Alien Bride, page 19
part #2 of The Alien Series
“It’s a lot to think about,” he says, releasing my arms. I nod, because it’s all my brain can manage in this moment. I absently touch the place where he rubbed against me. It’s funny… it doesn’t give me that same panty-melting, almost orgasmic feeling I get when Kye teases me with his. It’s pleasant, but more in a cuddly cat kind of way. “I have some guests I need to speak with. I’ll give you some time to think, but perhaps we can talk later?”
“Yeah, of course,” I mumble.
“I mean what I say, Alessandra. I will give you everything Kye Amara never will, even if that means taking you home. All you have to do is ask. I am for you.” Loret sweeps down in one of those elegant and graceful Islerian bows. He takes my hand and presses it to his brow before running it along his jawline. I have the distinct feeling he just did something a little kinky. Thankfully, he doesn’t wait for me to respond. What the hell do you say to that anyway?
A scant second passes before I feel an arm grip me around my waist and suddenly I’m hauled violently, high into the air. There are a few gasps around me, followed by hushed whispers. I stifle a scream as I realize what’s happening. Kye has picked me up, bonafide caveman style, tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me to the exit.
“Kye! What in god’s name are you doing? Put me down this instant!” I hiss at him, but he ignores me. I even go so far as to kick my legs wildly and pound on his back with my fists. He tightens his grip on me and quickens his pace.
When we get out into the hall I abandon all propriety and start screaming. “What the fuck, Kye! I am not a child! You will put me down! What is your problem?” I continue to beat my fists against him, utterly enraged by this barbaric display. Suddenly, he swings me down and I stumble a few steps backward when my feet hit the ground. I bump into the wall behind me, and Kye advances. The look on his face is wild, and I suck in a startled breath as the elevator door closes us in.
Chapter 31
Kye
“You are insane. I keep cutting you breaks and giving you the benefit of the doubt, but I am done with that, Kye! Who the hell do you think you are dragging me out of there like I’m your goddamned property?”
“You are my property, Alessandra! You were given to me. I made you my wife, but you belonged to me from the moment I saw you.”
“I don’t give a fuck who ‘gave’ me to you, there is only one person who can give me away and that’s me. The Makaan don’t get to decide who I belong to and neither do you!” She cuts her hand at me with finality.
“Do you think I decided this? My life has fallen apart since you came into it. I can’t think straight, I can’t concentrate on my work. I’ll be lucky to keep my seat as an Ambassador after this scandal. Alessandra, I might lose everything! All my goals, all my hard work, will have gone down the drain, simply because the Makaan stole one… beautiful human…” I trail off, inches from her face, I become lost for a moment. Her chest heaves with angry breaths, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is not so perfectly coiffed anymore, it is wild now… just the way I like it.
“Cry me a river, Kye,” she says, ignoring my compliment. “Your life is so messed up? Gain some perspective, you ass! You’re talking to a girl who was abducted by freaking aliens! Don’t talk to me about how things aren’t going the way you planned!”
“Tell me what Loret said to you,” I demand.
“Oh god!” She rolls her eyes and averts her gaze.
“Tell me now!”
“It was nothing, Kye! Why does it even matter? No one is gossiping about your promiscuous human wife, no one even cares! And if they do, I’ll be gone in a couple weeks anyway! You are so damned caught up in other people’s perceptions—”
“You think that’s what this is about? That I worry what people will say?”
“You’ve been on my ass about talking to other men since the night we met. What am I supposed to think? That you’re jealous? We aren’t even really together,” she laughs, as if the idea is absurd, as if my feelings are a joke to her.
I pound the glass windows on either side of her head, pinning her between my arms. She startles. Her eyes go wide and her mouth clamps shut. How can she still not understand? We are together. I hang my head for a moment before I speak, my forehead resting against hers. She goes still at the contact.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” I say, struggling to control my voice, “and I already know the answer, so don’t think to lie to me. What did Loret say to you?”
“If you already know the answer—” she starts defiantly, though her voice is just above a whisper.
“Answer me!” I yell, pounding the glass again.
She hesitates, but only for a second before she decides to tell me what I already know. “He asked me to dissolve our union and to marry him. He wants a permanent marriage—but, perhaps more importantly, he also offered to take me home, if that’s what I wanted instead.”
“And what is it you want, Alessandra? Are you still looking back on that beach?”
“Fuck you,” she says and pushes me away from her.
“Or is it Loret that you want now?” I ask, coming close again, undeterred by her swatting hands.
“Has he enticed you with his idealistic views? His naïve optimism? Or was it his chivalrous promise to deliver you to your home at the sacrifice of his own heart?” I grab her wrists to still her fighting hands. She holds her chin high, stubbornly refusing to drop my gaze. Outrage emanates from her. “I am none of these things, Alessandra. I am a realist. I stopped being naïve years ago, and never have I been chivalrous, but none of that changes anything.”
Suddenly the elevator beeps and begins to move. Someone on a different level has called for it. Still holding onto one of Alessandra’s wrists, I turn and slam my private access code into the panel. The elevator slows to a stop and the doors remain closed. I turn back to my bride.
“None of that changes anything, Alessandra, because you belong to me.”
“Like hell I do,” she grits out.
I grab hold of her other wrist and pull both her hands up over her head, dipping my face into the warmth of her neck. “You smell like him,” I say, before I begin marking her with my own pheromones. I push my jaw roughly against hers, making long strokes to massage my scent into either side of her neck. When I finally pull away it’s just enough so that I can look her in the eye. I see her looking up at me, the fury written on her face still uncompromising. We are so close I can feel the warmth of her breath against my skin. The nearness makes my blood heat and I am utterly aware of every place in which our bodies meet.
“You are mine,” I reiterate one last time, just before I’m about to give up—just before I’m about to release her.
“Are you ever going to shut up and kiss me?” she demands.
I search her eyes. I don’t know what new insult she throws at me. “I don’t have a translation for that.” I expect her to tell me her meaning… likely with much anger and in great detail, but instead she lunges toward me and presses her lips to mine, her tongue forcing entry into my mouth. I taste the Oolai on her and pull back, startled, but still gripping her.
“Kiss me already, you fucking idiot,” she says breathlessly.
I… I’m confused. I don’t know what she wants from me, but I recognize that heavy-lidded look a woman gets when she wants a man to make love to her. I dip my jaw to hers again and nuzzle her. She leans into it for a moment, but then her mouth is searching for mine again.
“What is kiss?” I ask.
Her eyes go wide. “Seriously? I mean, what do you guys do before… you know…?”
I hold my jaw to the side to show her my pheromone producers. What else is there? Her eyes light up and a smile spreads across her face. “No freaking way…” I hear her murmur to herself before she pulls her wrists from my grip and wraps her arms around my neck. She dives into me, and I hoist her small curvy frame up. Her legs wrap instinctively around my waist and she presses her lips to mine again. I can feel her smile against my lips.
Her tongue teases my mouth again and I open to her, curious what this human custom is and willing to do anything in this moment to please my woman. The movements of her mouth are less frantic this time. I don’t really understand the purpose of this ritual… though it makes sense her people would find something to do other than nuzzling, since they have no pheromone producers. I suppose “kiss” is it.
Slowly, her tongue baits mine, and I tentatively try to replicate her motions. When she sucks on the tip of my tongue a sudden wave of understanding washes over me. This playing of the mouths mimics fucking. It is a promise of all the things we will do to each other’s bodies. It is absolutely and perfectly filthy. This I can do.
I take over the kiss, and her arms tighten around my neck. My hands slide up her bare thighs, her skirt spread at the slit. I press her against the glass wall behind her for leverage and knead the full globes of her ass. She is so soft here, unlike the lean and lanky forms of Islerian women.
I push all my focus into this kiss, sucking her full bottom lip and finding a rhythm with her own playful tongue. Our kiss quickly reaches that needy and frantic state she originally met my lips with, and soon she is grinding the heat of her pussy against me. The sensation is unbearable. I need this woman. Now.
I hold her up with one hand and reach down between her legs. She isn’t wearing the undergarments I have noticed she is typically so fond of. Instead she wears only a naise, a delicate strand of smooth Islerian gems that runs around her waist and between her legs. It is an adornment for a woman to wear to bed with a man. I laugh against Alessandra’s lips, doubtful Unalay shared the meaning of the garment when she encouraged my wife to wear it. I will have to send that Ebunati a thank you gift.
Alessandra’s cunt is wet and ready for me, but still, I wish to bring her pleasure before I reach my own. As a matter of fact, I wish to give her copious amounts of pleasure. So, I glide the spines at my wrists along her slit as she rocks against my arm. Soon she is moaning and whimpering and I feel her body begin to coil.
Even being a human, she is still so receptive to receiving my pheromones. It must be a sign, I think vaguely. Of all the species in the universe, not all are compatible… I push a finger inside Alessandra’s core, careful that my spines still graze the nub of her clit, a scarce second later she is cumming, her cunt sucking and squeezing at the finger I pump into her. Perfect compatibility.
She whimpers when I pull my hand from her warmth, but I am only away for a second as I rip open the front of my pants. My cock springs free. Any other day I would have spent hours pleasing Alessandra before finally giving her my cock. But today, I know our moments together are fleeting. Tomorrow I will have to tell her about Earth and the other humans. Tomorrow she will be gone.
Tonight, though, she is still my wife. So, I lift her a little higher and position the tip of my length against her hot, wet core. She still kisses me without restraint, only now she is not simply kissing my mouth. Her lips hungrily skim every inch of me that she can reach—my cheeks, my neck, the spines along my jaw, even my ears. Desperately, she tries to sink down onto my cock, but I pull back just enough so that she can’t. That catches her attention and her eyes find mine, questioning.
That’s when I drive into her, in one smooth thrust. I watch her face as her cunt instantly starts clenching around me in a second orgasm. Her moans turn to screams of pleasure as I fuck her. Slowly at first, relishing the feel of my woman, but then quicker and harder—pounding into her with the feverish need to love her and to be loved by her.
I bombard her with my pheromones and she cums more times than I can count, screaming for me, screaming at me, cursing and berating me, but riding me into oblivion. I lose myself in her completely, as I know I could every night for the rest of my life. I just try to forget the fact that I only have tonight.
Chapter 32
Alessandra
I wake up naked and tangled in sheets on the bed I share with Kye. In my mind, I replay our escapades from the previous night and wonder how I went from being so damned pissed off at him to going for round two… and three… and four all over our room. I don’t know how I’ll be able to look him in the eye if we sit at the dining table for breakfast… the things we did on that table!
I look over at Kye, sleeping on his back… our legs are tangled together and one arm is draped possessively over me, as if he didn’t want me sneaking away while he slept. To be fair, the thought did occur to me. Last night we entered some kind of weird truce while having sex and I don’t know if it will still be in effect once he wakes up.
To be honest, I really want it to be. I don’t know what this sex means for us. Are we still fighting? I am still mad… But are we something more now? I push the thought away… but it comes right back. Ugh! I’m just here until I get my one-way ticket back to Earth, I can’t let myself get caught up in whatever this thing is between us. I can’t let my alien husband become my alien boyfriend! I need to get home… right?
I think of Khalil and Anu. They made their union permanent… but that line of thought literally gives me the chills, and I feel Kye begin to stir in response. I carefully try to extract myself from our twist of limbs, but his eyes shoot open and he pounces on me before I have the chance to do more than cry out in shock.
“Is it morning already?” he asks, groaning. His body is heavy on mine, and I find myself relishing the feel of his scaled skin against me. He slides a thigh up so that it rests firmly against my bare pussy and I fight the urge to grind against it.
“We should get up, it must be late…” is my halfhearted attempt to escape the bed, before Kye leans in to kiss me.
“Sorry.” I tilt my face away. “I probably have morning breath.”
“You taste like me,” he murmurs into my neck, and I clench my eyes shut, blushing. I taste like him? Yeah… that tracks…
He pulls back a bit, his eyes playfully accusing. “You aren’t feeling shy this morning, are you, wife?”
“Not your wife… and noooo. I’m not shy,” I insist.
“You’re blushing,” he laughs at me. I try to roll away, but he pins me against the bed again and gently begins spreading my legs with his knee.
“You’re kidding!” I exclaim in surprise. I’ve never had this much sex in the span of a few hours before in my life. I can’t believe he’s ready to go again.
“If I could do this forever…” he says, nuzzling me. I feel the pheromones kicking in. He mumbles something about heaven, but I’m already too lost in my pheromone roofie to pay attention. My heart races and my clit begins to throb with anticipation. He kisses me again, and I anchor myself to his hair. He must have pulled it back into a thick braid at some point during the night, when it was getting in the way. Soon he is making his way down my body, adoring every inch of me until he reaches my eager core.
I watch the alien poised between my legs. He is still that same strikingly beautiful and somewhat terrifying man I remember from the first time I saw him. Only now he’s just terrifying because of the way he makes me feel. I could get wrapped up in this… lost in it even. The thought nags at the back of my mind until his tongue starts swirling around my clit and a couple of thick alien fingers slip inside my pussy.
The spines along his jaw drag against my thighs. Cheater. The whole pheromone thing makes this all too easy for him. I could probably cum just from him rubbing those things on my damn elbow. But it doesn’t make me love it any less. No… I take the opportunity to wrap my legs around his head, locking him against my cunt and riding that delicious tongue of his.
My body is a blur of sensations… the pounding of my heart, Kye teasing at my clit, the small, smooth scales of his body rubbing against my flesh. Even the feel of his silky hair in my hand is erotic in this moment. His hands grip at my ass, pulling me closer to him. He devours me. I’ve never had a man so hungry for eating me out, and I find it super easy to match enthusiasm like that.
After I cum for at least the fifth time, I can hear myself begging for him. “Please, Kye, I want you inside me. Please, I need more.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. At my first “please” he is already pushing my legs up over his shoulders and sliding the tip of his cock along the soaked seam of my cunt. He enters me, and I wrap that thick braid of his around my wrist and pull him down close to me. We are a tangle of human kisses and Islerian nuzzles until his pumping into me becomes wild with the need for release. I reach another peak, and when he feels me coming, he loses the last thread of his control. We cum together and he collapses in a heap on top of me. I catch myself guiltily breathing in the hot and sultry musk that is unique to Kye. What a delicious man scent…
“What would you say to breakfast in bed?” comes his muffled voice, his face smashed into my neck.
