Free Rhal Part 3 (Scifi Alien Serial Romance) (The Ujal) by Erin Tate

Chapter One
     
    Cara stared at the door, wishing Rhal would stride through, while also wishing he’d stay away forever. Neither would make her happy, and yet she prayed for both. Her mind wanted her to tell Rhal to go fuck himself while her body was filled with “come fuck me, Rhal.”
    At the moment, with his blood coursing through her veins, she realized the fuck-me feelings were winning. Crap.
    He’d stuck around long enough to have blood withdrawn from his arm, his muscle tensing with the jab of the needle and then the red liquid filled the small vial. The second Sece withdrew the hollow needle, he rolled his sleeve down, uncaring if any blood stained the fabric. He strode to the doorway, gave her a curt nod as some sort of screwed up “goodbye” and disappeared.
    That was hours ago? Maybe? She wasn’t too sure because the second his blood hit hers, she was lost. Lost to a wildly twining ball of sensation that seemed to torture and pleasure her in equal measure. It burned at first, the life fluid sliding through her veins and plucking all her nerves. Plucking? No, scraping as if razor blades. She was being torn apart from inside out, slicing and dicing her flesh until she was surprised her skin didn’t split.
    Then came the pleasure, the wave of relief and arousal that made her body sing, made her scraped nerves vibrate with growing ecstasy.
    Yeah, she hated him those first few seconds, but now she loved him.
    And that made her hate herself because she’d worked through her love for him, hadn’t she? It’d been decided—by him mostly—that they wouldn’t be together. And now, because she’d needed to taste him if only once, she was tied to him for the rest of their lives.
    One look at his face when he’d left told her he wasn’t too happy about that.
    Well, she wasn’t exactly happy with hard nipples and a pussy that wanted a long hard ride on the Penis Train. So, they were even.
    Her skin heated further, stretched tautly and begging for a stroke, a pet… something that would ease the ache building between her thighs. Sweat glistened on her skin, her scales flitting out and then disappearing again with each panting breath. She wanted to be touched, and she ached to be left alone. She wanted a kiss from him almost as much as she wanted to punch the male for doing this to her.
    “Cara?” Sece’s tinkling voice grated on her nerves, but her momma taught her better than to rage at a random stranger. She’d hold onto her bitchfest until Rhal got back.
    “Yeah?” The word came out no more than a whisper even if she felt she was yelling.
    “Tell me what you’re feeling.” This time her voice was softer, but that didn’t help all that much. Not when she felt like they’d set her on fire.
    She forced her eyes open, not even realizing she’d closed them at some point, and stared at the woman. A delicate sprinkling of scales dusted her cheeks, her skin was a delicate shade of pale teal, and there was something about her face… It was ethereal, human yet different. Her coloring spoke of being Ujal, the scales an obvious indicator, but there was something…
    “My dam is Gozime.”
    Cara sputtered, embarrassment overriding her need for Rhal for a moment. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to… It…” She sighed. “I’m sorry.”
    Knowing her mother was Gozime explained a lot though. The closest thing Earth could equate a Gozime’s appearance was faeries. They were delicate and ethereal and totally imaginary. But staring at Sece in the flesh, Cara began to wonder if that were true.
    The young female frowned. “Why are you sorry? You were curious. I am curious about your feelings and do not feel sorry about your body’s reaction to Rhal’s blood. Why should you apologize for being curious?”
    “My what to who?”
    Sece whipped out a data pad and tapped the screen. “Please tell me if you are feeling any of the following. Breast sensitivity?” Her teal eyes blinked and for a split second she