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  And that might never be you.

  I shake off the thought. “Can I see her?”

  “No,” Shak says sternly. “She had difficulty sleeping last night and is finally at rest.”

  “Of course.” I love how protective he is of her. It reminds me of somebody else I know. Speaking of, Ezo joins my side and his hand slips into mine. I’ve noticed that he does this. Whenever we aren’t at home, he still likes to have contact with me in some way. I squeeze his hand.

  “The doctor is waiting. I’ll show you to him.” Shak doesn’t bother saying more, obviously distracted and concerned for Juliet. He just turns and heads back into the house.

  Ezo and I follow. But before we can enter, Shak turns and lifts a finger to his mouth, hissing, “Shhhhh.”

  I nod. I get it. I saw how big Juliet was the last time we were here and that was a week and a half ago. I can’t imagine what my best friend must be going through right now. God, what was I thinking, asking to see the doctor when all attention needs to be on her?

  But Ezo is dragging me forward by my hand and I’m already here. If she’s not going to have the baby for another day or two, I might as well catch a few minutes of the doctor’s time.

  Shak leads us into a part of the house I’ve never seen before. Most of the bedrooms are upstairs and off to the right, but Shak leads us left from the main room and down a hallway to a small guest bedroom.

  And okay, he said the doctor was waiting, but I still can’t stifle my gasp once we open the door.

  Holy shit, it’s an alien. A real, live alien.

  I mean, I know Ezo and Shak are— But just…holy shit.

  In front of me is a man-like creature. He isn’t as tall as Shak or Ezo but he’s still intimidatingly large. Red-hued orange scales glint as he turns to me. His face is smooth, not scaled, but he barely has a nose. It’s just a small bump on his face, barely there.

  And, oh yeah, he’s naked. In my quick glance taking him all in, though, it’s hard to miss… Well, what’s missing.

  The guy doesn’t have a dick.

  Is that like, a doctor thing with Draci? They make them be eunuchs or something?

  “I did not know they came in pink and blue.” The doctor frowns at me.

  Apparently he’s been checking me out the same way I have him.

  “They’re just tattoos and hair dye.”

  But he doesn’t acknowledge that I’ve even said anything. He just looks to Shak and then Ezo. “If the specimen will lay down here,” he gestures towards the bed.

  Shak growls and the doctor’s head snaps his way. He immediately corrects himself. “I mean, if the female will lay down here.”

  Jesus, has this guy gone around all week calling Juliet a ‘specimen’?

  Part of me wants to exit stage left. Like, run. Now. What the hell was I thinking? I should have just gone to a nice human doctor who doesn’t have, you know, claws. As in, actual claws!

  Shouldn’t he be required to like, file those things down? And maybe put on some clothes while he’s at it? Although, considering he doesn’t even have so much as a Ken doll bump going on, maybe there’s not so much reason to cover up.

  “We can leave now, my Ana,” Ezo says.

  Again, the doctors head snaps towards Shak. Shit. I don’t think there’s any turning back now. This guy is one of Ezo’s kind and I can’t be weak in front of him. I can’t shame Ezo like that.

  So I lift my chin up, try to steady my trembling legs, and walk over to the bed, laying down before I can second-guess myself and this entire situation.

  This is what I wanted, right? To see aliens. To be special.

  Yeah. I feel real special as the alien doctor begins to poke and press on my stomach before pulling out what looks like a handheld scanner and running it up and down my body. It doesn’t beep or light up like Star Trek medical scanners do on TV or anything and the doctor’s face is unreadable.

  “Extend your hand,” he orders tersely.

  I do and before I know it, he’s grabbed me by the wrist, yanked my hand forward so abruptly that I have to lift off the bed into a sitting position for it not to hurt.

  “Ow!”

  I look down at my forefinger as blood wells from it. Ezo growls but Shak holds him back. “It is merely part of the process,” Shak murmurs.

  At least the doctor gets on with it quickly. Another part of the same tool he used to poke me sucks up the blood and then he steps back.

  “I will return with analysis in three sithiths.” The last word comes out hissed and I look to Ezo.

  “About an hour,” he reassures me as the doctor strides from the room.

  “I must go be with my Juliet,” Shak says. “Make yourself at home. I will return with the doctor.” Then he’s off in a flash, too.

  Leaving me and Ezo behind with nothing to do but wait.

  I stand up, walking to the window. Jesus, I didn’t realize we’d have to wait for the results. It’s a bright morning, the sun searing through any clouds.

  “You bleed, my Ana,” Ezo says, his brow furrowed as he comes over to me. He lifts my hand and sucks my finger into his mouth.

  “It’s fine—”

  “It is not!” He steps back from me, eyes flashing as he lets my hand go. “I just glimpsed inside you when I tasted you and there is no fine. If you told me you had such fear, we never would have come! That is enough. We are leaving now.”

  But I jerk back when he tries to grab my hand. “You can’t just do that. You can’t just look inside me anytime you want.”

  “You were bleeding.”

  “And I thought you wanted to make it feel better, not, not—”

  “Ana,” his voice softens as he pulls me into his chest. “Please. I die to see you suffer. We can leave here and never come back.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re already here and we need to know the results of the scan.”

  He huffs out a breath but then nods. “There’s no need to worry. Everything will be fine. Ijes will come back to say exactly that and then you must promise to calm yourself.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut and press my cheek against Ezo’s chest.

  He’s right. Everything’s going to be fine. Everything’s going to be fine.

  Most likely.

  Unless it’s not. Oh shit, what if it’s not?

  Ezo must feel me go tense. “Why don’t you believe me, Ana? Must I prick my finger as well so you can see inside me?”

  I pull my face away from his chest and look up at him. “It’s not that. It’s just the unknown that scares me.”

  And I’m going to go nuts if we have to just sit here waiting for the next fifty-five minutes. I glance around and then back to Ezo, struck with a bright idea.

  “Fuck me.”

  Ezo’s eyebrows narrow.

  “I mean it, fuck me.” I hurry over to close and lock the door, then I yank my shirt off over my head.

  Ezo crosses his arms over his chest. “Ana, we shouldn’t. You are upset—”

  “Exactly.” I reach around and unsnap my bra. “But like you said—you aren’t and you keep saying everything will be okay and if you really mean that, then I could really use chilling out in your head for a while.”

  For a second I think he’ll balk at doing this in his friend’s house, his King’s house, and maybe I should feel weird or slutty or something, but the second I see his eyes burn with blue fire, the spark inside of me is lit.

  Do I want the distraction? Yes. Do I want Ezo more?

  Always.

  I’m guessing he feels the same because he crosses the space between us in about two milliseconds flat and then his hands are on me, one plumping my breast and pinching my nipple and the other on my ass, pulling me up against his hardness.

  “Oh God, yes,” I moan and he pauses, putting a finger to my lips like Shak did earlier. “Shhhh.”

  I grin and nip at his finger, dropping one hand to grip both of his erections. A tremor runs through his chest at my firm grasp.r />
  “You want it?” I rub him up and down, peeking up into his fiery eyes. “Then come and get it.”

  I shove my pants and underwear down and then I spin and lean over the bed, presenting him my backside.

  He exhales so harshly it flutters my hair and I grin into the comforter on the bed, wiggling my ass.

  “Ana,” he chokes but then his hands are on my flesh, his finger immediately slipping inside me to check for wetness. I’m always sopping around him, doesn’t he know that by now?

  He thrusts another finger inside my channel and his thumb begins to strum my clit.

  And just like that, I cum. I bury my face in the comforter to stifle my cries. Sometimes it happens like that when I’m alone—a fast, hard flash when I’ve only barely begun touching myself, but never before with Ezo.

  And I can tell it turns him the fuck on.

  He grunts out these excited little huffs, and I hear his zipper being yanked down and then, oh—

  “Fuck, yes,” I whine, my hands fisting in the comforter as he fills me in one sharp thrust. “More.”

  He heeds my heated whispers, pulling out and then thrusting hard back in. Which is when I feel his other delicious cock erect and rubbing my clit in that perfect fucking spot.

  We’ve only fucked in this position a couple of times but I slip into his head and feel his excitement as he watches himself disappear in my hole, his huge hands clutching my hips and squeezing my ass.

  I’m pretty sure doggy style like this is becoming my new favorite. It’s like constantly having another sex toy around just for my clit when he fucks me with his bottom cock.

  And getting out of my own head and escaping into the relative calm of his focused pleasure? Oh fuck, yes.

  His heavy balls slap my ass as he thrusts back in again, the ridges of his perfect shafts hitting me so good, inside and out.

  Dragging in and then out and in.

  I clench around him, feeling on the verge of another climax already. Oh yeah. Right there. Just a little harder.

  But I don’t even have to say the words. Because Ezo is here with me in my head.

  He adjusts and the next time he thrusts in, my entire body lights with fireworks.

  The bright spasm explodes outward from my tummy and Ezo thrusts in hard one more time. I’m drenched in him as his cum spurts so deep inside me.

  I feel everything he feels. Adoration. The joy he’s never known. And love. I feel fucking love.

  I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. I know he can feel it but I have to say it out loud. “I love you, too. God, I love you so fucking much.”

  There are bright spots of exertion high on his cheeks and the look in his eyes as I tell him I love him—he’s frozen just staring at me, mouth dropped open. His loud, heaving breath is the only noise in the otherwise silent room.

  I wait for him to say something but it’s not like with boyfriends before. I don’t have to wonder how he feels. I already know. I know.

  So I whisper it out loud. “I know, baby.” I nod. “It’s real. I’m here and I love you.”

  And then he all but pounces on me, covering my body with his and immediately filling me again, his second cock straining with need.

  The moment he strokes into me, I feel it building again.

  I grab his head and drag him down to me, kissing him deep. He kisses me back with a more furious passion than I’ve ever felt from him before.

  “I love you, my Ana. Mine. Mine.”

  I see his eyes flash electric blue, verging on silver as he begins to fuck me in earnest, holding nothing back. And I’m ready for it. He knows it. He feels it.

  I clutch him to my breast and he sucks on my nipples, grazing them with his teeth so that my back arches in pleasure. He knows just how I like it. Just enough pressure, in just the right places.

  He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts and I lose myself in our combined pleasure. The joy of his body being inside mine. Of our minds co-mingling so that I’m closer to him than any human has ever been to her partner.

  I don’t know how much time passes but when his cum finally jettisons inside me again, he and I fly together.

  It’s white light. Oh. Oh.

  Flying.

  I’m flying through the sky, the summer sun warming my wings even as I sweep low down over the grasses. My sisters laugh, their joy ringing in my ears as I race faster.

  I’ve never been more free. More alive.

  I fly and fly and fly.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ezo

  When I finally settle back to the world after the universe’s most explosive orgasm, it is to find my mate smiling, looking more content than I’ve ever seen her.

  And within moments, before I have even slid out of her, her light snores filled the room.

  I sigh in happiness and relief. My mate is no longer anxious or afraid. She loves me. I have not been loved for a very long time. It is— It is—

  I did not know I could even feel like this.

  My chest is full as I pull my pants up and re-button them.

  Then I blink and look around me. Ancients, what time is it? Have three sitheths passed? I have no idea.

  But I cannot let them come back in and discover my mate so bare. The humans are peculiar in this way but I will protect my love even from her embarrassment.

  Gently, I ease her pants back up her legs. My essence is spilling out of her and I would clean it except I know she hates to lose any drop. Perhaps that is only in private, though. I find a tissue and clean the spillage, pausing to admire her beautiful pussy before I remember my task and pull her jeans the rest of the way up.

  I gather her undergarment and shirt but cannot bear to wake her up in order to put them back on her, so I pile them beside her on the bed and lift the comforter, gently placing it over her bared teats.

  Then I climb in behind her and tuck my chest against her back, legs tangling with hers.

  She lets out a happy little sigh and settles back against me.

  She is warm and perfect and beautiful, and I will protect her forever.

  I do not mean for my own eyes to close but our connection is still so fresh and she is so soft and... My eyes drop closed as I breathe in her sweet, sated scent. Only for a moment. I’ll close them only for just a moment…

  A loud noise wakes me. I sit up, head darting side to side— Where am—? And then I see Ana beside me, blinking sleepily.

  How could I have allowed myself to fall asleep?

  Because the noise I hear in the hallway, it is many voices. Not just my King’s or Queen’s. Not even just the doctor.

  I leap to my feet, heading towards the door and pressing my ear against it. Voices are arguing loudly. In Draci.

  “Shit,” Ana whispers behind me, and when I glance back to her, she is pulling her shirt on over her head.

  She jumps to her feet and smooths out the bed.

  “Stay here,” I say firmly.

  I know my Ana and I see in her eyes that she wants to argue with me, but then her eyes move to the door.

  She hears them too.

  “Stay here,” I order again. “If I shout your name, escape out this portal,” I point to the window, “run to your car, and drive away from here. Do you understand me?”

  “Ezo—”

  “Do you understand me?”

  She nods, eyes wide. And then I unlock the door and step outside, closing it firmly behind me, ready to face whatever may come. Perhaps it is nothing. Perhaps not.

  Either way, I will be my Ana’s shield.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ana

  What the hell is going on out there?

  I press my ear to the door.

  At first all I can hear is a lot of loud voices. Lots of hissing with the occasional guttural consonant.

  “Shak,” comes Juliet’s voice. “We need to get Ana and talk to her first.”

  Juliet’s house might be fancy but these doors are shit because I can hear everything. Ther
e’s a large gap underneath the door, too, and the tile makes the voices echo.

  And then, louder, she orders, “And all of you, speak in English. You’ve all had it scanned. It’s rude not to practice it while you visit your Queen.”

  The command in Juliet’s voice is impressive. I’ve always known she was a badass but she’s really been coming into her own the past four months.

  I know she can speak Draci—she told me about how they gave her a brain scan or something and implanted it. But it’s still hard for her to follow with all the idioms the Draci constantly use. She’s started asking them to speak in English, only because she feels like the Draci use their own language to make her feel excluded back when she still occasionally visits the ship. Apparently Draci politics are messy and not everyone immediately warmed to the idea of having a human Queen.

  “Yes, my Queen,” comes a voice I don’t recognize, hissing his s’s. “My King, surely you must agree with our esteemed Royal physician. He recommends we reject the specimen immediately and seek a better suited female.”

  I blanch. Specimen. He means me. Oh fuck, he means me.

  “Okay, I know I’m late to this show, but what the hell are you talking about?” Juliet asks.

  My thoughts exactly.

  “The specimen—”

  “Ana,” Shak interrupts.

  “Ana’s womb is deformed. We must have another speci— Another female replace her.”

  My stomach drops to my feet and I shake my head. No. No, it can’t be.

  I kept telling Ezo I was afraid there was something wrong with me but underneath, I believed all his assurances. Everything was supposed to be fine. This scan was just supposed to confirm that there was nothing to worry about, that—

  “What do you mean, deformed?” I look back up at the door sharply. That was Giselle’s voice. When the hell did she get here? Of course she has to be present for my humiliation, too. Perfect Giselle. My father always loved that I was friends with her. How many times did I hear him whisper that he wished I were more like her?

  “She is missing one of her two reproductive organs.”