Page 49 of Invasive Species (Outcasts of Oloria #2)
“I love you,” I say, and I mean it, coaxing him to his release.
Green surges up his arms and legs, flooding across his tense abs like a breaking storm wall, so bright it shines like an emerald in the sun. It races to the base of his cocks, and he bucks once, burying himself deeper.
The knot surges inside me, pushing at my walls, filling me more than I ever thought possible. A slight burn builds inside me as he rocks upward, abs flexing again.
“Are you comfortable?” he grunts. Always thinking of me before himself.
“I… I…” All I can do is grasp onto his arms, holding onto him as if we might be washed away. “Yes.”
The pressure increases, pushing outward as the knot grows, and our hips lock together. Every time Gara rocks, I come with. We’re finally joined, inseparable, one.
I can barely breathe I’m so full, and Gara watches me, holding me through it .
“I need to add another item to the list,” Gara whispers.
“What?” I pant.
He smooths the wet hair back from my naked shoulders, caressing the sides of my breasts, thumbs strumming over my nipples. “Painting you like this.”
“Fuck yes.”
I cling onto his cock as he explodes in my hand and inside me, hot cum splattering my fingers and splashing over his chest and stomach. Inside, my walls cool and tingle. I’m finally deliciously full and getting fuller, my hips and thighs aching in the best possible way, like after a hard swim.
He flops back, spent. I drag a finger through his jizz, bumping along each scale which flickers between hard and soft in post-orgasm confusion, and lick my hand clean.
“Mm. Salty sweet, like popcorn.” I settle along his chest, pressing our amazing mess between us, so filthy dirty. “We still need to do a movie night.”
I rise and fall with his pants as he fights to catch his breath. “Yes, once you're better. How are you feeling?”
“Whole again,” I admit quietly. Raising my gaze from the safety of his chest, I ask, “Now the list is ticked off, do we have time to talk?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures me.
Burying my head against his chest, I want him to wrap his arms around me and shut out the world. But we can't do that; Gara's not safe here, and we—I—was hella loud.
“Why the rush to knot me? Is it the bond making me sick after all? Or is it that I'm dependent on it, or something?”
Gara smiles down at me, stroking my still wet hair back from my face. “No, it's not.” He nods to our hips where we're perfectly joined, fitted together like puzzle pieces. “Although Ezla and I were on the right track, we didn't go far enough. Because you and I didn't go far enough last time.”
He sits up a little, shuffling underneath me, and I have no choice but to go with him. His knot has inflated, fully locking us together.
I cock my head. “It can't be the cum in your knotting cock infecting me, you'd never have done this if it were.”
His eyes turn sad. “No, I wouldn't if it would hurt you further, but… it won't. I won't. We worked it out when Ezla smelled me after our last encounter.”
The mental image of that is just too alien. “Uh huh. Got a bit sweaty, did you?”
“Yes, and he could smell how I changed. The scent of my breath shifted from my spittle adapting, along with pretty much everything else in my body. Because you see, my body isn't designed for me alone. It's designed to give my mate exactly what she needs.”
My mouth drops open. “What?”
“Yes.” He gently encircles my hips with his strong hands. “Once I realized I was producing antibodies for you, not against you, I realized what my knotting cock is for. Or, well, hypothesized.” His cheeks flush a moss green.
“Cool, I love being your experiment.” I trace a fingernail down his chest.
He squirms underneath me, scales flickering yellow-green in my wake. “I'd never take a risk on your life, but I remembered how our first session had been interrupted.”
“Yes. Very disappointing.”
“And very nearly fatal for you,” he said softly. Getting onto his elbows, he gently presses his face into the soft skin of my neck. Then he takes a massive inhale.
It tickles, and I squirm with a giggle.
He pops back down, a huge grin devouring his face. “Ah. I can tell already, it's happening.”
“What is?”
“My knotting juice is entering your system?—”
“Mm, a lot of it,” I say with a wink. The post-orgasm sensation feels warm, comforting and refreshing, just like I'd sipped a steaming hot chocolate after a swim and my belly’s all relaxed. Coupled with the lovely full feeling, I feel grounded and focused.
“It's adapting to you, and I'm adapting to you as well. There's… I suppose you can call it a feedback loop. My emissions enter your system and flow back into my seminal tubes to my glands, where the information is analyzed.” His fingers trace a tingling trail circling between my chest and his.
I’m definitely loving this hands-on science lesson.
He goes on, “But the first time we joined, we were interrupted.” His finger moves from his scales to my skin and stops there.
“Only stage one was complete, and my emissions, filled with all kinds of new alien proteins your body had never seen before, triggered your immune system. Your system treated it as an invasion, and quite rightly too, but they’re Selthiastock antibodies, they’re unbeatable.
Your body fell into an emergency state trying to get rid of them. ”
“So… how are you getting rid of them by giving me a second dose?”
“We’ve reopened the pathway between us. My fluids needed to come back to me, as they’re doing now. That’s why a Selthiastock knot lasts so long. The process is quite involved.”
“So, your jizz is going… back to you?”
Typical science guy, instead of being squicked out, he nods eagerly. “They’re like forward scouts, bringing my body information.”
“Information on what?”
“You. What your body needs, what you lack to be healthy, the current vitamins and minerals in your system, the balance of antibodies and hormones. And then…” He places a hand on my chest. “I can make you exactly what you need. ”
If I could sit back I would. Holy shit. “Wow. So, you're… kind of a personal medicine cabinet for me?”
“I hope to be,” he says, smug. “At last, I can celebrate what I am, because I have the ability to protect you from disease.”
I grin down at him. “I knew it.”
His brows twitch in a frown. “You knew I was changing too? It’s the scent, isn’t it, that’s the clue.”
“No, no… well, actually, I remember thinking your scent cleared my head when I first got ill… but I meant I just knew, like… in my body, spirit and soul, I knew.” I press his hand over my heart.
“I knew you were what I needed. I thought I was being single minded about sex, but it seems my body really did need you.”
“And mine needed you. It… knew, insomuch as a body knows things, I suppose, that I could heal you.”
I gently tap over his chest. “You need to trust your instincts more.”
He wraps his arms around me, cradling me close. “When it comes to you, I will. And… it’s more evidence for the bond being real.”
“You sound unsure about that.” I lay my hand flat on his chest, feeling the pounding heartbeats just under the surface. Strong and sure. “Can’t you feel it?”
He nods, eyes tracking mine. A slight flicker of uncertainty peeks out at me. Gara, being vulnerable.
“Why don’t you believe it?”
“We can’t measure it on any of the sensors?—”
I hold up my hand, then tap his chest. “This is all the sensor or scanner or read out or whatever you or I need. We’ll feel our way through this chaos, okay? Together.”
His face clears. “Very well. Together.”
The warm bubble expands, and I grin at him. “Jizz that heals is fucking incredible, pun intended.” My mind zips ten steps forward, as always. “Can it fix… ev erything?”
Gara’s super perception picks up on my tone immediately. “What do you refer to?”
“My ADHD. Maybe it’ll be, like, super permanent ritalin or something, and I can be normal.”
His arms tighten around me. “Your mind makes you who you are.”
“Yeah, I know, but it’d be great to be able to function,” I press. “People take medicine to help, you know.”
“Do you?” He tilts his head. “I’m not reading any so far, and I can’t smell anything.”
“I don’t, no. I forget to.” I close my stinging eyes, battling back tears. Even though I try to stay upbeat, it's hard walking through life being different. “It’d be nice to be normal sometimes. You know. Get stuff done by myself.”
He strokes my cheek. “Arra-bellah, I hope I’ve helped you organize your ideas and plans for the barn.
I’d be honored to help you all the days of our lives, in any way you need.
If you feel you need support, whatever that may be, I’m here, and I’ll work tirelessly with you to discover what works best for you.
But please don’t think you need curing, Arra-bellah. ”
Each word is a salve repairing the little cracks and digs I’d endured all throughout my life. He loves and accepts me, my weaknesses as well as my strengths, ADHD and all.
I relax against him, tiredness trickling up my limbs. Although I'd slept for what felt like weeks, a marathon sex session is still grueling and definitely warrants a snack and a nap.
My eyes slide closed, cheek pressing to the rush and release of his breath and two sets of beating hearts in a lulling rhythm.
Until a purple alien thumps onto the balcony next to us.