Free In His Alien Hands by C.L. Scholey, Juliet Cardin

every action, was controlled by him.
    He peeled her shirt from her, trapping her raised hands in the fabric. He buried his face within her breasts, and soon his roaming lips latched to a nipple. It had been so long since a man sucked her flesh. She wiggled, but he held her easily, moving lower to remove her short pants. The females she had seen wore nothing to cover their breasts, but Meadow wasn’t that bold in public. She pulled her hands loose and placed them on his shoulders.
    For a moment he floated before her. An array of bubbles settled enough for her to gaze at his engorged cock. He waited. They were both naked, her hair haloed her head. The choice was hers. She could see once she gave permission he would take her as he pleased. Choose life. She nodded, there were no words she could say.
    He pulled her against him, creating an astounding amount of bubbles. She knew why; she would need more air. When Arax thrust up between her legs Meadow gasped and sucked in a deep breath. She was weightless in the water, which made Arax seem even stronger. It took her a moment to realize that when Arax said he’d take her in the water he meant under the water until finished.
    Arax moved so swiftly against her Meadow could hardly breathe. The bubbles he produced to keep her alive swirled around her face and neck, lightly bouncing off her skin. His cock filled her, staying ramrod straight and hard. His pumping, grinding motion slid her ass against the floor. They remained on the bottom of the ocean in the shallow cove deemed safe by Arax. The current flowed through the gills on either side of his face, barely visible. He was powerful and brutal.
    His large arms wrapped tightly around her. His actions were wild and uninhibited. The soft sand under her ass and back was a pleasant friction. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He was in his normal form, not his morphed warrior size. They weren’t deep enough to warrant his eyes gray film to appear and cloud his beautiful stare. He was watching her reaction.
    Being underwater they were exposed to predators, but Arax seemed oblivious to anything but her. She was in her mate’s other world. I went from death’s door to having a mate and a daughter.
    Underwater was a world within a world with exciting beings. Meadow wanted to explore everything, but right now she concentrated on her next breath, on his hands and lips. On land Arax became part of the land, it was the same for him within the ocean. His penetration was deeper, more demanding, animalistic. If she were to remain with him, she needed to understand all parts of him.
    Brutality and beauty were breathtaking. The cove was surrounded by high walls of coral. Light permeated the pool, giving her amazing glimpses. There wasn’t a dangerous fish to be seen, though she sensed none would dare approach. But she looked her fill at the smaller fish, brilliant yellows and blues that darted about with abandon. The coral surrounding them held treasures darting within holes. The strange sound of the water filled her ears. Arax continued his wild ride, his stamina ceased to amaze her when wrapped in power.
    The slight current rocked them back and forth as gently as Arax thrust brutally. Meadow’s hair bathed their faces. She lifted her hand to cup the back of his neck. Her nipples hardened with the cooler water flowing into the cove on waves. Arax arched her back with his hand wrapped in her hair. He latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. Meadow reached up and braced herself on a rock, her hand trying to grip the smooth surface of the stone. Her mouth opened wide, trying to suck in air bubbles.
    Their surroundings were as beautiful as her release when she came. Arax tossed back his head and bellowed. Oddly enough the sound wasn’t distorted by the water. A small school of teeny fish that had gathered scattered.
    As Arax slowed he pressed her cheek against his chest in a loving gesture. Meadow released the rock and wrapped her arms