Page 67 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid (Hybrids of Yulaira #1)

“It’s so beautiful,” she said quietly, turning to look up at him.

“Yes,” he said, studying the softly illuminated planes of her face. “Beautiful.”

Her expression turned shy, and she blinked fast as she looked away.

“Is it as good as your water park?”

“Better,” she said with conviction. She shot a flirtatious look at him a moment before she lifted the hem of her shirt over her head.

A purr rattled in his lungs at the sight of her bare skin.

“Well, don’t just stand there pretending you didn’t bring me here to seduce me,” she said, unfastening her pants. “Strip.”

With a grin, he did as she commanded. It was fun for about three seconds, until he realized that getting undressed with one hand was no easier than getting dressed had been.

He expected Cordelia to tease him, but she came over in all seriousness to help him, darting molten looks at him as she carefully undid his clothes.

She tended to the half-healed site of his missing arm with more care than he would have bothered with, and it moved him far more than he expected.

When she pressed a kiss to the knuckles of the hand he still had, he had to look up at the stars and blink fast to keep from spilling tears on her.

“Ren?” She cupped his jaw, dragging his gaze back down to her. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking… it is truly a new world we have created.” He looked down at the empty space where his arm should be.

“This injury would have meant my death only a few years ago. I would not be worth the effort it would take to accommodate me. Yet here I am, being tended to with such devotion that I could never have imagined, with a whole life ahead of me. It does not feel real.”

She pressed her lips to his hand once more. “It’s real. You’re really here, and so am I.”

His heart clenched at that.

For how long? He would have to admit to her sooner rather than later that the Gidalan, if repairable, would be able to ferry them all back to her home planet. He loved her far too much to keep it from her. And if she longed for her planet more than she cared for him…

He pushed the fear aside. There would be time enough for worries and regrets. For now, the woman he loved was naked and looking up at him from beneath her lashes, showering him with attention. He would not squander it.

Ducking, he wrapped an arm around her hips and lifted her off the ground, enjoying the little sound of distress she made. He carried her into the spring, taking in her face as she watched the water around his legs froth with glowing light.

She yelped when he lowered her in. “It’s cold!”

He grinned, dragging her closer. “I will keep you warm.”

She wrapped her legs around his middle and wound her arms around his neck even as she scowled at him. “The water that night in the bath was warm, if you recall. Gloriously heated.”

“It stank of cleansers.”

“Well, I’m fairly sure the pretty, glowing water is full of alien bacteria.”

He shrugged, indifferent. “As long as you think it’s pretty.” He leaned in to nip at her earlobe with his sharp teeth, triggering her to buck against him. Oh, if only her hips were a little lower. “And as long as you let me fuck you in it.”

Her fingers threaded up into his hair as her gaze went dark. “I’m afraid I’d let you fuck me pretty much anywhere, Ren.”

That was all the teasing he could take. He carried her over to a rocky ledge, where there was a shelf at just the right height for her to sit.

He shoved her knees wide and ducked his head.

She made a sweet, mewling sound as the flavor of her arousal burst across his tongue.

He could feel his muscles growing beneath his skin, could feel the beat of his heart grow harder and faster.

The scent of her drowned him in hormones that heightened his pleasure.

Her hands caught at his horns, and her hips rolled.

If he were a less selfish male, he would have seen her to her orgasm, but he could not bear to wait.

He straightened and fisted his cock, lining himself up with her entrance.

“If you don’t have any objections, I’m going to fuck you now,” he purred.

She shivered at the sound of her own words thrown back at her. Her knees spread wider, and her hands anchored against his shoulders, mindful of his healing wound.

“Do it. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

With an approving growl, he buried himself in one long thrust. She gasped, tensing around him.

“So tight,” he groaned, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers. “Is it going to be like this every time?”

She moaned in answer, rolling her hips toward him.

It was awkward and clumsy at first. Water sloshed between them, and they kept slipping over the moss-covered rocks as his thrusting grew rougher and wilder.

At the center of his vision was Cordelia, her face contorted in ecstasy, her hands roaming restlessly over the rock ledge for a place her hands might grip for stability, only to slide off once more.

In his periphery was an endless churn of glowing water, lighting up every angle of her beautiful, flexible body.

When he got frustrated with the water, he carried her over to the shore and laid her down on a bed of moss, all without pulling out of her. She nipped at his good shoulder when he lingered, unmoving, to simply soak in her beauty.

“More,” she said, bucking beneath him, and he was helpless except to oblige.

His tail slipped between them, and she took advantage of the added friction, planting her feet against the ground and fucking him back with quick, grinding thrusts. He watched her face as she worked her way toward her completion.

“Just like that,” she praised, though she was doing so much of the work herself. “Yes, that! That! Just don’t stop doing—”

In the final moments before she came apart, she had a tendency to grimace, as though it pained her to make that last push over the edge—but then she was shuddering beneath him, squeezing his cock in an enchanting rhythm, and her expression was pure euphoria. She groaned from deep in her chest.

He followed her only a few thrusts after, his pleasure multiplied by the undeniable signs of hers.

His tail wound around her hips and jerked her down as he thrust up, as deep as he could go, burying his knot in her.

She made a small sound that could have been pain or pleasure, but her face was serene as he spilled into her.

“I needed that,” she said with a sigh as he rolled to the side, keeping them linked with her thigh thrown over his hip.

“So did I.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her slowly, offering up the tenderness he should have before he’d begun.

She smiled against his mouth. “You’ve gotten good at that.”

“Do you mean to say I did poorly before?”

Her smile widened, and she shrugged, winking one eye open mischievously.

His heart ached at the sight of her. “Tell me again that you’re real.”

“I’m real.” She tucked her chin and nuzzled into his chest. “And you’re really stuck inside me.” She squeezed around his knot to illustrate her point.

“There is no place I’d rather be trapped.”

She snorted. “Cheesy.”

“The cheese again? I do not understand what it has to do with anything.”

“Means you’re a dork.”

“What is a dork?” he asked, though he could tell well enough it was an insult. “Do you always set out to offend your mating partners?”

“Mmm, no. You’re special.”

His cock eventually softened and slipped out of her, but they didn’t move from their spot beneath the stars.

She rolled onto her back beside him and toyed with his tail, sliding it between her fingers in a soothing pattern. “Rentir.”

“Hmm?”

“What happens now?”

He let his head fall to the side so he could look at her profile in the glowing light.

Now you stay, he wanted to say. You and the others stay here and make a home with us, forever. I love you for a lifetime and never again know a day without your light.

“What do you think should happen?” was what left his cowardly mouth, instead.

She smiled, reaching out to trace her fingertips over his cheek. “Anything we want.”