Saturday, October 15, 2011

Malathix Soul: Jagged by Ayla Ruse

Malathix Soul: Jagged

by Ayla Ruse
Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-702-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal
Series: Malathix Soul
Length: Novella

Camden Royst lives by a code of honesty and logic. When he bonds with his human, it's without the emotional upheavals his crewmates suffer. But instead of making his life easier, everything falls to pieces. His female isn't happy, and for the life of him he can't understand why.
Deidre Parker always dreamed of being swept off her feet by a tall, handsome alien. When Camden walks into her life, she thinks he's her dream come true. Except, he won't open up to her, and he picks and chooses what parts of his life she can see. Frustrated, she knows she can't live with a half-sided arrangement. Even if her heart's breaking without him.
Camden and Deidre finally decide to lay all their cards on the table, but when all is said and done, will what they reveal be enough to repair their damaged hearts, or will it leave them separate, with jagged ends?
Malathix Soul: Jagged
Ayla Ruse
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Ayla Ruse

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Warm hands brushed her bare belly, and Deidre Parker sighed, smiling in her sleep. Ah, my dream's finally getting good. She moved pliantly under the dream hands, turning to her back, lifting her hips as her boy shorts slid down and off her legs. Precise touches ran over her calves, across her knees, up her thighs. She parted her legs at the hands' slightest push, and a hot breath of air fanned her exposed sex. Her cami shirt, rucked up under her breasts, irritated her so she tugged it off, wanting, needing to have nothing between her skin and Camden, for she knew whose hands touched her. Whose mouth now -- yes! -- covered her sex. She only ever dreamt of Camden Royst, alien extraordinaire... and asshole of relationships.
"Camden," she called softly. She wavered in her dream, hoping, and yet afraid these sensations were real.
"Mmm." A muffled reply traveled to her ears before his open mouth pressed against her. His skilled tongue touched her deep, and big arms slid under her thighs, shifting her legs over his shoulders while his hands curved around her belly.
Not opening her eyes, Deidre undulated slowly on the bed as Camden continued to satisfy her. The more she rocked against his mouth, the more her dream dissolved and reality set in. Camden was in her bed. No dream this time.
That he was really here didn't startle her as much as she thought it would. Maybe because she'd been dreaming of his lovemaking so much lately. His soul, within her, wouldn't let her rest some nights in her increasing need for the solid weight of his body covering hers. Now that he was here, in her bed, making her head spin, she knew she should push him out. The words formed in her head, but instead of telling him to go away, she asked between breathless pants, "Why have you been away so long?"
He stopped and lifted his head away from her.
"No. Don't stop," she told him, reaching out to grab fistfuls of thick hair. She shoved his head back down, and with a chuckle that vibrated against her clit, he resumed pleasuring her.
So many questions ran through her head. It'd been nearly six months since she'd seen him. She should throw him out --
No, his soul in her cried out.
Deidre mentally soothed his soul, her new best friend, and reassured it that even though she was not happy with how Camden handled their relationship, she wasn't about to turn him away now that she was finally so close --
"So close... oh, so close, Camden. Don't stop. Yes... yes... YES!"
Deidre shattered. Her thighs squeezed his head, and her hands tugged on his hair as her orgasm ricocheted through her body.
When she finally released him, she opened her eyes and soaked in the sight of her lover outlined against the soft morning light spilling through her window.
Camden pushed up to sit back on his heels and she melted again, just as she had when she'd first laid eyes on him a year ago. Now, he wore only a pair of jeans, leaving his broad, muscular chest exposed to her view. Thick arms, a wide neck and a formidable face always reminded Deidre of some forgotten barbarian warrior. His hair had grown since she'd last seen him, and the dark blond locks brushed the tops of his shoulders. He set one hand on his thigh and massaged his scalp with the other.
"Damn, woman. If you want me bald, just tell me. Don't go trying to pull the hair out."
Deidre smiled. Although she hadn't meant to hurt him, she wasn't sorry. He deserved no less. In truth, he didn't deserve to be in her bed, but she was weak when it came to him. To his body. To what he could do to her. The chill air of her cooling unit wafted across her heated labia, and she shuddered. In a glance she saw how his erection strained against his jeans. Her mouth watered and her pussy clenched, desperate to feel him again.
"Camden." Her voice sounded breathy and needy to her ears, and she cringed inside. She didn't want to come across as sappy, but right now, nothing else existed for her except him.
She spread her arms and let her trembling legs fall completely open. "It's been too long," she continued. "Your soul needs you." She'd added that last part intentionally. She didn't want to risk telling him the truth -- she needed him more. If she bared too much of her need for him, her heart would break all over again when he left. But she wouldn't think about that now. Now she'd take every drop of satisfaction she could squeeze from this male and treasure it inside.
Camden moved off the bed only as long as it took him to strip off his jeans. He returned, tucked his large thighs under hers and pulled her hips in close. She stared, fascinated as always, at his naked groin. According to Camden, Malathix males didn't grow pubic hair. She had no complaints, as there was nothing to obscure her view of his huge cock and the amazing indentations around the edges of his flared head. She recalled how that felt inside more than anything, and she'd swear her pussy quivered in anticipation.
"Now, Camden. I need you... in me."
He fit the head of his cock at her entrance and slipped the bulbous tip between her wet and swollen lips. Looking up, she locked her eyes with his. When his hands wrapped around her hips, he thrust hard, sheathing himself in one long stroke, and her back arched off the bed. She gasped, forgetting and remembering all at once how completely he filled her body.
God, it'd been too long.

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