13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

A melia screamed long and hard. She felt his pointed teeth cut through muscle and connective tissue with the precision of a hot knife through butter. There was no way she was going to survive this. Zylar was a healer; he should have known better. She said her prayers and watched as her short life flashed before her eyes, because yes, it was a thing. Then prepared to meet her maker as she felt something cooling going through her shoulder. It took the pain with it, leaving her feeling shaken and then the pleasure came.

That's how she knew she was dead. There was no way to feel pleasure with someone's sharp pointed teeth slicing into her shoulder. Even if that someone is Zylar. When he withdrew his teeth, she looked at her shoulder, expecting to see large bloody wounds. Instead, she watched flesh mend from the inside out.

That should have been enough to mesmerize her for days, but something else demanded her attention. It felt like a second heartbeat was in her chest. The heartbeat was slower than hers. Her heart was beating in time with the hooves of a stallion stalling the race. When her heartbeat stuttered, she panicked. Zylar was there talking to her, making her breathe through what was happening.

"You're feeling your connection with me as we become one." There were several sarcastic and cutting comments she wanted to make, but right now she was holding on and hoping to live through this.

"Why?" It was the best she could do, and she wanted to know why he was putting her through this pain.

"It's how a healer and empath mate."

"Stupid healer." It was out before she thought about it, but in the end, she agreed with her word. If he weren't a healer, she wouldn't be in pain. His laugh helped. It made her stop struggling internally and breathe with him. The slower her breathing, the better her heart was at following his until it was beating slowly but steadily. She was going to live and her heart beating slower might be a good thing. The jury was out on that one.

"Did you know that was going to happen?"

"On Diza, a healer and their mate link up. Did I know it could happen with a human? No."

"Were there female healers on Diza?" She knew the women on his planet were killed by the Tan-ge, but she wondered if they were emancipated or resigned to cooking, cleaning, and birthing the babies.

"Some of the best healers were females. I had a colleague who taught me everything I know. She was female." The pain-filled smile on his face made Amelia reach out to soothe him. She hadn't wanted to cause him pain.

"Maybe one day you can tell me all about her and we'll celebrate her life together."

"Your compassion knows no bounds. Too bad your family can't see the female I see. They would hurt themselves to take you back. Their loss is my gain."

"I'm not sure what you see, but who am I to argue with you?"

"Remember that in the morning." He Ran his hand down her cheek to her neck and then to the shoulder he bit. It was sensitive, but not painful. When he kissed it, she felt connected to him. That kiss went through her, proclaiming that she was his.

"I won't be in a one-sided relationship." Her voice was hoarse from denying herself the pleasure of crying out at how good he was making her feel.

"What is this one-sided relationship?" His hands traced their way down to her breasts. Now, he was slowly licking around her nipple like he was tasting her skin and getting to know the hills and the valleys.

"I'm tied to you, but you walk free and can be with anyone you want." When he took her nipple into his mouth, she couldn't help but cry out. Her nipple tightened like a bud in his mouth before it flowered, leaving nothing but pleasure and joy in its wake.

"If you think this is the case, bite me."

What the heck? Amelia couldn't bite him. She had blunt teeth, not fangs. She was human, not Diza. That didn't stop her from putting her nose against his shoulder and breathing in his earthly male scent. She laughed because it had to be a Diza scent, but maybe the two planets scented the same. She could scent trees and freshly cut grass with a hint of wildness that came from the sea. His scent was beyond pleasant. She wanted to roll around in it and wear it like perfume.

She lifted her head to kiss him, and before she knew it, she was biting through his shoulder. Her canine teeth had grown. They were sharp and deadly. Her subconscious was trying to understand what was happening while her conscious was claiming this male as hers. They could come for him, but they would have to get through her, and she was suddenly dangerous. She withdrew her teeth and licked at his wounds, watching them heal the same way hers did.

"I feel you here." He took her hand and placed it on his chest. She felt his heartbeat and then caught the faint feel of her heart beating in his chest.

"None of this makes sense." She couldn't explain it, but it happened, and she was here to bear witness to the human growing canine teeth and biting the male. If this were on TV, she'd laugh and say what a crazy imagination the writers had. Which reminded her to look around in case she was being punked. No one was here except the two of them.

"Not one-sided," he growled.

No, it wasn't. He was with her in this. She didn't know if she should be happy or sad. Her life wasn't a bed of roses. She rose up, and by the way, his heart started beating faster. To him, she knew she looked like some ancient primal goddess come to claim what was hers. The joy that spread through her body couldn't be denied. It was all because of this male lying on the bed beneath her.

"I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but tonight belongs to us." Amelia straddled Zylar and planted the hottest kiss she had on him. The growl that came from him made her quake with want. She couldn't remember the last time she wanted a male like this. She felt like she'd die if she didn't have him soon.

"Is this—" She kissed him again, cutting off his words. He was going to ask her to think, to be sure this was what she wanted. She'd been thinking since she met him. Most of her thoughts got her in trouble, unless she thought about being with him like this.

"No more thinking. Either you want me, or you don't." He flipped her over before she could think.

"I'm a bossy bottom." He laughed and turned her just enough to swat her ass. She moaned and stuck it out a little further. He caressed her ass before swatting it again. This time, he placed kisses over it before he went back to her breasts.

"I love the way they bounce and sway." She laughed; it was mid-range somewhere around an alto but everyone who heard it smiled when she laughed with genuine joy.

"Most men feel the same way." He growled, not wanting to hear about another male. He pressed her head to his chest, putting her mouth to work.

Amelia's tongue darted out to lick his skin. A soft moan came from her as she did it again. He was salty the way she thought skin should feel, but there was also a bit of sweetness that made her want to gobble him up.

Her hands went down his back, feeling the prominent bones of his spine. They were rounder and thicker than hers. She played with him, enjoying the soft growls he made before she started sucking on his nipple. It was a little recessed. The more she sucked, the harder it became; it snuck out of its little cave to give her better access.

She rubbed her pussy against his leg while his hands moved over her body, getting a feel for her. He leaned up before looking at her.

"Your skin feels like silk, and I love how you respond to my touch." His fingers trailed down her body until he was playing with her ribcage. His mouth must have gotten jealous because soon it was licking, kissing, and nibbling where his fingers were playing.

Amelia's body arched. Soft moans came from her as the sensation of his hands and mouth turned her world upside down. There were zings of electricity in her body that connected to her nerve endings, taking her higher. All he was doing was touching and caressing her, but she felt like he had a direct path to her clit. She squirmed, feeling like she was going to come out of her skin or off the bed. Whichever came first but not until after she felt his fingers on her pussy and clit.

She pushed him on his chest until he went to his back. She straddled him and kissed his chest, making her way down. Her hands stopped caressing his muscles. She loved how sleek he was. His body reminded her of a pro swimmer. He was all long lines and sleek muscle. She could have wept at the beauty on display. Her mind questioned the word beauty, but she ignored it. There had been too many times in her life recently that she judged people on the outside and not by who they were on the inside. Zylar was beautiful inside and out.

She trembled as his hand played with her spine and back before he brought a hand to her ass. When he spanked her lightly, she could feel her pussy spasm. She moaned louder, enjoying his hand on her ass. She never knew she had a spanking kink, and she was all right with it.

She worked her hand down to his cock. "Damn." Not only was it thick, it was long. It was big enough for her to worry about whether she could take all of him. She ran her hand up and down his cock, exploring it and the puff of skin that didn't have a reason for being there. She'd ask him about it later.

He lifted her so that he could reach her. Holding her with one hand, the other hand explored her belly and then went down to the triangle between her legs. When he caressed her slit, she trembled. The feeling of this blunt, calloused finger on her sensitive skin made her want to come on his face.

"You keep doing that and I won't be responsible for what happens here." She warned him, but hoped he didn't listen. She was hoping the caveman would come out to play. Me, big strong man. You, tiny woman who knows not what she says. She laughed, then screamed when he sat her on his face. His tongue delved deep into her pussy while his fingers played with her clit. He rolled her clit around and then sucked on it as it swelled.

Amelia whimpered from his attention, but her pussy was feeling empty. She rubbed over his face as his fingers pushed deep into her pussy scissoring and brought her sensations that made the word pleasure seem like an afterthought. She rode his fingers, getting closer to an orgasm as he added a third finger and sucked on her clit.

Zings of intense need and want went through her body as she shook. Her thighs tightened around his face as he brought his free hand to her ass, caressed it, and then smacked it. She bowed like she was being ripped apart, but the high-keening sound that came from her said differently. She was encouraging him to go further, to take her higher. Her chest bounced as she rocked on his face.

He devoured her clit and played with her pussy until he switched. His fingers went to her clit, clamping down on the sensitive nodule. his mouth and tongue went to her pussy. She screamed as her orgasm came ripping through her like a high tide. She gasped as she kept rocking. He never stopped encouraging her to go higher, and she did. She saw the angels. That was a thought for later. She was floating amongst the heavens, dancing on the clouds with Zylar.

"One day, I'll show you my home."

Amelia was too exhausted to move when Zylar laid her on top of him and she pressed kisses onto his shoulders before her eyes closed.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she woke to alarms going off and red strobe lights in their room.