Adverse Effects
Saving Caeorleia Book Two
Published by Dreamspinner Press
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Excerpt:
Expletives
ran through Yaseke’s mind as he felt stirring under the shirt. That was the
last thing they needed. It was darker, but not dark enough to hide… that. He
ran through a litany of disgusting things, each image worse than the next,
trying to take his mind off the fact Dade’s hands were right there, so close to
his cock.
“Almost….”
Dade exhaled hard in frustration, leaning over to better see the tightened knot
in the near-darkness. “Yes! Got it!” He tugged hard on the knot and pulled it
open.
Yaseke
couldn’t hold back his groan or the way his cock began to harden rapidly. He
glanced down just as the sides of the shirt opened and exposed the way it
jutted from his groin. Dade reared back.
“Oh.
Shit. Um.”
Yaseke
wanted to die of embarrassment. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to push
Dade’s head down until his lips touched Yaseke’s aching need and swallowed it
whole.
A
vibrating hum tickled his shypsoid
bone.
Dade was
laughing. Not just that, he was even doing what Ryker called giggling.
Indignation
filled Yaseke at first, but then he smiled. Humor welled up inside him, and he
hummed in amusement. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock against his stomach
and the other yanking on the shirt until it came out from under him. He sank
back down and covered himself up with the shirt. Spread out, it covered quite a
bit more of him.
Dade
collapsed back in the leaves. “Sorry, sorry,” he gasped.
Yaseke
shook his head ruefully. “Shouldn’t I be the one apologizing to you? You were
just trying to help me, and I sorta stood up in salute.”
Dade
started snickering again.
Yaseke’s
voice rose. “Well, it’s not like I could help it. You do know that our isitziu are compatible, right? You were
almost touching me, and your breath was so warm on my stomach. It just
happened.”
Dade’s
laugh faded. He shifted uncomfortably, then shivered when a hard gust pushed
through the trees. “Can we talk about that?” he asked slowly. He rubbed at his
neck and then lay back down.
“What do
you want to know?” Yaseke fought back a yawn. He was shocked Dade was still
willing to lie there so close to him, though Yaseke knew the attraction wasn’t
only on his side. Accepting, much less adapting to a new planet and species the
way Dade was trying to do, wouldn’t come so easy.
“I don’t
understand it, these marks and the attraction between us. What does it mean to
be compatible?”
Yaseke
considered how to answer. “Well, I don’t know all the medical jargon, but
basically our isitziu markings are
part of our cellular biology. Almost like gender characteristics, actually. But
these go beyond male or female to a more basic compatibility. They indicate
genetic matches to produce ideal offspring, which is why our pheromones seem to
appeal so much to someone with similar markings.”
“So,
there’s no choice involved? It’s all just a chemically induced biological
imperative to breed together?”
Shaking
his head, Yaseke smiled. “You haven’t claimed me yet, have you? Being close to
me hasn’t forced you to join with me, even though we both feel the attraction.”
Dade
shifted. He sounded embarrassed when he spoke. “I’m not exactly Caeorleian,
though.”
“Close
enough.” He could barely make out the side of Dade’s face, just a hint of his
profile. “We could join right now, if we both wanted to. But it takes more than
just being compatible, for most of us. Ryker and Seral were different. They are
more compatible than any I’ve ever seen, their markings virtually identical.
The doctors have postulated it is because he got a purer injection of Seral’s
DNA than you and Nicklaus. You may not be full-blooded, but even Caeorleians
can resist the pull. Fieo has not touched the other male who came from the
ship, Nicklaus. I believe they will join in besedad
sooner rather than later, though.”
“Nicklaus
needs time. He suffered too much. Inside, he’s scared to death, all the time.
It’s awful.”
Yaseke
frowned. “You all did, Dade. You all suffered.”
“Not the
same. It wasn’t the same thing at all.”
Author Bio:
Alicia Nordwell
is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find
an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead.
Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the
third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get
out.
Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!
She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.
Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!
She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.
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