Blades of Arris: Ukuri
Blades of Arris: Ukuri
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Synopsis
Synopsis
I’m in love with a villain.
Ice-cold smile, shiny collection of scalpels, and he’s ravenous to use them on me.
Joke's on you, mad scientist.
I've been trying to cut this sickness out of me since forever. Not all scars are in a place that you can see.
In your frigid alien embrace, I've found myself.
So why the hesitation in those pretty silver eyes?
You’re the big bad conqueror. I’m just an ordinary human.
Right?
Put me in your maze.
Let the experiment begin.
Contains unique alien shifters, fierce passion, and fated mates who defy everything to be together! Although it continues plot lines from the previous novels, the relationship is self-contained and complete with an epic happily-ever-after, so it can be read as a stand-alone.
TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm/suicide, medical trauma
Look Inside
Look Inside
(NOTE: THIS PROLOGUE IS SPICY!!!)
PROLOGUE
~Present Day~
~NOEMI~
We come together in the clinical light of the science office, hot and sweet, and always in the same position. It’s the one I used to trap him that first time, when I promised with large eyes that sex meant nothing. We’re both scientific instruments, logical and emotionless, right? Entwining our bodies would never cause that to change…
He thrusts, regular as a metronome, and my back arches higher with each pulsing crescendo. I am an orchestra of cymbals crashing with wet, twisting needs. Without expression, my conductor watches me writhe and thrash beneath his thick drumbeat. That’s how I know he’s concentrating, counting his thrusts, controlling variables. An unusual bead of sweat slides across his gray forehead and disappears beneath small, opaque glasses. They hide his silver eyes. Even when I claw at him, even when I sink my teeth into his alien skin that seems so human, he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t lose count, doesn’t change his speed. My mind fractures like a mirror, and he only watches me break, until he, too, silently releases.
Orgasmic relief bubbles into my muscles and bones. Satisfaction makes my skin glow, my eyes close, and a sleepy wholeness seeps all the way into my hair follicles and fingernails. I am flooded, I am jelly. I sigh deeply and collapse in a shaking heap, my organs returning to their proper places after contracting in ecstasy so many, many times. He could tell me how many. I lose count.
Every thrust, with him, is a perfect O.
He leans across my trembling chest and scribbles observations on his data tablet. My part in this experiment is over. His is just beginning.
One day, I'll be free. I'll escape the sickness driving me, against my will, to embrace strangers. I'll no longer need his fluids tunneling through my veins, neutralizing the urges that cage and torment my captive brain. I’ll never again experience the spine-cracking orgasmic release that only he can give me.
I almost think I’ll miss the last part.
Almost.
His handwriting is steady, notations smooth. Musings, facts, measurements. The only sound is the slight squeak of alien plastics above my tortured breathing. His voice is dark, rich, and utterly unaffected. “Any changes this time?”
I swallow. “Why would there be any changes?”
He looks down at me. Skeptical? Questioning? His opaque black surgical lenses reflect my sweaty face, nothing of what’s inside him.
Because there is nothing inside him. He’s still a scientific instrument.
And me?
Well…
He decouples us and stands, swabs our liquids, feeds the samples into his alien science machines. The silhouette of his taut body, nude before the wall screens, is a perfect specimen of gray muscle and sinew, hard and male.
Columns of numbers flash by. His body temperature, my erratic heartbeat.
All the numbers for him are the same. His heart is a metronome.
But mine is an aching, bleeding, organic creature, and right now, it’s simmering in an unfamiliar cauldron of secret wishes and forbidden aches.
I don’t know what to make of these new, uncomfortable feelings. He studies the graphs of my body without comment. Maybe secret wishes don’t show up on his alien sensors. Maybe the forbidden aches are all in my imagination. Maybe they’re not even mine, and this is another mutation of the foreign creature that stole my body for its pleasure. Maybe this is the last stage, where, after all these years of fighting, the creature finally steals my wish to be free.
No.
He’s going to solve the riddle in my blood. I’ve crossed an unspeakably violent universe for a cure, and I’ll get it, one way or another. He laughed when I ordered him to kill me, in his dry, amused way. I, a lesser, dared to make demands on him? But he gave me his promise so easily. And now I wait to see which future is my own. The one where I walk away, cured, or the one where I don’t. Because if he can’t cure me, he’s promised to fulfill my last wish and take my life.
These feelings don’t change anything for us.
One way or another, I will be free.
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I've fallen in love with a villain.
Mad. Brutal. Dangerous. Obsessed.
And that's just me I'm talking about...
"I read it in one night." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reader
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"This is the fifth book in the Blades of Arris series. It's a fast-paced and standalone book that will keep you engaged from start to finish." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reader
Sample from Chapter 6
(Heavily edited because it is extremely SPICY!!!)
~NOEMI~
“I put up with terrible reprocessor food, a ridiculous mist shower, this dry space air that makes my skin crack, facial scarring—”
“Facial scarring?”
I flick the spot on my cheek where the tip of the electric screwdriver hit me earlier. “And nearly getting ripped apart. I left Humana in the hope that my sickness might be controlled. Getting it removed completely? I would have do whatever was necessary, even have [relations] a million times.”
“Perish the thought.”
“Please, Ukuri. One more shot. Set me free.”
He heaves a deep sigh, shifts his jaw back and forth while examining invisible variables in his head. “No biting, scratching, or drawing blood.”
“You said Arrisans like it rough.”
“We are not in the arena, combining our genetic materials so the most vigorous and aggressive survive. Understood?”
“Yes.” I hook my fingers around the small of his back. “I’ll lie back, motionless and silent, while you do your thing.”
“Please recall that I don’t care if you scream.” He rests his palms on either side of me on the metal table, positioning us. “I’ll never justify this to a review board.”
“It’s a scientific experiment. The experiment is ‘How fast can we draw the corrupted lusteal out of my body?’ and this is a test.”
“Yes, well…hm.” He fixates on me for too long, as if again he’s not quite convinced that I’m not making fun of him. The breezy confidence is long gone. I see two layers beneath his armor. His silver-white eyes glimmer like fallen stars.
And then he [moves].
[CENSORED]
My fingers hook like claws into his back.
He stills and grits his teeth. His eyes flash open with alarm. Something dangles in the dark recesses behind his teeth. “No scratching.”
Oops.
“Sorry.” I force my fingertips flat.
He closes his eyes again. “Wait a moment.”
The chemical sickness, which I think of as a brain worm from the way it always takes over my body, usually makes me focus on my partner. Maybe the real me is selfish. I can’t get the idea of Arrisan roughness out of my head. The hitch in Ukuri’s voice as he struggles for control does something shivery to my insides.
But I can follow instructions.
He resumes his [motion].
Pleasure rolls up my spine and out of my mouth in a delirious moan. My fingers curl. I ball them into fists to keep from scratching.
[CENSORED]
And it happens again.
And again.
Every [motion] is low and deep, shivery velvet like his voice. My nerve endings crackle with lightning.
He looks above me, over my shoulder, at the chart. He’s absorbed by scientific thoughts. Sweat drips off his brow.
I hook my ankles around him, needing to draw him in, somehow bring him even closer. My nails dig into his shoulder blades.
He stares down at me.
I’m going to say sorry. I’m going to say anything.
But instead, I dig in harder.
His fingers tangle in my hair, gathering it up in a fist, and he yanks my head to one side, exposing my neck. “You have to stop this, Noemi.”
I shudder because he hasn’t stopped and the feeling is even more intense, making me vocalize like I’m inside a storm.
His nostrils flare, scenting me.
I cling harder.
He grabs one of my disobedient hands, pins it to the slab by my head. White-silver eyes to mine, a thousand silent words scream between us, and then he says, with strange gravity, “Did you know your eyes are terrifying?”
“N…”
I have no idea what I intend to say.
[CENSORED]
He rests his forehead on my shoulder and [CENSORED] shudders.
Inside, the feelings wells up and flips me completely upside down. I can’t gasp for air. I can’t breathe. I’ve been pulled to the bottom of the whirlpool and the source of all life glows around me. A choir of old church music tinkles on instruments we no longer play. I’ve somehow folded time itself so I’m in one of my earliest memories, and yet I’m also coming alive into the awareness of myself in this body. The truth chants in my mind, like prayer. Holy clarity. Responsibility is released. It’s all over. I’ve fought alone long enough.
And then I draw a breath in tandem with Ukuri. He collapses on me, a heavy weight, and I embrace it. I hold his deadweight like an anchor after a storm.
Something happened.
I’m not the same person I was before.
This wasn’t ordinary.
And I have no words to describe what it means to me to have experienced this thing.
Or what it means about me going forward.
But he’s the one who moans my question aloud. “What have I become?”
TRIGGER WARNINGS:
"I really enjoyed this 5th book in this series. I wasn't sure of what to expect in Ukuri's book, as in previous books he seemed rather evil, by human standards. It turns out that he's really not evil, just misunderstood. Noemi has that in common with him, and they end up being just perfect for each other." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reader
"Starla takes a villain from book one and sheds new light on his character. I was very impressed with how much more depth she was able to add to Ukuri’s character, I went from hating him to actually rooting for him." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reader
"I really really liked this one! I thought the MMC was going to be someone I hated just based on his behavior in the previous books, but in the end I really like him and his progression in this story. I loved how protective and supportive he ended up becoming. He made her feel included and important This one was one of my favorites of the series so far. I also really liked the small look into the polyamorous relationship, I do wish that were a book itself as I'm curious about how that went down, having read this series, I can see that being tough for these males. I can't wait for the next book in the series to release." ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reader
"Exciting, suspenseful, dramatic, emotional, heart melting and steamy...You know that I must admit that I had a few doubts about Ukuri going in. I mean, how could I not? I adore bad boys and morally gray is one of my favorite colors, but an overzealous scientist with an untamed urge to make you his latest, greatest experiment just didn't sound very swoony to me... BUT I am beyond pleased to say I was very, very wrong. In fact, Ukuri is quite swoon worthy, kind of charming, surprisingly sweet, undeniable clever and pretty hot! Lol All kidding aside, I thought this book was really amazing. It was exciting and suspenseful, dramatic and emotional, and heart melting and steamy. Noemi is truly a perfect match for him and as with all the heroines in this series, she makes your heart ache for her even as it fills with awe over how actually awesome, she is. As far as the overarching storyline goes, we get some interesting twists and lots and LOTS of developments that have left me filled with a potent blend of anticipation and anxiety about what will happen in the next and final book. It is going to be EPIC!" ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reader
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