Ajos: The Restitution - A Sci-fi Alien Romance, Book 1, стр. 37
Ajos stood as the ship's door swung open. “Keep watch, brother.”
Hopping out, he turned his head to the skies. “They will send more fighters once they realize they’ve lost contact with their comrades. I am sure of it.”
“Noted,” V’Alen said, rising as well.
Ajos glanced up at her, his eyes finding her effortlessly in the ship.
In one of his hands was that wicked spear of his, and the other was outstretched for her to take it.
She expected him to help her down when she grasped his hand. Instead, as soon as their fingers touched, he took hold of her hand and pulled her against him.
Kerena fell forward and the only place to land was on his chest.
Her body pressed against his as she slid down to stand on her own two feet, and a deep blush filled her cheeks immediately.
He was so hard, she could feel every single corded muscle underneath his clothing.
“Are you ready, Keh-reh-nah?”
Kerena nodded as he released her.
With one glance back at V’Alen, they began walking through undergrowth.
Ajos watched the human without disturbance.
Walking behind her, he could best protect them from any threats coming from the front or the back—not that there should be any but he’d learned a long time ago that he couldn’t ever be too careful.
Not only that, with her walking ahead, he could stare at her for as long as he wanted without her knowing. Creepy? Maybe. Did he care? Nope. At his height, he couldn’t see her face fully, but he could see the perky little nose she had jutting from her face. She seemed to scrunch it up a lot—a strange characteristic, if any.
She walked just in front of him, her eyes round pools as she stared into the forest.
Reaching over her, he slashed a vine out of their way. The edge of his spear cut through the thing quickly and cleared the path for them, making walking easier.
Absentmindedly, he rubbed his leg with his other hand.
The site where he’d administered the metcer cells ached a little, but he could already feel them working.
The little bio-organisms would cool him down and, hopefully, delay the heat.
That didn’t mean he was immune to everything, though.
He knew this for a fact because the memory of Keh-reh-nah’s body sliding down his was vivid in his mind.
She was so soft.
It felt as if her body could be molded against his, where he could keep her permanently pressed flush against him as his cock extruded, his seed sack bunched at his base as he thrust into her, ready to release his seed deep within her.
He wanted to see that pretty mouth of hers twist in pleasure as she called his name.
He wanted—
“Ajos?”
Ajos jerked a little as he focused on Keh-reh-nah. She’d stopped walking and was looking right at him, and he wasn’t sure how long she’d been doing so.
“Are you okay? You were…” she frowned a little, “…rumbling.”
Ajos cleared his throat.
“The rumbling…” he glanced around the forest, “it helps me to…”—now what silly lie could he come up with? He’d been rumbling at the thought of her beneath him, but he couldn’t tell her that—“…it helps me to concentrate.”
Keh-reh-nah looked at him funny, her eyes narrowing a little.
“O…kay,” she said, before she continued walking.
She knew he was lying.
Qef him.
His body wasn’t burning up so much, but his mind was, apparently.
The metcer cells couldn’t enter his brain to help him there. He’d have to control that himself.
Frowning at his lack of control, he checked his communicator as he tracked the source of the signal.
V’Alen was right. The thing kept cutting out, the direction changing now and then, but he was hoping they were heading in the right direction.
His gaze moved to Keh-reh-nah once more.
She still walked ahead, but close enough for him to reach out and touch her with one simple movement.
His gaze moved down her back.
The garment that she wore swayed as she walked.
It was short, showing her long pale legs and ending not far below what he could already tell was a shapely behind.
His gaze lingered on her skin.
In contrast to him and his people, she was so noticeably pale.
Granted, Shum’ai females tended to be paler than the rich minty-teal of the males, but he’d never seen one that had Keh-reh-nah’s ultimate lack of pigment.
And that’s because she wasn’t Shum’ai.
Not that it made a difference.
He was suitable for no female—Shum’ai or otherwise.
“These look so much like aloe vera, the resemblance is uncanny,” Keh-reh-nah muttered, pausing to look at a particularly fleshy plant.
She reached out to touch the leaves before pulling her hand back.
“I really can’t touch it. I don’t know if I’m allergic to it or anything like that,” she mumbled to herself again.
She stooped closer to the plant and grabbed a fallen branch from the ground to poke it with.
“Aloe vera has thorns on the leaves to protect it—a sort of defense mechanism. This plant is smooth all over,” she murmured. “Maybe it evolved like this because it had no threats to his existence.” She kept poking the plant before she glanced around them. “Not even insects?”
He realized that was a rhetorical question because she kept murmuring to herself.
“No predators…” She was frowning now. “Not even other predatory plants?” Her frown became almost severe.
She kept the fallen branch in her hand, stood up, and continued walking, her eyes studying the trees.
Watching her, he set a marker so they could find their way back easily, in case the instruments were still going haywire when they retrieved the “source.”
“No birds,” she muttered. “At least, I can’t see any.” She continued looking around. “It appears this forest is really wholly plant life. I can’t see nor hear any other creatures around us.”
A smile split Ajos’ face before he even realized he was amused.
She was so caught up in her ruminations, it appeared