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  “People!” I yell to be heard over their noise but to no avail.

  If anything, they grow louder. A short distance away from the riser, a fistfight breaks out, and the crowd shifts as some try to get away and others try to join in.

  “Stop!” I yell.

  I’m losing control. Visidion leaps onto the riser, making his way towards me. The mated Zmaj are grabbing their mates and moving them away.

  A low, thrumming vibration starts. It’s a low bass, so low and deep it throbs in my bones, growing louder until it feels like I’m being shaken apart from the inside. It’s affecting everyone. The crowd stops, crossing their arms over themselves, looking around in confusion.

  Searching for a source I spot Cenar. He’s crouched low, one hand touching the ground. He’s the source of the sound. It continues until the entire crowd has stopped, too busy trying to hold their insides together to be interested in fighting each other any longer. Cenar rises and smiles at me. Arching an eyebrow, I return his smile.

  “This isn’t fair,” Gershom says, sweating for the first time.

  Noticing him sweat, I realize something. He’s been taking epis. None of his followers can be in this heat without sweating bullets. He’s been on epis, probably the entire time. So much for his human-first, reject-the-Zmaj rhetoric.

  “Gershom, please rise,” I say.

  He shakes his head, face pale, hands gripping the desk in front of him. Two guards step forward and pull him to his feet.

  “You have been found guilty,” I say, letting the words hang in the air.

  Tears run down his face.

  “No, this isn’t right,” he says.

  Everyone waits, with a quiet so deep I can hear the crowd breathing as if in sync with each other. Judgment has come for Gershom. On one side of the crowd, Sarah catches my eye. She’s standing straight and stiff, surrounded by Gershom’s supporters. She’s chewing on her bottom lip as a tear slides down her face. My heart aches looking at her, but we’re doing what we have to do.

  “Your punishment must fit your crimes,” I say. “And to that end, you will be exiled.”

  He looks up, shock on his face. Blinking rapidly he looks right and left then back to me.

  “Exiled?” he exhales.

  “Yes,” I say. “Exiled. Those who wish to follow you may. You will be given supplies for a week and sent on your way. You are no longer welcome in the City or at the Tribe.”

  He shakes his head once more, then looks up and the slow smile spreads across his face.

  “Fine,” he says.

  “Help him out of the dome,” I order, then look out at the crowd. “We are at a turning point. Those of you who will not accept that our future lies in our friendship with the Zmaj may follow Gershom. No one will stop you. But if you so choose, you are no longer welcome here. No longer will the City be a place of intolerance and hate. That is the past. We are closing the door on it. Our future is dependent on each of us. Only in working together can we rise above the challenges to our survival and become what we are truly capable of. Only in working together can we create a better future for our children.”

  The crowd murmurs, turning their attention to each other and discussing their options. I slam my gavel down on the desk, closing the proceedings.

  Visidion falls in next to me as I make my way into the building and back up to my apartments.

  32

  Rosalind

  “It seems your faith paid off,” Visidion says, placing his hands on my waist as we walk into my apartment.

  “Yes,” I say, turning into his embrace.

  We kiss, a long, slow kiss that only whets my appetite for more. Breaking from him, I take both his hands in mine, and walk backwards, pulling him along with me. He grins, following. Elation makes my steps light. Everything has gone according to plan.

  Visidion rushes forward, grabbing my waist and lifting, putting me over his shoulder and running forward.

  “Hey!” I cry out and he laughs.

  I’m Struggling against his grip, but not too hard. He turns and works us through the door to my bedroom. Lifting me with one hand, he pushes me up towards the ceiling and moves me. Holding me as if I weigh nothing he claims a kiss. His tongue, dominant as ever, drives into my mouth, staking his claim with this first penetration.

  Lowering me against him, he holds me off my feet and moves to the bed. Hooking an arm under my legs he cradles my body then lowers me to the bed. His kisses are ravenous as he moves across my neck and down. I pull my shirt over my head, letting my breasts fall free. He grabs them in both hands and takes the tip of the left in his mouth.

  His rough tongue laps at my nipple, which tightens in response. Sensation pulses out from that sensitive point. He rolls the hard nub with his tongue, sucking and releasing, while his left hand works the other nipple to an erect point.

  My pussy is so wet my panties are getting soaked. A familiar, tight ring of fire and the empty ache of need, desiring to be filled, forms inside my core. He works my breasts until I’m in a frenzy. Arching up into him, hips grinding against his pants, I’m begging for the release of his cock penetrating deep.

  His lips clamp on my other tit, sucking hard, pulling my erect nipple. Pleasure explodes outward in a blinding rush. His hard cock pushes insistently against the cloth separating my pussy from it. I run my fingers through his hair, and my grip tightens, pulling.

  He pulls off my tit, keeping me pinned down with the weight of his body. Rising onto his knees, he grabs my pants and pulls them off my hips, taking my panties along with them. His eyes devour me. He’s trailing his hands along my sides and down my legs, making me shiver. I place my hands on his chest, and find that his scales are unusually warm to the touch. Their rough edges excite my fingertips as I trace the lines across him, feeling the hard muscles beneath the protective layer.

  RI undo his pants and they drop to his knees. His cock bounces between us, pulsing with desire.

  Keeping one hand on his chest, I put my left on my chest, tracing slow circles around my breast, working up to the hard nipple. His eyes follow my hand with an eager intensity. I bite my lower lip as my hand drifts down, across my stomach, towards my core. His eyelids drift down to half, his cock pulses up and down, screaming his desire.

  Slowly I slide my hand across my middle and down between my legs. Visidion hisses as my hand passes my thighs. I spread them out so he has an unobstructed view.

  Cupping myself in my hand, I rub up and down slowly with very light pressure. It’s a pleasing sensation, but my clit pounds needfully, wanting more. Visidion’s hand drifts to his cock as he watches me, and slowly he strokes his shaft from head to balls.

  “Yes,” he exhales, rising to his feet and standing at the end of the bed.

  In a blur he grabs my hips and slides my ass to the edge of the bed, bending my legs back and forcing me to open even wider. I’m completely exposed as he lowers to his knees between my legs.

  “More,” he says, his voice tight and edging towards a guttural sound.

  I obey, rubbing my wet pussy with all four fingers. He kisses along my inner thigh but his eyes never leave my hand working myself. My desire climbs as he kisses closer to my core.

  Wetness covers my fingers and pussy lips. I increase the pressure of my fingers until my clit throbs. Tightness in my core is overwhelming, consuming me.

  Hot breath crosses my working fingers as he moves over to my other thigh, kissing his way back to my knee. I’m moving my fingers faster, my desire increasing, and finally my need is overwhelming.

  Reaching my knee he stands up, placing himself between my legs. His massive cock hangs in the air over my pussy.

  “Fuck me,” I groan.

  Glancing up, he shakes his head no, grabbing his huge dick in one hand and stroking it. Eyes roaming over my body, he strokes himself to me. Warmth rushes through my body watching him masturbate to me. The way his eyes roam, drinking me in, makes my desire even higher. I press hard and focus on my cli
t, edging closer to an orgasm.

  “More,” he exhales, hand stroking his cock faster.

  My eyes drifting closed, pleasure overwhelming all other thoughts, two fingers slide into my wet tunnel, filling me.

  “Mmm,” I groan, finding some satisfaction in being filled.

  “Yessss,” he hisses.

  Spreading myself open, I move my free hand from his chest to my clit and work it in a frenzy. My hips rise and fall uncontrollably, desire claiming my body. Thrusting up towards his cock. He groans, loud.

  Grabbing my hips, he lifts me up. He brings his cock to my opening and shoves it in without preamble. Each ridge sliding in brings pleasure to new heights. I’m swept away on wave after wave of sensations consuming my body.

  “Rosalind!” he cries, his huge cock filling my pussy to its limit.

  Stretching, my soft, pink walls expand to accommodate his huge girth. He fills me with his pulsating hard member. The walls of my pussy clamp down on him, vibrating in response to the intensity of the pleasure. I’m on the edge and about to fall.

  As he pulls back, the ridges of his cock moving out ignite a burning fire deep inside. I’m gasping and his cock is out.

  “Visidion!” I scream as he slams it in to me to the hilt.

  The hard ridge at the base of his shaft touches my clit, and I’m sent over the edge into total wild abandon. My body is beyond control. Hips move up and down, pushing up to meet his thrust in and retreating in time with him. Heart pounding in my ears in time with the pounding in my clit. Each time he hits bottom, the touch of that hard bone to my clit makes me cry out.

  Over and over he slams in, meeting my rising hips, until he slams and holds. His grip on my ass tightens, holding me against him. His cock is buried, I feel it spasm, and my pussy responds in kind. Muscles contracting, quivering as an orgasm rips through my body. Every muscle tightens, my toes curl, and my heart pounds.

  Time stops as we join in our mutual pleasure.

  It passes slowly, small aftershocks of the orgasm clenching my body, lessening each time until at last he lets me go and I collapse on the bed, feeling like jello.

  He pulls out as I drop to the bed, his now-soft cock hanging between his legs, but then his second cock rises, ready to continue.

  Smiling, our eyes meet. He trails his fingers softly along my body, exploring, giving me time to prepare before he uses his second dick.

  “I love you,” he says, soft and tender.

  “I love you,” I say, hands trailing across his hard abs, down to his massive shaft.

  MHe lies down next to me. Hard cock resting on my leg, he lies on his side, running his fingers though my hair. Rising onto an elbow I push against his shoulder and he responds to my intention, lying on his back. His massive dick stands like a flagpole. Ready and at attention. Swinging a leg over him I position his dick at my opening.

  If he went in easy before it doesn’t compare to how my body accepts him now. It slides in without hesitation, my body drinking in his cock like a man dying of thirst. Hanging my head down, I watch it sliding into me, biting my lip as it does. Shivers run up and down my spine as I grunt and groan, the pleasure rocking my body as he fills me yet again.

  His hands land on my hips, making circles on my ass, running up my sides and along my spine. Liquid fire on my skin where he touches, trailing it along with him.

  Lowering onto him until I’m resting on top of him, filled to my limit by his huge cock.

  Rotating my hips in a slow circle, grinding against the hard nub that fits so perfectly against my clit.

  My core tightens with each rotation, my clit responding to the pressure, my pussy filled with his ridged, huge cock. He grabs my tits in both hands, pulling on the nipples. Throwing my head back, I groan.

  Panting, I rotate faster, and then he moans, hands clenching my tits tightly as his hands spasm.

  Rocking back and forth, I focus the pleasure straight onto my clit, moving it across the bone protrusion made just for this.

  Moaning, I gasp with each thrust of my hips forward. Visidion grabs my hips and lifts me up then lowers me down, and we both cry out in pleasure. Loving the sensation, I rise up and down on his pulsating dick, riding him and forcing his cock in and out of my wet pussy.

  His hand slaps on my ass as I bottom him out inside me, the soft sting accenting the pleasure of his cock filling me. Leaning over, my lips find his. Passion consumes us both. Our kiss is filled with it. His lips claim me, his tongue drives into my mouth in time with his cock thrusting up into my pussy.

  Sensation builds, and once more my body takes over. Pleasure claims every nerve, sensation is overwhelming, taking me. Driving him in and out, moaning into his kiss, I’m overtaken by desire.

  My body stiffens. I’m groaning, eyes rolling into my head—I’m shaken to the core by the strength of the orgasm. I’m left panting in exhaustion as small quakes continue after the main wave has hit. I collapse onto his chest and we kiss again, but now its soft and gentle. The bulk of our passion is spent, leaving in its burning wake sensations of satisfaction. In a strange way, I feel complete.

  LA hole I didn’t realize I had is gone. I’m more when I’m with him. I have in him someone to share my burdens with, a thing I’ve never had before.

  He takes my hand in his as we cuddle together, basking in the afterglow. Soft shivers continue to run through my body as the last vestiges of pleasure unwind.

  “You’re beautiful,” he says, kissing each finger of my hand.

  “Thank you,” I say, hooking my leg over him.

  “You haven’t had the tremors,” he says, looking at my hand.

  FI realize he’s right. I’ve been so busy I hadn’t noticed.

  “True,” I say in surprise.

  He smiles.

  “Epis has healing properties,” he says.

  “I know,” I agree. “Perhaps it is better.”

  “It is. The future is ours,” he says. “You made the right decision. I’m sorry I didn’t see it before but I do now.”

  Smiling, I lean in and kiss him. The understanding between us is good.

  “It won’t be easy,” I say. “There’s a lot we have to do, but we’ve made a big stride forward.”

  “Why was Sarah so sad at the trial?” he asks, tracing circles across my skin with his forefinger.

  “She is brave,” I say. “And she is doing the hardest thing I’ve ever had to ask anyone to do.”

  “Oh?” he asks, rising up onto his elbow to look at me directly.

  “Yes,” I say, frowning. “She is my mole in Gershom’s camp.”

  His smile spreads from ear to ear.

  “I knew it,” he says. “You always think three steps into the future.”

  Smiling, I rise and kiss him.

  “The future can wait,” I say, breaking the kiss. “Today, let’s enjoy our victory.”

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  Take a Human female as a mate on the off chance of saving his race? Absurd.

  At least that's what Prince Elorshin Do'ana thinks. It's true, the Alvan race is dying. There have been no new births in years and if they don't do something, their entire race is doomed. However, Elorshin doesn't want to bind himself to a mate that can't fully share in the fated bond that all Alvan crave. Forced into a marriage by a House more powerful than his own, Prince Elorshin doesn't think he will ever know happiness, that is until he meets his bright, luscious bride.

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elan wants two things, one of which she will never have. Love and a baby. The second can't happen, not as long as she's on Earth. Population control is too strict. When she sees an advertisement for the Celestial Mates Dating Agency she decides to take the chance. After all, what future does she have on an overpopulated Earth? She agrees to marry the hot, seven foot tall, indigo alien with sparkling emerald eyes and oddly sexy fangs.

  He struggles with the war between what his body craves and what his heart needs. Somehow, Margot must get past the language barrier and forge the connection Elorshin so desperately desires. A love that Houses will go to war for.

  A Baby for the Alien Prince is a stand alone novel in the Celestial Mates Shared Universe. It is a science fiction romance story with a stubborn alien and an equally stubborn human female, plenty of action-packed adventure, and hot, steamy alien romance!

  ELORSHIN

  I stalk toward Margot, furious that she would demean herself in such a way.

  A Princess should never have to dirty her hands with manual labor. It is unbecoming to her position, to me, and to House Do'ana.

  Her eyes widen as I close the distance between us.

  Even in my anger, I note the deep brown of the gown she is wearing and how well it compliments her coloring and the dangerous curves of her body.

  Curves I want to mold with my hands.

  "Leave us!" I bark out as I reach my tiny mate. I stay in place in front of her as everyone leaves the room. "Why are you cleaning?"

  She shakes her head, frowning in confusion.

  I know she cannot understand me, but I say it anyway.

  "You are not a servant here! Cleaning and working are not your duties!" I say, my voice low with frustration.

  She frowns and says something back in a sharp tone, not at all apologetic.

  I feel my anger surge again.

  She does not yet know our ways, and yet she argues with me?