Abducted to Love: The Intergalactic Prince Series (SciFi Alien Romance) (5 page)

Her body was slick with sweat as he collapsed down onto her. His weight pressing on her body was comforting. His cock was still inside of her pulsing as he grew softer and caught his breath.

Andrea didn't want him to pull out. Despite being so large having that connection to him was like nothing she had ever experienced. She wanted to lay there in his bed with his throbbing and vibrating cock inside of her until they fell asleep and then wake up and have him fuck her until she wasn't able to move anymore.

"Tristan" she whispered breathlessly "that was unbelievable" her lips pressed to his neck where his vein was hammering trailing three kisses down his neck before she dropped back down to the bed with a contented sigh.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. He sealed their fate in that moment as he felt the bond forming and cementing in place. She was his now, just as he had known she would be when he picked her up from the ground outside of Risk. He would die to protect her and he would live for her.

"I should get off of you" he said when he realized he was probably crushing her.

"You don't have to do that" she said and wrapped her arms as far around his hard body as she could and held onto him.

"I'm sure that you would probably be more comfortable if you were on top of me" he said and pulled her onto his chest. "I'm much bigger than you" he said with a laugh that made her stomach tense. She wanted to hear it again. It was like nothing she had ever heard before. His laugh was melodic, intoxicatingly so.

Andrea allowed her fingers to trace his over body, dancing over his warm skin and trailing over the curves of his pecs and the start of his eight pack abs that rose and fell with each deep breath that he pulled in.

The moment was perfect.

Or it was perfect until a siren started screaming in the room and bright white lights flashed rapidly from all of the walls.

Tristan hollared and shielded his eyes and Andrea screamed. He leapt up and grabbed the wraparound shades and covered his eyes and slapped a black button on the wall halting the high pitched alarm and flashing lights.

"What is that?!" Andrea yelled as she jumped up from the bed.

"That" he said "would be the alarm that indicates an incoming message from one of the enemy commanders" Tristan sighed. "Go in that closet and find a shirt or something to put on while I handle this, alright?"

"She nodded and when the closet appeared she opened the door and entered what could have passed for a small clothing store. Andrea was starting to wonder how big this place was. It seemed like the rooms never ended.

Andrea looked through the rows of clothing. Everything was organized by color, sleeve length, every detail was in order. As someone who lives out of clothes in a laundry basket more often than not she was impressed by the level of organization he kept.

The purple shirt that she chose hung down to her mid-thigh. The silk swished against her skin in a luxurious way that made her feel sexy and a little elegant.

She opened the door and her eyes widened. The entire room had turned into a screen with one of the aliens that would have haunted her nightmares as a child. He was bigger and broader than Tristan with horns erupting over his body on his shoulders, skull, and back. He was pure black and had eyes that shone red without a pupil.

Andrea couldn't help but stare as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom. She wanted to drop everything and retreat to the depths of the closet and hide but she stood frozen in place staring at the horrible creature before her as it growled and raged at Tristan.

He stood still as a statue letting the creature rage and rant until a line was crossed. The moment that happened it was clear to her that he had another side she hadn't witnessed yet. Something that was dark, dangerous and should have struck fear in every fiber of her being.

The alien said something in a language she didn't understand but whatever it was she was guessing it wasn't very nice because Tristan flushed red with anger and replied back in the same language with a fierce tone. His muscles seemed to multiply and inflate in his incised state.

He grew from 7 feet closer to 8 and every one of his muscles was growing rapidly. His shirt burst from his chest and fell to the ground as he glared at the alien on the screen.

'If looks could kill porcupine guy would be toast right now' she thought looking at Tristan as he continued to grow.

Apparently she was now sleeping with the alien version of The Hulk. She made a mental note not to make him mad and watched as he slapped the black button and ended the video call with the terrifying alien.

"Um, Tristan?" Andrea's voice was so low she wasn’t sure he had heard her.

He looked like he was lost in his own mind and ready to Hulk Smash anyone who dared come in his path.

"What" he snapped still nearly double the size he had been when she left the room to find something to wear.

"What's the deal with the muscles and the porcupine guy?" She tried to make light of an obviously tense situation. Working the bar scene she had picked up some skills in de-escalating situations over the years. This was definitely a situation that needed to come down a notch or twelve before things went in a direction she didn't want to see them go.

"Porcupine guy, also known as Pulgrog: Commander of the enemy battalions, got wind of your existence and was all too pleased to send threats in our direction" As Tristan explained his muscles seemed to inflate again while he grit his teeth together so hard Andrea was surprised they didn't crack out of his skull.

"Should I leave? Would that help? If I go home will he leave you alone?" Her eyes searched his face.

"You would be destroyed" he growled through his gritted teeth. The thought of that happening made his nostrils flare and his heart pump harder in his chest.

"But would it end all of this?" She asked in a hushed tone looking down at her bare feet and wiggling her toes.

"No. And I wouldn't let you sacrifice yourself in a futile attempt to end a battle that's been going on for longer than your planet has been in existence. I brought you into this and I sure as hell am not about to lose you because of a feud and an empty threat" Tristan sat heavily in the plush leather chair and glared at the metallic floor.

"Are you sure the threat is empty?" She pried.

Andrea wanted him to look at her. To know it was true she needed him to tell her that he was sure. If she was the reason for a battle between planets, a war, and people would die because of her she was going to put a stop to it. She couldn't handle knowing that she had been the cause of something like that.

"It's probably not. At least Pulgrog would say it's not. But he won't be successful. He will never be successful" he swore it to her. His voice impassioned as he made the vow.

Andrea was a little cautious in approaching him while he was so angry but she knew there was a good chance that she could calm him down. She walked between his legs and sat on his lap with her arm around his waist and kissed him on the cheek.

No one else would have ever dared to approach him when he was in that state. Hell, he wouldn't have let them. But when Andrea at on his lap and planted her lips on him he felt the rage receding.

She could feel his muscles relaxing and the added growth shrinking back down to his normal body-builder esque physique.

"Mella Turro" he whispered to her and kissed her lips, pulling her into him in a hug that made her feel like there was no possible way in this universe or any other that he would let any harm come to her.

"You said that earlier too. What does that mean?" Her head rested lightly on his shoulder with her hair draping down his arm. His fingers curled the ends into little spirals absentmindedly.

"It's something similar to 'my love' or 'my other half'. It's one of the highest terms of endearment in my language. Generally it's reserved for mates who have bonded" his voice was soft and his words kind.

She took a deep breath. "That's beautiful" lips curving into a smile as she thought about it.

"I have another question actually too" she told him.

"I will answer anything you desire as best I can" Tristan said continuing to curl her hair, wrapping it around his fingers and letting it spring back.

"When you said mates who have bonded it seemed like being bonded was more than just a closeness or a connection that one makes with someone" she said hoping that he would fill in the blanks.

"Bonding is very deep. It's when you connect your life with another's. When your body connects with theirs and your heart seeks their heart. There is a connection that is made that cannot be broken. It's a lifetime bond."

"Like a marriage?" she suggested.

"Deeper than a marriage. It's mental, physical, biological, spiritual... it's a level of devotion that those who have never experienced it tend to think is only a myth, an ideal that elders have set or a metaphor for love. It's so much more"

She was in awe at his explanation.

"I have bonded with you, Andrea" he said in a quiet voice that filled her ears and made her head swim. "You have taken my heart and turned me from a rebel prince bound to be a warrior to a bonded male with the more precious treasure to protect"

The romance was unexpected from such a gruff looking man and the sentiment behind it melted her heart.

Tristan seemed to realize suddenly that she was naked beneath his silken dress shirt and his hand wandered from her hair to running up her smooth calf and then her gorgeously thick toned thighs.

He made a sound of approval in his throat that turned to a groan of approval and her bare ass rubbed across his cock.

"I feel like you should never wear panties again" he said reaching around and sliding a finger between her pussy lips.

Andrea moaned as his fingers found her clit and rubbed in slow circular motions gathering her wetness and bringing it to her engorged little button.

She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to handle his massive cock for round two so soon but she was willing to die trying.

"I would love to spend the day here in bed with you. I want to learn every curve, arch and freckle on your body. But alas I have to take care of a few matters before I can do that. Will you be okay staying here? Do you need anything?"

"I'll be fine here" she said standing up from his lap and trying not to let her gaze fixate on his cock which was pulsing at half-mast tempting her to take it all the way to glory.

Tristan went to the control panel on the wall and pressed a few buttons. "I just activated Nyla again. If you need anything she will help you get it. If you get hungry or need water or more clothing. Anything you need. Ask her for assistance and she will do as you tell her" he looked up at the speaker as if waiting for something.

"Hello, Tristan. Hello, Andrea." Nylas femme-fatale voice crooned through the ceiling mounted speaker.

"You know what to do Nyla" Tristan said fixing his outfit.

"Yes, Sir" She responded in her cheerful tone.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" Tristan promised and planted a kiss on Andrea's forehead before heading out of the bedroom chamber and leaving her to her own devices.

Andrea flopped backwards onto the giant bed with her arms spread wide like she was going to make a snow angel. The bed waved and sloshed. The bed still held his scent, that cedar smell mixed with the smell of the love they had made.

'Love.'

The word reverberated in her mind. It was something she thought she had experienced in the past but each of those relationships had turned to dust like vampires in the sun. Every time things got hard people left. People fell in and out of love these days so fast they don't even get to know the whole of the person they are with.

She knew next to nothing about Tristan. She knew he was a prince, a warrior, an incredible lover, caring, honest and heroic. She knew he was organized, well spoken and charming. And he was an alien.

'Why did the last fact seem to matter so little?'  she asked herself. 'because the rest matter so much'. That was the answer she was looking for.

Andrea spent an hour or so in thought laying in her lover's bed staring around the room at all of his possessions and wondering what he was doing.

"Nyla," Andrea asked "Where is Tristan right now?"

"Tristan is currently located in" she paused to calculate his location, "the navigation chamber of the East wing".

She enjoyed that she could find out where he was. It was comforting to know where he was even if she didn't know exactly where the location was in this massive building... or was it a ship?

"What kind of transport is this, Nyla?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Our ship is a Renton X37 Model G14 dual propulsion carrier"

Andrea felt her eyes glaze over with the explanation.

"Good to know" Andrea quipped knowing that none of that was going to stay in her head for longer than 30 seconds.

She wanted to get out of the room as comforting and nice as it was. She wanted to see the rest of the ship- look around and get a feel for it and maybe she would run into Tristan while she did it.

"Nyla could you open the door to the hallway?"