Alien Mate (15 page)

He’s completely insane,
she thought, staring up at him. There would be no reasoning with him. He was like a rabid animal, and there was only one thing you could do with that. Put it down.

Would Kor be able to kill his brother, though? If Kor showed up to save her, that is.

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Oh, who am I kidding? I know Kor will come. Hasn’t he told me enough times I am his? Not to
mention he’d never let his brother get away with this.

“There will be no defiling. This is where it ends.”

Diana’s heart sped up when she heard Kor’s cool, calm words, and she wanted to run to him when his figure, somewhat gaunter than she remembered due to his accident, appeared.

But Kil had moved forward and pointed a laser gun at her, its red guiding light centered on her tummy.

“Brother, so kind of you to join us,” said Kil, sweeping a mocking bow while keeping his eyes trained on Kor. “I was just telling your mate here how much I was going to enjoy taking her again. Oh yes, I quite enjoyed my taste of her on the ship. Quite the little screamer, isn’t she?”

“You pig,” she spat. “You—”

“Quiet, little Diana, or I’ll poke another kind of hole in you,” he said, wagging his gun menacingly.

Kor shook his head. “I know you haven’t touched her, Kil. Another sad fact of the plague is the children born during it are impotent. You’re as useless as a eunuch.”

Kil screamed in rage and spun the gun on Kor, firing. But Kor had already moved, and Diana heard the whistle as one of his daggers flew through the air and hit Kil high in the shoulder.

Kil grinned evilly at his brother. “I don’t have to kill you to hurt you. I’ll just kill your mate.”

Kil swung to Diana, and then it was as if everything slowed down. Diana could see his trigger finger pulling back, and she wanted to close her eyes so she wouldn’t see her death coming, but she couldn’t. Instead she watched, wide-eyed, unable to even scream. Thus she saw only too clearly the smoky hands that shot up from the gray soil, the fingers elongated and curved at the end like claws. The emerging cocoon of smoke and shadow wrapped around Kil, and, horrified, he looked down. He opened his mouth to scream, and the dark mist flowed into him. Kil’s eyes bulged in terror.

With a slight tremor in the ground, Kil began to sink, the soil beneath his feet suddenly liquid. Eyes wide with panic, Kil was absorbed by the spirits in the graveyard. Diana’s gorge rose, and she turned away, feeling a moment later Kor’s arms around her as he scooped her up and held her shaking body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, finally releasing her enough so she could breathe.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” she retorted, pushing away from him to look him over for signs of injury. Other than a new gauntness from his forced diet underground, he looked fine, better than fine, actually.

Diana burst into tears.

* * * *

Kor, seeing his mate, his beautiful moonflower Diana, burst into tears, felt panic.

“I thought you were uninjured,” he exclaimed, scooping her up and jogging back to the spacecraft he and Alphie had appropriated.

“I am,” she sniffled.

“Then why the tears?” he asked, confused, slowing his pace as he came into sight of the waiting vessel.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” she sobbed. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. And I was so scared and lonely.”

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Kor listened as she recited all of the things he’d found himself feeling too. He didn’t understand it. Were these emotions normal with one’s mate?

“I’m back now, and Kil’s gone. You don’t need to be afraid anymore.”

Kor walked up the ramp to the ship and carried Diana straight into the decontamination center. Stripping her soiled clothes from her, he ran his hands over her body to reassure himself that she was unmarked.

Of course, even something simple like that aroused him. It had been many cycles since he’d last been with his mate.

Kor felt possessed of a powerful urge to join with her. He needed to feel her clasped around him, screaming his name. Reassured she sported no injuries, he began caressing her smooth skin even as the tickling sensation of the decontamination lasers made Diana’s flesh tremble. He buried his face in her stomach, kissing it. Then, laying a trail of light caresses, he made his way down her soft skin to the thatch of curls that hid her sex.

He parted her with his fingers, and Diana sighed. Noticing her trembling legs, he lay her down on the pile of their discarded clothing and parted her thighs. Her pink wetness invited him, and Kor, parched for her taste, buried his face into that sweet heaven. He used his tongue to lick the ambrosia that was hers alone. His cock swelled thickly at the mewls of pleasure and tremors in her limbs. He continued to tease her with his tongue, unwilling to move from her.

He debated for a moment when he felt her muscles tightening, letting her orgasm against his mouth, and he tasted the nectar as it flowed from her, but his body ached terribly.
I need
to be inside of her.

Sliding up the length of her body, being sure to kiss her erect nipples, he buried himself deep inside her. He sighed at the hot, slick feel of her sex clenching tightly around his spear, the heaven he needed after the nightmare he’d been through.

He pumped his sweet mate, her pliant flesh moving with him, squeezing him tight, and driving him to the brink ’til, with a bellow, he came shouting her name. She wrapped her legs tight around him and echoed his cry as she orgasmed, her wet flesh pulsating and prolonging his own pleasure ’til he thought he would die in her arms.

Collapsing beside her on the hard floor, Kor vaguely realized where they were. While they’d satisfied their carnal need, the cleaning process had finished.

Scooping her boneless body up—a sure sign she’d enjoyed his attentions, Kor thought with a grin—he carried her to the cabin where they’d first joined and become mates.

When he laid her on the soft mattress, Diana opened her eyes and smiled at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and her lips swollen.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she whispered huskily. “I love you, Kor. I know you don’t have a word for love in your people’s language, but I know that what I feel for you is real. I don’t ever want to be without you. I’m so glad you’re back. Me and the baby I carry,” she said, stunning him as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her abdomen.

Kor felt the new hardness through her flesh, and he stood speechless long enough that Diana got an anxious look in her eyes.

“Aren’t you happy?”

Calling himself stupid for causing her to doubt, he lay down beside her and held her in his arms and spoke the words he found in his heart. “My people might not have the word

‘love’ in their vocabulary, but even without that word, this is how I feel. You are mine. And in return, I belong to you. I would cross the universe to be with you and die a painful death to protect you. The thought of being without you causes fear where fear was never known.

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When you smile, I can do anything. When you cry, I would fight the world to make it stop.

What is this, then, if not this love you seem to speak about.”

* * * *

What indeed
, thought Diana, her eyes wet and her throat tight. All this time she should have seen it, recognized, not gotten caught up in the Hallmark version of love that required those three specific words. Love was an emotion, not a word. And if love could be seen, it would look like Kor. If love could be felt, it would feel like Kor.

As she snuggled next to her mate
—yes, mine—
Diana smiled. It might have been ghosts and an Oracle who initially brought them together, but it was love, an emotion that transcended the boundaries of space and differences of their species that bound them now.

Forever.

The End

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Eve Langlais, who is in her mid thirties, has been married ten years to a wonderful man who gave her three beautiful—if noisy—children aged nine, six, and four. She works as a webmistress from home, and in her spare time--of which there is tragically too little—she likes to write, read, and Wii. She was born in British Columbia, but being a military brat ended up living all across Canada.

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