Page 85 of Alien Prince’s Fake Bride (The Tentacle Throne #1)

Mareliux prowls over to the middle of the floor, bulge growing.

He’s left Bellatriz in our cabin, seeing no need to carry a sword now that the Gladiux has been searched through many times.

And right now, nobody else can come into this special room.

“Ah. Yes, you need that special treatment, don’t you?

I’ll see what I can do.” He sits down next to me and arranges the cushions in a way that suits him.

“We’re just inside the barrier now. I’ll signal Bellatriz when the time is right, and then she will take us past it. ”

“I hope she will get the timing just as perfect as last time,” I tell him as I reach out to lazily grab a tendril. I really like the way they feel. “That was an intense experience, although I didn’t know that it was the Syntrix. This time could get even better.”

He scoots closer to me and places a hand on my chest, which is barely covered by a lacy bra. My jumpsuit is in a heap on the floor ten feet away. “It does keep getting better,” he agrees. “Imagine how good it will be in a few months. Actually, don’t try to imagine. I know I can’t.”

I playfully twirl two of his tendrils together. “Fine. Anyway, I may have a clue to Ashlynn and where she might be. It’s a small chance, but worth looking into.”

He lifts his perfect, golden eyebrows, red eyes glittering. “Really? Where?”

I let go of his tendrils and slide my hand down his front, into his pants. “It’s a long story, and I’m too impatient to tell you now. Let’s just say that it’s important to pose the right question to the right person. That was all it took.”

Mareliux easily unsnaps my bra as if he’s never done anything but loosen Earth women’s underwear. “You’re being mysterious. But I can tell you’re ready to get ready to get through the barrier.”

My hand finds his hard, alien manhood under his pants. “And so are you.”

He frowns as if surprised. “Am I? Can you show me?”

I loosen his pants and unceremoniously pull his hard cock out of them. “This is my proof. Good enough?”

He pulls my panties off, with me helpfully lifting my hips, and immediately five of his tendrils start caressing me all over, while the sixth circles my lower stomach.

He leans down to kiss me deeply, a hungry, searching motion.

The five tendrils continue their exploration, creating a dizzying, exquisite web of sensation across my skin.

It makes me gasp against his lips, my own hands now tracing the golden threads on his impossibly hard chest. The sixth tendril wraps around my waist, tightening its grip and acting like a grounding anchor as my body hums with anticipation.

“I am ready,” he growls against my mouth, “to pass through to the other side of this veil with you.”

I don’t answer, but my hips lift to meet him, an unspoken invitation he answers instantly.

His entry is not a breach, but a coming home.

It is a gentle expansion that fills me completely.

The warmth of the Syntrix, which I had so missed, floods through my every vein.

It’s no longer an external force, but a part of him and of me, of us .

The motion between us becomes a rhythm, a desperate, frantic pulse as the ship approaches the barrier.

Then, with a shudder that rocks both my body and the ship, I reach the first delightful waves of the climax.

And then we break through the veil. It is not the sudden crash I expected, but a blinding, beautiful flash of purple light.

I sense the surge of raw energy that floods through me and binds our very souls together.

I cry out, not in pain, but in release, an explosion of light and feeling that is the universe itself.

We soar through the barrier as one, bodies and minds inextricably linked, as the crescendo of our passion echoes the triumph of our passage.

When the light fades, we are on the other side. My breath comes in ragged, joyful gasps, and Mareliux pulls me into a tight embrace, burying his face in my hair. The Syntric bond throbs with warmth all through me.

The ship is silent, our clothes lie in a heap, and outside the window, the Earth is slowly pulling away. But not to be gone forever.

The stars around it are no longer a distant glow, but a familiar, welcoming sight. The galaxy is not enemy territory anymore.

It is our home.