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  Uma (Selkies 2)

  Alice Gaines

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  Table of Contents

  Uma (Selkies 2)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Alice Gaines

  Uma (Selkies 2)

  Alice Gaines

  Mark Stephenson came to Galapagos searching for his friend, Nate Adams. Instead, a mysterious naked woman appears. Mark instantly falls into lust, but could there be real feelings lurking under the surface?

  The rules of the Sisterhood allow Uma, a seal shapeshifter, one chance to mate with a human. Although she knows she must not bond with the man who will father her child, she wants Mark as her mate. But how will Mark deal with the fact she’s been lying to him?

  Chapter One

  Uma rose before the rest of the Selkie Sisterhood had stirred. Even this early in the morning, the air in the islands humans called Galapagos was pleasant enough for her not to need clothing. In the nearby bushes, dozens of Darwin’s finches hopped about looking for insects, and marine iguanas basked on sun-warmed rocks. They would have to serve as her going away party.

  Yesterday, she’d enjoyed the rite of initiation as a mated selkie -- a seal shapeshifter. Today, she’d swim to a different island not too far away. There, she’d meet her mate, the human male who would give her a child. She couldn’t possibly have slept another wink nor waited until her sisters roused. She’d see them again soon enough when she returned home, pregnant and ready to create a new life for the next generation.

  She went down the path toward the ocean, past booby nests where the parent birds shared responsibility for protecting their egg. As she’d done so many times before, she proceeded to the place where selkies hid their seal skins. No one would guess this was anything more than collection of scrub, rocks, and sand, but each sister had her own place here.

  Long ago Uma had marked her spot with small stones in a particular pattern. Now, she moved them aside and dug a few inches into the sand to retrieve the sack that held the skin that would allow her to shift into her seal form. The skin itself caught the sunlight, making it glisten like silver.

  After replacing the sack and rearranging the sand and stones, Uma rose and carried the skin down to the water’s edge. Here, she said a silent prayer of thanks and supplication for success to the nature gods who ruled this place before sitting to slip into the skin and make the transformation. She pictured herself as a seal. Still a mammal, but one who could slide through the water with agility and speed far beyond that of her human form.

  The sea was as much her home as the land. As Mother Inu always said, the ocean currents flowed in her blood. The origin of all life existed within her. Now, she would create that life in her womb, and she’d have the very great pleasure of mating to accomplish that.

  Mating -- sex -- with a human male gave incredible pleasure, according to the sisters who’d enjoyed it. She’d respond to his touch in ways she couldn’t imagine until she’d experienced it. And she wouldn’t copulate just once. In order to assure conception, she’d do it over and over again.

  Her body had prepared itself for this union for months now, her breasts swelling and becoming sensitive to even the feel of clothing against her skin. A dull ache in the place between her legs said she’d come to crave contact there. Something more satisfying than her own touch. Something her mate could give her. With any luck, she’d have all that before the sun went down, and tomorrow she’d awake with the man to enjoy him yet again.

  She swam through familiar waters where she and her sisters often spent hours together. Today, the colorful fish hardly distracted her. A sea lion and her pup approached to check her out, the pup frolicking in the joy of being young and free. Eventually, she left her Sisterhood’s territory behind and ventured toward more distant islands. Always, her sense of rightness in her destination told her she was approaching her goal. The nearer she got to her mate, the stronger the pull became until she finally pulled herself onto a foreign beach and basked in the sun after her long trip.

  He was here. She could sense his presence, although she couldn’t have said how. Just a quickening of her pulse and a sweetness to the air. She waited a few minutes to let the anticipation rise.

  By now, the sun had climbed higher in the sky. She concentrated on her human form, picturing herself emerging from her skin to become a woman. The seam along her side opened, and she crawled out. After rising, she glanced around.

  A small structure sat atop a gentle rise, flanked by a portable outhouse. Definitely a human encampment, but no one stirred. He had to be here. Now with her human body exposed to the air, the sense of connection fairly vibrated against her skin. She’d find him. If not immediately, then soon. She’d waited all her life for this. She could wait a bit longer, even if it felt like torture.

  First, she’d have to hide her seal skin. No humans could know about the existence of the Sisterhood or they’d exploit them for their own benefit. Her mate would have to believe she was what she appeared to be -- a woman as eager to mate as he was. Although, he’d think of it as sex and no more.

  She found a hollow at the base of a bush, just big enough to hold her skin if she folded it tightly. Once she had it inside, she rolled a large rock to cover the entrance. That done, she headed toward the hut where the man was staying.

  The government of Ecuador only issued permits to stay on uninhabited islands to people with a compelling reason to be here. That reason was always for some sort of research that would benefit humanity and not hurt Galapagos. That generally meant he’d be a good man.

  She still found no sign of him, but the closer she got, the stronger the connection became. He had to be here somewhere. She silently pushed the door of the hut open and listened. Sure enough, sounds of a sleeping human greeted her. Soft breathing and an occasional snore.

  She entered and closed the door behind her, still careful not to rouse him. She had plenty of light to study him, and what a revelation he was. He’d thrown back the covers to reveal most of his torso. His wide expanse of chest showed off firm muscles just above a flat abdomen. Below that… gods… the outline of an erect cock showed beneath the light covering.

  She’d heard from the other sisters that a man’s sex grew hard and thick and she shouldn’t worry about his size because she’d enjoy having him inside her very much. But she hadn’t expected anything quite so large. How would her inner muscles relax enough to accept it all?

  Taking a steadying breath, she forced herself to look at his face. He appeared innocent enough with his eyes closed, despite his obvious aroused state. Dark hair fell across his forehead. He had high cheekbones and a strong jaw, but his most amazing feature was his mouth. Full lips promised sweet kisses, with each curve and corner offering places to explore. In the days to come, she’d feel them in the most sensitive places on her body.

  Just then, he moaned and shifted, and the blanket eased down his body a bit, exposing the tip of his cock. Swollen and ruddy in color, a truly fascinating thing if somewhat intimidating. Still, her sisters had promised her she’d experience great pleasure. Why wait if he’d made himself ready for her? So, she quietly went to the bed, lifted the covers, and slid in beside him.

  * * *

  Mark Stephenson was having one hell of an erotic dream. Like the ones he’d had almost every night lately, only more detailed. This time, the woman felt real, naked and ready for sex. He nestled his head into the crook of her neck and let his hand drift over her stomach to her pussy.

  She made the most amazing noises as he stroked the lips there. First a little “ooh” of surprise, and then she fairly purred. No other word could describe the combination of moan and “aah.” When he parted the lips and found her clit, her hips rose to meet the caress. Within moments, she’d become moist and hot -- so hot -- ready to receive his aching cock.

  Fuck me.

  The words came th
rough as a whisper directly into his dreaming mind. This time, the dream wouldn’t end abruptly leaving him close to orgasm. This time, he could follow through all the way. Still with his eyes shut, he shifted to take his place between her legs and pressed forward, the tip of his cock at the entrance to heaven.

  He woke suddenly to reality. She wasn’t the product of his overheated libido. She was real. And her barrier was intact. A virgin. Somehow, she’d arrived at this remote island to have sex for the first time. With him.

  He opened his eyes. “Who are you?”

  “Never mind that. Just fuck me. Please.”

  He’d gone way past any possibility of stopping. He was too aroused, too close to orgasm, and her sex felt so damned hot and wet at the head of his cock. She clearly wanted him, so why in hell not? He flexed his hips, easing into her. This time, she thrust upward, pushing him past the barrier so he could enter her fully.

  Holy shit. This was so much better than the dream. Better than any other sex he’d had. Her muscles gripped him like a fist -- creating pressure at the head and around the shaft. His body went on automatic, driven by urges so primitive they couldn’t be denied. He moved, pulling back and then plunging into her again.

  She made all the right moves to drive him fucking crazy. As her hips moved, her muscles tightened around him. And her “aahs” had turned to gasps and cries, as if she’d neared the peak as he had. He couldn’t hold back but gave her all he could. Hard and fast and deep, so deep.

  The inevitable hit him. The knowledge that he would climax, and soon. With no choice, he surrendered as the orgasm built. It was powerful enough to steal his breath. It rose and crested until it washed through him. He came, spilling his lust into her in waves.

  Man, he’d never come like that. For the longest time, he lay limp, unable to move. When consciousness returned so did a sad reality. She hadn’t climaxed.

  “That was wonderful,” she said.

  “Not good enough.”

  “Wonderful,” she repeated.

  Oh, no. She was not going to give him such satisfaction without reaching the peak herself. He moved, pulling his now-soft cock out of her. Then, he reached to her sex again. Her clit was still hard, and when he stroked it, she gasped. Still aroused, she could easily climax.

  “Oh, my,” she said. “Yes.”

  He pulled back just far enough to watch her face as he stroked her clit. She’d closed her eyes, and a blush covered her cheeks, reaching down to make her neck a rosy pink. Because she’d been a virgin, she might not have had a lover do this for her. But it was sexy as hell to watch the play of emotion on her features as she went higher and higher on the climb to orgasm.

  He stroked her harder and faster, creating friction against the tip of her clit. That earned him a little cry, a definite pleasure sound. “Oh! I’m… gods.”

  “Enjoy,” he whispered. “I won’t let you down.”

  “Yessss,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

  “Never.”

  Somehow, his body knew the moment the orgasm claimed her. The tension built, and then she snapped. As she cried out, her hips jerked upward. He never lost contact with her clit, though, staying with her through the eruptions. It lasted for several seconds… a really good climax… enough to make him proud of her and of the pleasure he’d given her.

  When she rested back against the mattress and drifted off into post-climax bliss, he pressed his lips to her ear. “Now, that was wonderful.”

  * * *

  Uma had scarcely recovered from all the miracles her mate had shown her before the questions began. She sat on the bed, wearing a shirt he’d given her, while he stood across the small space of his hut with his arms crossed over his chest. Just behind him, a coffee pot gurgled.

  He was just as impressive dressed as he had been naked. Muscular under his own shirt with long legs and sexy bare feet. Who knew a man’s feet could be sexy? Staring at him, she could hardly follow the string of conversation.

  “… name?” he was saying.

  “Yes, my name,” she answered. “Uma.”

  “Uma what?”

  “Just Uma, and you are Mark Stephenson,” she said.

  One of his eyebrows went up. “Who told you that?”

  She shrugged. “I just know it.”

  The coffee pot finished gurgling with a hiss, and he filled two mugs. “Cream and sugar?”

  “Sugar.”

  He added sugar to one of the mugs and handed it toward her. “Why are you here?”

  “That’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?” She blew on her coffee to cool it and then took a sip. Delicious.

  “You just happened to stop by this island to screw my brains out?”

  She had to laugh. “Something like that.”

  He sipped his own coffee as he studied her. “Do you know the man who was staying here?”

  She swallowed her coffee while it was too hot. It burned a bit, and she coughed. He was referring to her sister, Ara’s, mate. The human male who’d followed Ara to the sisters’ home and now lived with her there. Uma managed to keep her expression bland, or at least she tried. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

  “Nate Adams. A nature videographer. He was staying on this island searching for a new species of seal for a television program.”

  Ara’s mate, for sure. Of course, someone would come looking for him. This island had been where the two of them had mated, and this man had arrived here to search for him. “And did he find the seal he was looking for?”

  Nate had, of course. He’d not only mated with Ara, but he’d found his way back to her after she’d left him.

  “He felt sure he would. He swore he could feel their presence,” Mark said.

  “He told you this, did he?”

  Mark’s face might have been a mask. His expression gave nothing away. “E-mail.”

  “So, he didn’t show you any pictures or videos?”

  “Shortly after he arrived, he went radio silent,” Mark said.

  Good. This man hadn’t learned about Ara or the mating. “Sorry. I know nothing about it.”

  He stared at her for a while, obviously mulling over in his mind whether he could trust her. “How did you get here, and why?”

  “Why do you keep asking me questions?”

  “Because it’s unusual, to say the least, for a naked woman to suddenly show up in a man’s bedroom with no explanation of who she is and where she came from.”

  “Was it so bad that we had sex?” He wasn’t supposed to regret their mating. He was supposed to enjoy it for as long as they stayed together. Ara had even been allowed to keep her mate her with her on the sisters’ home island. But Ara had been very firm in telling Uma that he’d have to fight to get that privilege. Mark Stephenson didn’t appear willing to fight for Uma. He didn’t seem to approve of her completely but only wanted to interrogate her.

  Oh, well. She didn’t have to fall in love with him. She only had to become pregnant during her stay with him. He couldn’t possibly refuse to have sex with her again. Not after what they’d shared.

  “You seemed to enjoy what we did,” she said.

  He stared at her over the rim of his mug.

  “Well, didn’t you?” she said.

  “How can you doubt that?” He continued staring for several seconds. “But then, you hadn’t been with a man before. Enjoy is too timid a word. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

  “I’m so glad.” She rose, went to him, and set her cup on the table. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. “We’ll do it again, then.”

  He removed her arms from around his neck, placed her hands together, and kissed her knuckles. “My friend came here and then disappeared. You must understand I’d have questions.”

  “I’m Uma, and the rest are just details,” she said. “Can’t you take what I offer and enjoy it?”

  “I don’t know…”

  “I came here to make you happy.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. It just wasn’t the whole story. “I want you inside me again. I want that thing you did with your fingers.”