Alien Romance: The Alien's Bliss: A Sci-fi Alien Warrior Invasion Abduction Romance (11 page)

He stopped in a patch of trees shading the ground from the aurora’s light. Pitch dark surrounded them. Then, out of the darkness, his mouth found hers. Even at close range, she could see nothing of him but blackness. She felt him with her lips, and her arms went around his body. Their bodies came together in calm and quiet, without the struggling passion of their first union.

Their hands and arms explored parts of each other they’d left neglected in their rush last time, and their lips anchored them together so they couldn’t be lost in the dark. Aimee could take all the time she needed to explore him, to discover him, to find out how he reacted to her touch the way she never had time to do last time. Her senses tuned to him in the dark. She strained to listen to his breath when she ran her fingers through his feathers. She smelled his rich aroma and tasted his skin and tongue until she recognized every inch of him.

Leaves and twigs cushioned them when they sank to the ground. His hands slipped inside her clothes, and his fingertips tantalized her skin. She arched her back, and he slid his warm palm up her ribcage to her breasts. She pushed her straining nipples into his hand and gasped with relief when he pricked her skin with his fingers.

She drank in his kiss. Her body craved his touch, but she could hold herself in reserve now. Desire no longer drove her to ravenous excess. She drifted at ease in this new reality without fear. She relaxed into his embrace, but he didn’t lift her off the ground. He stroked her hair back from her forehead, and his heartbeat vibrated through her. That rhythm pulsed down her body to her feet and out to her fingertips.

She slipped into a timeless dream where nothing existed but the two of them. They could spend forever like this. Hours passed in mingled bliss before he rolled over on top of her. Her legs didn’t strap themselves around him in desperation. Her hands didn’t claw at his clothes. No craven need drove her to consume his very essence. She already knew him. She was one with him, just being here. Their bodies already existed in a nexus of mutual being between one territory and another, between one faction and another, belonging to no one.

Somehow, he found his way inside her clothes and she inside his. She lost track of time and place until not even the night air touched her skin. Eternal harmony continued unbroken when he slipped inside her. She moved against him with the same smooth undulations as he moved against her.

One wave of misty ecstasy broke over them, but they continued in conjoined bliss with no rupture. Their flesh sealed in warm, wet pleasure, and he stayed firm inside her. Even their lips continued uninterrupted the dance of endless communication beyond words, beyond time, beyond being.

Aimee swam in the hypnotic pools of his eyes. How did she live before she restored herself in those deep wells? What did she look at? Who did she talk to? She no longer remembered a past where anything else occupied her mind.

His weight slipped down to her side, and her legs rotated sideways with him. He lay at her side for long moments, with their bodies still joined and their souls passing back and forth between their lips. He rested his head on his arm, and she propped her cheek on her hand.

When did she roll up on top of him? She couldn’t say, but it seemed the most natural place in the world to be. His shaft found the deepest, warmest place inside her and brought her senses back to life. She breathed into him, but their rhythm never changed. Free flowing communication neither ebbed nor flowed. They remained bound in seamless flesh.

On it went, all night. When did he rise above her, and when did he fall beneath her? She remembered nothing but the aurora shining in his eyes, the endless tide of breath, of perfect interchange of soul information back and forth from his cells to hers. No other memories interfered with that blessed fusion of him with her and her with him. She never wanted to be aware of anything else again.

Breaking dawn brought them out of their reverie, so Aimee saw his whole face. She sighed. The transition was inevitable, but she didn’t mind. He was still there. His body still rested on top of hers. Sweat still merged his flesh with hers. Not even walking away from each other to different territories could change that now.

How would they come together again? She couldn’t say, but they would come together. Of that she was certain. The negotiations might fail. The Avitras might go back to their own territory and she might go back to the Lycaon without Piwaka, but she would be with him. She was part of him now, never to be separated.

Even when he peeled back from her, when his lips unlocked from hers and the chill air touched her juice-spattered thighs, she only sighed. This was destined to happen eons ago. She simply followed a script set out for her. Her fate would bring her back to him somehow. She got up and arranged her clothes. She ran her fingers through her hair. Piwaka didn’t speak, either. There was nothing to say. She would tell Donen the Avitras were still here.

He took her hand, and they wandered through the brightening woods the same way they wandered here in the first place. Would she walk back down that hill as though nothing had happened? No, she was forever changed. Her very flesh carried the imprint of his touch. His juice trickled down between her thighs and sent surges of ecstasy through her. His sizzling hot essence spread from her deepest core, coursed through her veins, and reorganized her body to its purpose. She no longer had to speak, to him or to anyone else. She knew her place in this world, and nothing and no one could take that away from her.

Her friends and relatives would see a different person from the woman who came from the Lycaon. How could anyone look at her and see the same person, even if she still wore the same clothes? Her hair hadn’t grown, but she no longer carried a hard warrior shell around her soft living center. Anyone could see that.

Piwaka only walked a short distance before he stopped and faced her. He drew her to him and kissed her long and slow and deep. The sun broke above the trees and lit up his feathers. Aimee didn’t notice. She stared in his eyes as long as she could. This pleasure, like the others, would be over soon enough. Who knew how long she would have to carry these treasured moments with her before she experienced them again?

At last he tore himself away and set off again, but he didn’t make it very far before he stopped again. His eyes searched her face, and his mouth sought some certainty in her lips. The third time he stopped and lost himself in her embrace, he sank into a resigned solidity with a sigh. He wouldn’t stop again. He would deliver her to the Divide, and he would go back to the Avitras.

A dozen questions flooded her mind, but she quieted them. He knew best how to handle Aquilla and his people. She had her own side of the bargain to keep, and a long walk back to camp in front of her. She would tell the simple truth to anyone who asked. She wouldn’t hide herself anymore.

He compressed his lips and nodded without a word. He started to turn away. Then he gave her one last long, tender kiss, but at that moment, a branch snapped and Aquilla flew down through the canopy. He landed right in front of Piwaka. Aimee drew back in alarm. She pulled her hand out of Piwaka’s grasp, but Aquilla paid no attention to her. He rushed at Piwaka. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Piwaka opened his mouth to answer, but Aquilla cut him off. “How could you offer them those concessions? Do you know what this will do to us? You’ve left me wide open to attack from three hostile factions.”

Piwaka tried again to answer. “Did you see the other Alphas.....”

Aquilla waved his arms and spun away. “Did
you
see them? Did you see the look on Donen’s face? He gloated all the way down the hill. You sold me out. How can I trust you again?”

Piwaka listened with his usual calm. “The other Alphas think they gave you concessions, not the other way around.”

Aquilla cocked an eyebrow at him. “What concessions did they give me? I gave more ground than I should have. I should have walked away without giving anything instead of giving in.”

Piwaka’s shoulders relaxed. Maybe only Aimee noticed. “All the Alphas caved to your demand to re-examine the borders. That will take months—maybe even years. They won’t go any further with their peace process until they do it. They’ll give in to any obstacle you can throw in their path. You hold all the power here, and they know it.”

Aquilla’s eyes blazed. Then, to Aimee’s surprise, he wilted in front of her eyes. His chin fell down on his chest, and his shoulders slumped. “I don’t want all the power. I don’t want any of it.”

Piwaka raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean? What could you want if you don’t want power? You want the other Alphas eating out of your hand, and that’s what you got. They won’t move a muscle without your permission.”

Aquilla shook his head. “I’m no good at this political stuff. You’re the one with all the ideas. You should negotiate with them instead of me.”

Piwaka shrugged. “You’re Alpha. It’s your job to negotiate with them. I’m your Captain. It’s my job to give you ideas and support you.”

Aquilla looked away. “I don’t want to be Alpha. The pressure is killing me. I want to spend my time with my mate and my family. You’ll make a better Alpha than me. You take over.”

Piwaka shot a glance at Aimee. It was the first time she’d ever seen anything catch him off guard. “I can’t take over. You know that. You’re Alpha by inheritance through your father and your older brother. My family has always been Captains. We can’t change that now.”

Aquilla waved his arm. “Who says we can’t change it? If one man makes a better Alpha, why shouldn’t he hold the reins? I never wanted to be Alpha. I never wanted any of this.”

Piwaka stared at him. Then he sighed and laid his hand on Aquilla’s shoulder. “You’re tired. We’ve traveled two hundred miles, and the pressure of the negotiation is wearing on you. We’ll go back to the village where you can rest. Then you’ll be ready to face another round with a clear head.”

“I’ve felt this way for a long time,” Aquilla told him. “It started long before we came here, even before we took that Ursidrean hostage. It even started when my father was still alive. I never wanted the Alpha position. It was only bad luck that my brother died and I had to become Alpha.”

Piwaka’s eyes flew open. “As long ago as that? You never said anything.”

“If I said anything,” Aquilla replied, “you would have been as startled then as you are now. You would have told me I had no choice but to become Alpha whether I wanted to or not.” He glared down at the ground. “You’re doing the same thing now.”

Piwaka opened his mouth and shut it again. Then he sighed again. “I had no idea. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a safe harbor to confide in me. I know now.”

Aquilla’s head shot up. “But you still think there’s nothing we can do. I’ll continue to be Alpha, I’ll keep making mistakes like I always have, and I’ll still be miserable. I’ll never be free and happy as long as I’m Alpha. My family will suffer. I’ll live a life of isolation and hardship on the frontier, away from the village and my mate and children, the same way my father did. I’m doomed.”

Piwaka smiled at him. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a solution to this one way or the other.”

“There is no solution,” Aquilla shot back. “I’ll never be happy as long as I’m Alpha.”

“You said that,” Piwaka murmured.

“I’m terrible as Alpha,” Aquilla went on. “I can’t make good decisions like you can. Kidnapping that Ursidrean seemed like a good idea at the time. Why didn’t you tell me you objected when we brought him back from the frontier?”

Piwaka hesitated. “I did tell you. I told you you shouldn’t beat him the way you did. I told you to feed him and treat him well, or Donen would never have anything to do with us.”

Aquilla threw up his hands. “All the decisions I make turn out to be disasters. I can’t do anything right.”

Piwaka squeezed his shoulder again. “That’s not true.”

“You know it is,” Aquilla returned. “You should be Alpha. I resign. You take over.”

Piwaka snorted. “And what about the negotiation? What will the others say when I show up to negotiate with them and you aren’t there?”

Aquilla brooded for a moment. Then he straightened up, and a weight lifted off his shoulders. “We won’t tell them. We’ll keep it a secret.”

Piwaka started back. “What?”

“You’re already doing all the negotiating,” Aquilla pointed out. “You already do most of the talking, if not all of it. I’ll come with you to the negotiations, but you talk to them. You make the decisions. I don’t want to have anything to do with it anymore.”

Piwaka frowned. “Are you sure?”

Aquilla nodded. “You do it. I don’t want to be Alpha anymore.”

Piwaka studied him. Then he nodded, too. He clapped Aquilla on both shoulders. “Go back to camp. Your mate is still here, isn’t she? Good. Go back to your mate and try to rest. I’ll call you when we have another negotiation to attend.”

Aimee waited until Aquilla disappeared into the trees. “Are you sure about this?”

Piwaka turned to her with a smile. “He is. That’s what important.”

“So what are we going to do?” she asked.

He guided her by the elbow away from the Avitras camp toward the Divide. “This is the best thing that could happen. I can steer the Avitras toward peace.”

Aimee couldn’t suppress a smile. “Wait until the other Alphas find out.”

He stopped short. “You heard what he said. You can’t tell anybody about this. He could take back the Alpha position at the snap of his fingers if anybody finds out. Let him save face, and keep his secret. I’ll negotiate with the other Alphas, and we’ll come to a peace agreement—at least, as solid a peace agreement as we can come to at short notice.”

“And then what?” she asked.

He started walking. “Then all bets are off.”

Aimee and her friends stood inside the tree line at the top of the Eastern Divide. Sunlight streamed through the canopy and twinkled on the water flowing over a little waterfall into a sparkling pool.

Caleb sniffed the air. “Well, this is all very charming, but where are our friends?”