Page 29 of Alien Healer’s Mate

The word cracked her open. She clung to him, her legs locked around his waist. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

He took her harder then, and she met every thrust with a tilt of her hips. Her third release built fast, the pressure climbing until she was right on the edge.

“Kellat… now…” she begged. “Please, now!”

He roared, low and guttural, slamming into her one last time and burying himself to the hilt. His whole body shook as he came, his cock jerking and pulsing inside her.

The first hot spill of him inside her shoved her right over the edge.

She’d been teetering, so fucking close, and the wet, scorching rush of his seed bathing her inner walls was the only push she needed. Her third orgasm detonated without warning, not a wave but an explosion.

Her back snapped into a hard arc, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body locked up tight around his. She milked him with ruthless, rhythmic spasms, her pussy fluttering and clamping down like it never wanted to let him go, and the pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain, ripping through her nerve endings and wiping her mind completely blank.

Oh god…

“Kellat—“ she gasped.

He was still jerking inside her, still marking her with thick, pulsing heat, and every twitch of his cock triggered another aftershock that made her whimper against his throat.

Slowly, the spasms ebbed, leaving her limp and trembling around him. She didn’t let go; she couldn’t… she just held on as the aftershocks faded into a warm, heavy bliss that turned her muscles to liquid and her thoughts to static.

For a long time neither of them moved. The room held nothing but their heartbeats and the slow, exhausted drag of their breathing.

Eventually he shifted, rolling to the side without letting go and pulled her over him to settle against his chest.

She lay there, stunned. “Oh, wow. That was…”

She’d never known it could be that good.

He rumbled deep in his chest, as his arm tightened around her waist, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sleep, kelarris,” he murmured.

She didn’t know what the alien word meant. It sounded soft in his mouth, softer than anything she’d heard him say, and she tucked it away to ask about later.

Nestling against his larger, more powerful body, she closed her eyes and, for once, did as she was told.

Delilah closed her eyes and groaned as she dropped her head back. This shower was amazing. And huge… like it had been designed for a small army. There was even a bench built into the wall, big enough for someone normal-sized to sleep on. She’d spent her first few minutes in here just figuring out the controls, which had involved a lot of guessing and one brief, alarming blast of freezing water that nearly sent her sprinting back out the door.

But she’d cracked it, and now the water came down in a heavy, steaming curtain that turned the whole room into white mist. Standing in the middle of it, she let the heat soak into her skin and wash away the evidence of a night that had rewritten her entire life.

She was happy. Actually, genuinely happy.

Which was terrifying, and she didn’t trust it. She’d spent twenty-odd years being the disaster, and waking up in the bed of the most beautiful male in the galaxy felt like a glitch in the universe. Yeah, she was dreaming; she had to be. Which meant that any second now the alarm would go off and she’d be back in a drafty apartment wondering if she could manage five more minutes under the warmth of the bedclothes.

The steam shifted, the light dimming for a second, and then Kellat was there.

He stepped into the spray, the water slicking his silver hair back from his face, and her brain performed its now-familiar trick of going completely offline. Without the leather uniform, he was somehow more intimidating, not less… a wall of muscle and scarred skin, his chest broad enough to block out the rest of the room from her view. But why would she want to look at the room when she could look at him? Pale lines cut across the tan of his skin, old scars that made her wince to look at.

“You’re still in here,” he said, his voice so deep and low it should be illegal. What it did to her definitely should be illegal.

“The water’s great.” She smiled up at him, her heart doing a frantic little dance at the sight of him she hoped he didn’t notice. “I think I might live here now. Can I get a mailbox delivered to the shower?”

His lips quirked, his expression amused, and he stepped closer. God, he was so much bigger than her. She barely came up to his chest.

“I think the captain might have an issue with that,” he said.

He reached past her for the soap, a thick gel that smelled of crushed herbs and was faintly metallic. Moving behind her, he settled his warm palms on her shoulders.