrix, our breaths syncing as the stars peek through the canopy above.
“I love you,” I mutter, so relaxed I'm not even sure if I am actually saying it. If he replies, I don't hear it.
- - -
When I wake up, the jungle is brighter. Mareliux is busy cutting the dead raptor into pieces he can drag out and toss into the woods.
“Did anything happen during the night, Vera?” I ask, scratching my head and yawning as I sit up.
“ A few things,” the AI says cheerfully. “ You had a lot of sex, I think. I was closing my cameras, of course, but I couldn’t help overhearing the ? —”
“Yes, yes,” I cut her off. “I mean, after I fell asleep.”
“ Oh. No, not much happened after that. There was a lot of movement around us, but there were no attacks. There was a blue moon that came up, but I only saw it in glimpses because the leaves are very dense above us. Shall I go into more detail?”
“No need,” I tell her. “Thanks.” I pick one of the fruits up from the ground and carefully bite into it. The juice is tart, but has enough sweetness that I decide it’s fine to eat. I think I’ll need the energy.
Mareliux quickly finishes with the raptor. “The blood inside the pod is still a problem. We may have to make a floor above it until it dries out enough that we can scrape it off.”
I hand him a piece of fruit. “Try this. It should be safe.”
He sits down next to me and bites into the fruit without a second thought. “Yes, we better be careful about eating those emergency rations. We will only use them when I’m bored and need you to entertain me with your Syntrix abilities.”
I focus on a piece of charcoal in the cold heap of ash and lift it over the fire ring. “I’m getting better. Yesterday’s training was good. Especially the last part.” I drop the charcoal and twirl one of Mareliux’s tendrils.
He chuckles. “I did enjoy the training last night. I must confess I’ve never experienced anything quite like that.”
“Me neither. I thought it was common for—” I abruptly stop and stare into the jungle.
“Enemy?” Mareliux asks quickly, his hand going to Bellatriz’s hilt.
“There was movement,” I say softly. “Something big. It looked almost like... a man.”
The prince smoothly stands up without using his arms, a fine display of strength. “Anyone there?” he yells so the leaves tremble. “Show yourself!”
Nothing happens, but the jungle is a fraction more quiet for a moment.
I put my hand on his thick calf. “Probably nothing. Just a shadow.”
He stays up, scanning our surroundings. “In this jungle, a shadow could mean we’re about to be attacked.”
I get up, too. “You want to walk a little? See more of this planet than just the spot where we happened to crash?”
He thinks about it. “Not really. This is our base. I’m much more comfortable surveilling a place from the air than on the ground. Here, we have the pod to hide in if we meet an enemy that we can’t defeat.”
“We may have to,” I point out. “If something goes wrong with the rescue. If the Gladiux isn’t coming. Can we be sure that those Vyrpy can’t take over the ship? There may be many more of them, hiding in other places.”
“We can’t be sure, no. Caret’ax and the squad may all be dead.
And even if they’re not, the Gladiux was in its faster-than-light travel mode when we ejected.
It may be impossible for them to know exactly where in space that happened.
The ship travels very far in only a heartbeat.
I’m honestly astonished that you and I found ourselves ejected in the same solar system, much less crashing on the same planet.
And this close!” He points to his own pod, barely visible beyond the trees.
“It shouldn’t be possible, even with the AI trying to do it.
The pod had nowhere near enough power for that. ”
“ Syntrix,” Bellatriz says. “ Your pods were pulled together by the Syntrix while in space. Can you guess why, Mareliux? Starts with ’soul’.”