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  She needed him, ached for him, and her desire reached the point of pain as he moved up her body, dragging his rough, cat-like tongue as he went. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he tugged ever so gently, pressing the pads of his fingers against her scalp and capturing her mouth with his.

  Kissing him was vital. As vital as breathing, and with every caress of his lips, he breathed new life into her listless body. Feverish hands explored her curves, and she was so consumed in the feel of him, she didn’t care that this was all a fantasy.

  Gerti moaned, one hand clutching Xav’s vessel to her chest, the other fingering her clit, dancing over the swollen, throbbing nub. She closed her eyes again, this time imagining the feel of his thick cock sliding into her. How he’d fill her. How the vein that pulsed with every beat of his heart would feel in her channel as he thrust into her, slow and steady.

  Despite the sexual fog of her fantasy, Gerti hoped Xav could sense her desire. Unashamed, she tried to send it deep into his vessel, clutching it tighter while she stroked herself and imagined just how good his cock would feel inside her.

  Her release started to build, and her fingers moved faster and faster as she spread her legs and pressed her knees against the side of the tub. Letting his hard vessel rest between her breasts, she sank two fingers of her other hand deep inside of her, soothing the ache his absence had left.

  Even though it didn’t come close to what she’d imagined he’d feel like, she needed this, needed the release, and let her fingers stretch her walls as her breaths came faster and faster.

  Behind her lids, she saw his abs tensing with every thrust. As she reached up to pinch her nipple, her climax so close she could taste it, the vessel began to warm.

  Could it be?

  Gerti couldn’t control herself with her release so close, and she screamed Xav’s name. Until the heavy weight of a body and a splash of water tore the climax away from her.

  The gentlest kiss flitted across her lips, yet she didn’t dare move. Her chest heaved against his, the hard wall of muscle unforgiving. Another kiss, firmer now, stoked the fires that had started in her mind, and when she lifted her chin, welcoming another, Xav shifted his hips against hers.

  Shite, he felt so good—his hard cock pressed against her beneath the water. Unable to speak the words, afraid to voice her desires, even admit them to herself, Gerti kept her eyes closed, lifted a timid hand, and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him even closer.

  He tasted sweet, and she couldn’t resist flicking out her tongue for more. Xav grunted, answering her request, and the two of them remained intertwined, no words passing between them, yet each knowing instinctively what the other needed.

  With his cock hot and heavy between her thighs, Gerti lifted her hips, rubbing her clit along his hard shaft, and Xav palmed her breast, pinching her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

  “More,” Gerti moaned, the sound of her lust-filled voice unrecognizable to her own ears. Xav bit her lip, sucking it deep into his mouth, and drove his hips against hers, catching her clit.

  The deep burn of the arousal building inside of her was too much. She needed more. She needed him. All of him.

  Gerti arched her hips, desperate to feel his cock inside her. Almost as if he knew what she needed, Xav palmed himself and pressed his crown against her pussy. His mouth, still hot and heavy against hers, drank her in, and with a firm grunt, he slid inside of her.

  “Yes,” Gerti moaned as he filled her completely. Her toes curled, and she raked her nails down his back, begging for more.

  With a graceful arch of his hips, he thrusted into her, long, firm strokes that sent the water splashing over the side of the tub. Gerti keened, embracing her new-found sexual freedom, and giving Xav what he desperately needed.

  “Come for me, Gerti.”

  His low, deep voice sent her over the edge, and as her walls clenched around his massive cock, Xav let go, his emotions washing over her like a tidal wave and his release giving her the one thing she’d never known she’d been missing.

  Pleasure.

  Chapter 7

  Xav

  The delicate female’s release infused him with a burst of energy like he’d never felt before. As his seed filled her, their connection strengthened, and all of her longing, the loneliness, and pain she’d carried with her for so many moon cycles became his, and Xav’s endless torment eased as he shared the burden with Gerti.

  When her eyes opened, he realized they were the same color as his skin. Green, she’d called it.

  “Xav?”

  “Yes, delicate one.”

  “How are you…here? What type of energy do you need to leave your…um…vessel?” She threaded her fingers through his hair, and he savored the touch.

  Xav withdrew his member from Gerti’s warmth and placed his palm over her mound. “It comes from here.” Moving his hand to her left breast, he felt for the beat of her heart. “And here.”

  “Oh, shite.” Her entire body flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she turned her head away. “I…I can’t believe I just did that.”

  “Did what? Gerti? Did I harm you? Do something dishonorable?” Panic sparked through him. After all he’d been made to do, the very idea that he’d taken something from this perfect, beautiful, giving creature horrified him.

  Gerti gasped. “No, Xav. You were—” her lips curved into a half-smile, “—wonderful.” She shivered, and the coolness of the water finally registered against his skin.

  Climbing out of the tub, Xav found a fluffy piece of fabric hanging on the wall. He held out his hand for Gerti’s, helped her onto the soft rug, and wrapped her in the fabric. “You are cold.”

  “A little. Don’t move, okay?”

  Xav did not want her to leave him. He felt so much stronger now, but if she moved too far away, would he be forced back into his vessel again? He must have looked uncertain, for she cupped his cheek. “I’m not going far.”

  He nodded, and she turned, rummaging in a cabinet and coming away with another of the large pieces of material.

  “You’ll get cold too if you don’t dry off.”

  Wiping the droplets from his skin, he watched as Gerti did the same, memorizing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the dimples on her lower back. Every time she met his gaze, her cheeks pinked again, and this emotion confused him. She was…shamed?

  “Gerti? I do not understand what you are feeling. Do you wish me to stop looking at you?” He stilled, the fabric clutched in his hand at his side.

  Now, her cheeks turned a bright crimson, and she ducked her head, then gasped, her entire body flushing, as she snapped her gaze back to his, then stepped closer and eased the drying cloth from his hand.

  Wrapping it around his waist, she secured it by tucking one end between the rest and his hip. “There. That’s better.”

  “Better?”

  “You’re…” Gerti chewed on her lip for a moment, then sighed, “perfect. And I’m…not.”

  “You are to me.”

  “You haven’t seen many humans, have you?” She took his hand and led him into the room with the big, soft bed. “Lie down with me?”

  Exhaustion pressed down on her shoulders, and her eyelids had started to droop. Xav drew back the blankets while Gerti pulled a scrap of fabric over her sex, then added a flowing gown that hit her mid-thigh. He stared down at the cloth around his waist. Humans did not sleep in only their skin?

  “Gerti? Am I to wear this?” Xav asked as he gestured to the wrap. “Does my flesh make you uncomfortable?”

  From the other side of the bed, Gerti rubbed the back of her neck. “That’s not it.”

  “I do not understand, delicate one. Your language is still new to me. What is not ‘it’?” He did not move, still fearful he was taking something from her she did not wish to give. “Please, Gerti. I could not live with myself if I—”

  Gerti rose up on her knees and wrapped her arms around him. When her lips pressed to his, the protest d
ied in his throat. By the Gods, she tasted like the sweetest fruit. He could survive on her kisses alone for the rest of his life.

  “Take off the towel and lie down with me,” she said. “You did nothing wrong. Nothing at all.”

  Xav groaned as he stretched out next to her. “I have not slept anywhere in so long. In my vessel, it is not sleep. I am aware, but not.”

  “Does it hurt?” Gerti asked. Her hand found his, and her small fingers fluttered against his palm.

  He should not admit the truth. But he could never lie to this precious treasure. His treasure, even though she was not his. Not truly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he nodded. “Yes. Every moment.”

  When he returned his gaze to hers, a single tear balanced on the bridge of her nose, and Xav brushed it away with his thumb. “How long…do we have until you have to return?”

  Though he could not hear her voice, he felt the shift of the vibration. She was sad for him, afraid, and she did not wish him to go. “I am not certain. I feel stronger now than I have in many moons. I may be able to sleep here. With you. I would like that very much. I do not know if I will wake in this form.”

  He hoped to do so. The hard length between his legs ached, and he almost asked her to touch him, but he could not form the words. He was still unsure why she’d been shamed earlier.

  “I was married, Xav.” Gerti averted her gaze, tugging the blankets up higher to cover her beautiful curves.

  “I do not know that word. Marr-eed?”

  “Um. Joined with a man?”

  His shoulders stiffened. “Do you mean mated? Bound together for eternity?”

  She laughed, and he relaxed a fraction. “Eternity? Bloody hell, no. Charles was not my, uh, mate. But here on Earth, we marry. It’s a formal thing. Legal. Official. It means we share a house or a flat. It’s supposed to mean love. And having a partner.” With a sigh, she shifted a little closer to him. “I guess it is supposed to be like a mate. But most of the time, it doesn’t work out that way.”

  “Where is this male?”

  “Gone.”

  Xav sensed her relief, but also, more shame. Failure. “Gone?”

  “He left me. His secretary is younger, prettier, and doesn’t care that he’s a lazy, inconsiderate arse.”

  “You are angry.”

  Gerti’s eyes widened, and she slapped her hand over her mouth. A breath later, she pulled her fingers away, and he could not understand her expression. “You’re right. I’m bloody pissed off. I gave that man the best years of my life. I didn’t used to look…like this.”

  “You were in a different form?” Humans were puzzling creatures. Did they change shape? Certainly not like his kind with their vessels. Gerti would have mentioned it before.

  “I was thinner. Younger.” She trailed a finger under her eye. “No wrinkles.”

  “You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen.” He captured her hand and brought it to his lips. “I am sorry you are angry. Where is this male? I will hurt him for what he did to you.”

  Gerti smiled at him, and he felt the warmth down to his toes. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” Xav pressed another kiss to her palm.

  “For being willing to fight for me. Charles…he would never have done that. He only cared about himself.” She snuggled a little closer, and her eyes fluttered closed. “Xav?”

  “Yes?” He fought against the lure of sleep, the softness of the bed, and Gerti’s sweet scent to wait for her to continue.

  “If you start to feel like you can’t stay in this form, will you…wake me? I don’t want you to go. Or to be alone. Not if I can help you.” She leaned in and touched her lips to his. Gently, almost hesitantly. As if she were not used to affection. He would find this Charles one day—if he were able. How could any male not see the goodness of Gerti’s heart?

  “I will try.”

  Gerti

  The birds outside her window chirped, and the sun shown brightly through her lace curtains. Swayed by a heavy breeze, the tree that hung over the row house created a shifting pattern of light that disturbed her sleep.

  She was so warm, so content in the arms still wrapped around her that she wasn’t ready to wake, no matter what the world outside was trying to tell her.

  Her alien made a little sound of contentment as she shifted her hips—her thigh grazing against his heavy length, and he snuggled closer. She’d never been held in such a pleasant way before. Normally, she’d be burning up, irritated by such intimacy, but not with Xav. His body felt cool, the perfect compliment to hers, almost as if his temperature auto-regulated for her comfort.

  She turned into his embrace, her lips only a breath away, and just as she contemplated pressing her mouth to his, Xav leaned in for a kiss. “You have woken, delicate one. Your desire speaks to me.” He rubbed the tip of his nose along the length of her jaw, inhaling as he went, and she felt the tender gesture all the way to her toes.

  Gerti, held in place by the intensity of her need, could barely speak, the strength of her emotions making the words tight, almost desperate.

  “You stayed.”

  A brilliant grin spread across her alien’s face, and the pure bliss she felt at seeing him pleased was addictive. She couldn’t begin to name why, but in that moment, she knew she’d give almost anything to see him do that again. Every single day. For the rest of her life.

  “Your energy has allowed me to remain with you. Through your touch, I can stave off the transformation.”

  “My touch?” She swallowed hard. “Has there ever been anyone else who could—”

  He grasped her chin, angling her lips toward his. “Never. Nor could I ever imagine a being I would desire this connection with. I told you before, my Gerti. Your energy speaks to me. No one else’s has called to me as yours does.”

  A warmth bloomed in Gerti’s chest, and it filled her with contentment, eased the holes her previous relationship had left. She knew she was worth more than she’d been given with Charles, but she’d never known how much. Without any other experience, how was she to know?

  This. What she felt as Xav’s lips pressed against hers and his fingers curled inside her was everything she never knew she needed, and could never again live without.

  Their bed play left them both spent, and Gerti settled back into Xav’s embrace as he fell asleep, marveling how very right they were together. She ached in the most pleasurable way—like the burn from an intense workout—and she drifted off, content after their repeated sexual…excursions.

  Pounding woke her some time later, and she groaned, ignoring the noise, dismissing it as the postal carrier. She tried to roll over and nuzzle closer to her alien, but as soon as her consciousness broke through, her need for Xav ignited, and she could barely resist the urge to climb on top of him again. Would she ever be fully sated? Would she ever get enough of the green Adonis that lay naked before her?

  He moved to fill her, climbing between her thighs, like he could read her mind, but the knocking grew more violent, and he cocked his head, focusing on the deep emerald of Gerti’s eyes. “What are those strange vibrations?”

  “Someone’s knocking on the door. Ignore it. They’ll go away.” Already soaked for him, Gerti redirected his attention back to her lips, her need for him overriding all else, but just as he pressed the crown of his cock to her entrance, the yelling began.

  “I know you’re in there, Gerti. Answer the door!”

  She stiffened at the sound of Charles’s voice. Of course, he’d find a way to sabotage her even after abruptly exiting her life. At first, she’d mourned the loss of him, now she just wanted him to stay the hell away.

  “Gerti? You are upset.” Xav cupped her cheek, clearly confused. “Did I do something…wrong?”

  “It’s my ex-husband.” Xav slid out of bed, and for a second, all Gerti could do was stare at his chiseled perfection. She still ached for him, and if he didn’t take her soon, she feared she’d simply implode. His cock stood at attention, and as he s
tarted to stride for the door, it bounced with each step.

  Gerti scrambled out of bed to stop him. “No, wait. I’ll handle this. Get back in bed, please.”

  Xav studied her face, catching every subtle shift and curve of her expression. “This male is the one you spoke of.”

  “Yes.”

  “And you desire to send him away without an act of violence?”

  Still emblazoned with passion, Gerti traced the immaculate lines of his abs, letting her hand linger on his thick cock. “Goodness knows he deserves a good flogging, but violence takes too long, and we have unfinished business.”

  Ignoring Charles’s continued demands, Gerti dropped to her knees and took Xav into her mouth, relishing the salty taste of his desire for her. He groaned, threading both hands in her hair and gently thrusting his hips in answer to her languid tongue.

  Fuck, she wanted to eat him alive. And he appeared to feel the same, by his heat and the way he curled around her, as if he were unable to keep himself from drowning in her touch. Knowing Charles as well as she did, she knew he wouldn’t simply go away, so with one final flick of her tongue, Gerti left Xav rock hard and panting and threw on a robe.

  Keeping the chain lock securely in place, she cracked the door.

  “It is about time you responded. How long did you plan on keeping me out here?” Charles sniped while trying to shove his way through the door. When the chain pulled taut, he narrowed his eyes. “What is the meaning of this, Gertrude? Let me in. This humidity is awful.”

  “No,” Gerti responded with a heavy sigh. “What is it you need, Charles?”

  “You know damn well why I’m here. You failed to respond to my lawyers.”

  Xav shifted behind her, just out of Charles’s sight, and Gerti was acutely aware of his warmth. “I don’t have a clue to what you’re referring, but get to the point. I’m busy.”

  “Busy? Ha! Doing what? Planning my death? Thinking of all the ways you can further sabotage my relationship with Alora?”

  Gerti grimaced, Charles’s overt narcissism souring her mood. The gall of that man…assuming she was doing nothing but lying around thinking about him. He always had fancied himself a catch, even more now that he had a younger woman sniffing after him. A heavy wind ruffled her hair, blowing the edges of her robe, and Gerti giggled. If his ego got any more inflated, a wind like that might carry him away.