Fallen: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Rogue Alien Warriors Book 4), page 5
I’m confused at my own feelings. After everything that happened with my cheating ex, I never expected I’d have children. My heart was too bruised, too battered, and all my energy went into repairing the damage to my reputation and bank balance, given that he left me with enough debt to sink several restaurants.
“I don’t want to be your mate.” I stumble over the words.
That’s a lie.
I don’t understand what being mated means to the Gryn. All I’ve seen is two other humans and perhaps a third end up hopelessly lost in love for their warriors. The feeling seems to be mutual, but who can tell? I can’t risk it.
“I don’t want a mate.” Myk replies, his eyes returning to mine, but this time there’s a hardness there. “I would like a strong female to bear my young, to raise them with me, for as long as I am here. And for when I’m not here.”
This is another planet, Emma. There are different rules. Who is to say that the Gryn don’t enter into marriages of convenience? It doesn’t have to all be fated mates and nesting.
I shake myself. Why can’t I do this if it’s what I want? I get a child, no strings. No male to cheat on me because there’s no relationship to break.
“I need to think about it.” I unfold myself from the fur I found to put on the floor, every muscle screaming at me.
Myk rolls away and almost immediately I can breathe again. His proximity, the scent of his feathers, they were smothering me. He lifts himself from the floor in one smooth movement, his muscles bunching under his skin.
Skin that looks smooth and inviting. Which is exactly the reason I need to think about things, to get away from the lust that seems to be drawing me to this enticing grumpy male.
“Enjoy your pastries.” I smile and make a run for the door.
I don’t quite get there when a hand snags me around my waist, and I’m encircled in muscular arms and a wall of feathers.
“Don’t take too long to think about it, little female. I don’t offer my seed to anyone lightly.” I have to look up to see into his face, and it’s glorious.
Dark eyes drill into me and up against my thigh is something hard and, to put it simply, enormous.
“Just a baby, that’s all.” The words come out as a gasp, because I can’t quite believe something as big as I’m feeling would even fit.
“Just a youngling. Our youngling. You have until tomorrow eve to decide.” Myk rasps, a growl rumbling in his chest.
I break free from his warm, fragrant embrace, and I run.
I run as far and as fast as I can.
MYK
I watch as Emma runs from me, not even looking back. I want to go after her, cage her again in my arms and hold her until she submits to me.
“You scaring off females again, Myk?” I turn with a snarl to find Ryak standing to one side of the door.
“It’s none of your business.” I reply, ensuring my thoughtbond is closed to him. He might think he’s mastered it, but I know better.
“Have you seen Kyt?”
“Not since I left the food hall earlier. He was getting drunk and pleading with his mate for forgiveness.”
“Jyr wants answers to the attack on the lair.” Ryak adds with a grim expression on his face.
“It’s hardly going to have been Kyt. He’s as dedicated as Jyr to keeping the lair safe.”
“I know that, so do you. Jyr knows it too. But with younglings involved and his mate pregnant again, he’s not thinking straight.”
“Then it’s up to you and Fyn to guide him, isn’t it?”
“What about you? You know he’ll listen to you.” Ryak keeps his face neutral, but there’s a spike in his thoughtbond I can’t quite place.
“When Jyr needs my counsel, he’ll seek it out.” I reply. “If that’s all, I’ll get back to my duties. The new security measures and additional armories assisted us in repelling Proto, and I want to ensure that they are replenished should there be a further attack.”
“As you wish.” Ryak walks back towards two mercs. They are banded with a color I don’t recognize, one of them has a laser on his belt and I bristle.
Laser weapons are dangerous in the wrong hands, but I have to trust Ryak.
If I don’t trust my fellow seniors, then I really have nothing left. After all, they trusted me when I advised that we should let nature take its course with Kyt and allow him to mate.
A course of action that seems to be working. Although where the little vrexer has got to when Jyr is on the warpath is anyone’s guess. Trust him to go missing at this time.
I gather up my supplies and begin my rounds of the lair. If I can keep busy, I can keep my mind off the proposition I blurted out to Emma.
I couldn’t help myself, not after I tasted her. After I felt her, deep down in my soul. And I knew that despite her outward appearance of light, there is something very dark in her past. It holds her back, and it holds her down.
Mating should be the last thing on my mind, but it’s all I can think about. Mating and producing a youngling who will carry on my line. Mating with the beautiful and mysterious Emma. She is the wraith that haunts me, stalking my every move, because the lair needs to be safe for her.
“Myk!” Jyr’s voice, frayed at the edges, breaks into my thoughts.
“Prime.” I offer him my wing and he takes the greeting by bumping it with his own. “How can I assist?”
“Kyt? Where is he?”
“Ryak has already asked me that. He is most likely doing what you asked him to do.” I reply as the Prime paces back and forth in front of me, distracted.
“He said the attack on the lair was his fault, and he’s nowhere to be found. What does that mean?”
“Everything,” I reply as Jyr stops pacing and looks into my eyes. “And nothing.”
“That doesn’t help, Myk.” He growls.
“I make weapons, Prime. I design them to tear through bots and to destroy Proto. I am not the leader of the Legion of the Gryn, you are.”
“You have always been more than just a weapons master, Myk.” Jyr pulls himself up to his full height, his wings extending behind him.
“When he returns, go easy on him. This is Kyt after all.”
“If he has betrayed the lair, he will pay the price.” Jyr bristles.
“As you wish, Prime.” I bow to him and walk away.
I’m probably the only Gryn warrior in the lair who could speak to the Prime in that way, let alone turn my back on him. However, as there is no one to witness our discussion, his leadership is intact. I trust him to make the right choices, always.
In the meantime, I have to continue with my own mission. The one to destroy Proto and find my vengeance.
It means my pretty little human and the delights her body will offer me will be so that we can produce a youngling and nothing more.
Whatever my heart says.
EMMA
“So where are Sophie and Kyt now?” I sit on my ledge as Bianca regales me with the seriously unbelievable news that Proto might be destroyed.
“I guess if we give it another ten minutes, we’ll probably hear them.” Bianca waggles her eyebrows suggestively. “They seem to be taking their mating responsibilities very seriously.”
“Oh god!” Heat flows through me.
I’ve spent the last day toiling in the kitchens with the mercs, making sure there’s been enough food being produced to feed the returning fighters and patrols, as well as keeping all three young mercs calm enough to work, given how desperate they were to join the fighters. Bianca’s words have been a sharp reminder of Myk’s last words to me.
“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” Bianca mimics in a crescendo while pumping her hips back and forward. “That’s right, you’ve got it in one.” She laughs riotously, and I give her a weak smile.
Sex talk has never been my thing. I think I’ve probably heard more about sex since I was abducted than I ever have since sex education at school, and that mostly consisted of making anatomical drawings of genitals. Bianca and Sophie have teased me mercilessly about my lack of experience. Bianca is certain it’s because I’m ‘posh’ and apparently that’s only because I don’t sound like I’ve rolled out of the east end of London, like her.
Given what Myk proposed to me, and the fact I said I’d consider it, it means I also have to consider exactly how we’ll be achieving his aim. I’m guessing no turkey baster, especially given what I felt pressed against me earlier. And that’s definitely not a turkey baster. More like a baseball bat.
“Is that it for Proto, has the virus that Kyt and Sophie uploaded destroyed it?”
“Ryak isn’t entirely sure. He’s waiting on intelligence coming back from the other organics. So far it’s looking promising though.” Bianca’s excited mood drops.
“I still don’t think we’ll be able to go home, even if we wanted to.” I tell her, reaching out and giving her hand a squeeze.
Out of all of us, she’s never once said she’d like to go back to Earth and despite her efforts to keep her secrets, I’ve always felt that she was more relieved to have been abducted than the rest of us.
“I wouldn’t want to leave Viv and Lucy anyway.” Bianca says, dismissively. “And I guess Sophie’s going to be the next one of us with a bun in the oven.” She makes an expanding gesture over her stomach with her hands.
I shudder, and it’s not with fear, it’s with anticipation. Bianca cackles with laughter, obviously thinking this is my usual prim reaction.
“I need to get back to the kitchens.”
“You’ve just spent all day in there. Why not have a rest, Em.” Bianca stops laughing at me and concern floods her face. “I’m not teasing you, honestly. We can talk about something else if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“There’s just some prep for tomorrow morning I forgot I need to do. I won’t be long. I’ll bring something back for the both of us, and we can have a girly night in.” I plaster my best smile on my face.
Bianca rolls her eyes. “Do we ever have anything else other than a girly night in?”
“You’ve seen the alternative, it’s either killer robots or alien males with two cocks.” I reply as I slip out of the door, leaving Bianca gaping like a goldfish.
The heat from the forge hits me like a sledgehammer as soon as I enter. My ears are assaulted with the clang of metal on metal as Myk beats out a white hot piece over his anvil. He wears a long leather apron, but his arms are bare, muscles shifting under his silky looking skin as he lifts and strikes, lifts and strikes.
He has a pair of goggles over his eyes, the glass dark, it reflects his work back at me as sparks fly, hopping around him like fireflies. He’s streaked with soot again and looks like the perfect bad biker boy I swore I would never get involved with again.
But it seems I’m a sucker for a bad boy, especially a seven-foot-tall alien with wings, who only wants to fill my womb and doesn’t want any other complications. My legs wobble under me as my pussy contracts at the mere thought of what this huge predator could do to me with his claws tripping over my skin.
My mind floods with an image of us, naked in the flickering flames of the forge as he holds me beneath him, taking me hard and fast as I gasp for air. The feeling of his hard muscles on my soft body, the sound of his rasping growl in my ear.
The heat intensifies, coming from the fire and from within. The sound of metal being forged into a weapon gets louder in my ears until it’s overwhelming, until I can’t hear or see anything other than the white hot sword taking shape under Myk’s expert hands. A sword he suddenly plunges into a bucket of water next to the anvil. It hisses violently, steam filling the forge, and I can feel myself spinning.
I spin for too long. Darkness engulfing me, the forge becomes a long tunnel and for the longest, shortest time, I’m back on Earth, walking through my brand new kitchen as fire rages in the background.
“Sweet Emma?” The voice that rumbles through the dark captures me, it draws me back, out of the fire, and I find I’m on the floor of the forge, draped over the lap of a huge alien male, who looks down at me, concern in his dark, dark eyes.
“It’s hot,” I attempt a smile, “and I probably should have had something to eat today.”
“You have not eaten?” Myk looks shocked.
“I know, all that food, and I just didn’t get the chance to sample.” I try a laugh and it comes out as a cough. “Anyway,” I attempt to struggle upright, but a heavy hand on my abdomen holds me in his lap until I stop squirming. “You wanted an answer.” I say hesitantly, in case, perhaps, he didn’t mean what he said about a baby.
“I want my female fed.” Myk tosses me into his arms and gets to his feet as if I weigh absolutely nothing.
“Hey! I can walk!”
“You will do as I say.” The words reverberate in my chest, and I try to work out if it’s worthwhile fighting against this male as he carries me to a corner of the forge, away from the fire, where it’s a little cooler and there is a pile of maraha hides.
He puts me down as if I’m the most precious cargo on Ustokos, and in the blink of an eye, he presents me with a tray that is set with maraha, a couple of my pastries and bread buns. I don’t recognize if from the food I brought earlier, and I guess the merc he tasks with bringing him his meals has provided this for him.
“I can’t eat your food.”
“You can and you will.” Myk sits next to me, and I’m pulled unceremoniously onto his lap with a squeal.
He picks up the bread, tearing into it with his claws, offering up a morsel to my mouth, which is at once strange and intimate. I open my lips, letting him place the food on my tongue, which touches his claws, lightly. He closes his eyes, but then they are open and boring into me as I chew and swallow.
We continue this ritual in silence, until I’ve eaten the bread, and he only offers up his claws. Not moving my gaze from his, I lick at each one in turn, hearing the rumbling groan that he’s trying very hard to hold inside.
“The answer is yes.” I breathe, my words breaking the silence. “I’ll have a baby with you.”
With an ear shattering roar, I’m flipped on my back, an enormous alien warrior bearing down on me, teeth bared, clawed hands pinning my shoulders to the furs beneath me. He drops his head to my exposed neck, nuzzling and licking at my suddenly sensitive skin.
“But I won’t be your mate. I don’t need that in my life. Not right now.” My words are staccato as Myk begins to peel off my clothes.
“But you want to mate, my little female. You want to mate with me.” Myk half-speaks, half-mouths the words into my breasts, his rough tongue lapping a nipple to a tight peak.
I’m naked under him, trembling and unbelievably willing. He pushes a hand between my legs, and his eyes flare when he finds my heated thighs, wet with arousal.
“You do desire to mate with me.” He chuckles darkly as he continues to tongue my breasts.
“How can I resist?” I place a hand on his heavily sculpted chest, but I don’t move it. I don’t push against him.
I don’t really know what to do next. All of this is as alien to me as the alien male with the teeth and claws, and wings that cage me under him.
I hiss in surprise as he slides a finger between my folds and up into my pussy, my core clenching over him, my body contracting.
“You are untried?” He withdraws his finger, and I immediately feel the loss.
“Yes…No,” I’m not making any sense, but I don’t want him to stop. “Once, when I was younger, that’s all.”
I study his face, trying to work out what he feels, what he’s thinking. Would he prefer a virgin, or not? Is this a dealbreaker, because I hope not. His touch makes my body sing in a way I didn’t think possible.
Myk’s dark eyes glitter and his thumb circles my clit and my hips piston at him unbidden.
“Sweet little female,” he leans in again to suck on my nipple. “Then you’ll need to be pleasured before you are mated.”
I close my eyes as he flicks a claw over an engorged nipple, sending a frisson of delight and pain through me.
“Let me devour you, sweet Emma, you are too tight to take both of my cocks tonight.”
“Both cocks?”
“Your mated friends must have told you about the Gryn, surely?” A smile splits Myk’s serious face and he sits back, unbuckling his belt.
“They did. I just didn’t believe them.” I raise myself on my elbows, at once horrified and fascinated, as he opens his pants and pulls out the biggest, angriest cock I’ve ever seen.
I’ve no idea how long it is, but it’s massive and thick. It’s so wide that it even makes Myk’s big, calloused hand look small. A ridge, studded with nodes runs along the entire length to the broad tip. He strokes this monster and a drop of pre-cum beads at the slit as I swallow, my throat suddenly dry.
Then I see it as his hand draws back down, a second cock, almost as long as the first, he separates it from underneath his main cock. This one is slimmer, ridged and studded with nodes. It glistens in the light. Myk runs both hands over his members, toying with them as he stares down at my naked body.
I have no words.
There’s no way either of those are going to fit.
MYK
Emma is completely glorious, naked on my furs in the flickering light of my forge fire. The flames dance over her body, highlighting her copious breasts that spill beautiful flesh into my hand, her nipples dark as they raise and fill with blood.
I’ve mated with Gryn females while we were in the camps. It was a form of comfort, almost like preening. There was no emotion, like there should be no emotion whilst I mate my beautiful eregri, who pants beneath me, squirming at my touch.
She was to be the vessel that contains my future.
She is so much more.
But she is not used to the touch of a male and her soaking channel is tight, too tight.
“Let me prepare you.” I drop over her, sliding my hands under her glorious buttocks. “Tonight I will mate you but not seed you. That will come later.” I lift her up towards my mouth, her slit gushes with her sweet ambrosia.
