Her Alien Savior (14 page)

He picked her up, shifted her onto his lap so she was facing him. He put his hands over hers, raised them and put them on his shoulders. “Touch them.”

She ran her fingers over his tense shoulder muscles, their bulging mass a reminder of his maleness. She encountered resistance at the point of his shoulder blades. Bone covered with what felt like the softest of fabrics. “They don’t even feel like skin. But they aren’t feathered.”

Finn’s laugh was soft and gentle. “No. We aren’t birds, you know.” His hands were on her shoulders, tracing tiny circles that expanded as he lowered them down her back to her bra. With the slightest, just a tiniest hint of a struggle he unclasped the bra and slid it down. She shrugged it off then put her hands on his shoulders again. He pulled her close, her breasts pressed against his naked flesh.

Against her sex, his shaft was hard, insistent, and present.

Marissa shifted, pushing her sundress away, his hardness pressed against her folds, separated only by the sheer pink panties she’d put on this morning. Damp panties, a testament to the desire she felt for him.

He moved his hips, pressing his shaft against her clit, back and forth. The gasp she made didn’t even sound like her own voice.

“Finn.”

Marissa leaned to the side, reached under the legband of her panties and shoved them out of the way. She rose on her knees, then lowered herself until the tip of him was pressing against her entrance.

Finn placed his hands on her hips, lifting his body, he entered her the slightest bit, his eyes closed and a low groan escaped his lips.

Marissa breathed out, waiting, hoping, feeling his heat pressing, promising against her lust-slick folds.

With a sudden burst he drew her on him filling her, expanding, completing, every bit of her was full, almost painfully so.

“Damn.” Her words were uttered, barely.

“Are you okay?” He rocked her back and forth, then raised and lowered her on his shaft, her juices making sloppy noises that turned her on even more.

She couldn’t answer him, she didn’t trust her voice. She nodded and ground on him, taking him in deeper, enjoying the pain that suffused the pleasure.

He leaned against the headboard while she rocked on him, she reached between her folds, touching her clit, rubbing on it, each touch making the next one more frantic.

When Finn’s fingers joined hers, spreading her open, watching what she was doing, then doing what she did, she slammed herself onto him, time after time, her wetness increasing, and her tempo wild. A release was building up like a tidal wave. She leaned back, hoping to postpone it, not wanting to yield to the overwhelming sensations that threatened to send her out of control. “Stop, god, stop.”

Instead of stopping, Finn put an arm around her and turned her over. She watched in the mirror, his face vision of lust, sexiness, and intensity—and all of it with a tinge of colors that drifted from green to a light purple.

Behind her he spread her legs, put his forearm under her and raised her up and backward. He pushed her legs apart, she raised her hips, ready, wanting.

Finn drove into her with a grunt that paralleled her own at the sensation of being filled.

He pumped her body mercilessly, each pump bringing her closer and closer to the same tide pool that threatened earlier.

“Stop holding back. I want to see you as you are. As you can be,” Finn demanded.

With his words, his glorious wings expanded behind him.

A surge like an electric current flowed through her, a scream followed in its wake as shudders and spasms shook her body. Her back arched, then she pushed against him, taking more of him into her pulsing, contracting muscles.

With a cry and a grimace on his sexy face, his expression one of pure ecstasy, he pulled her tight against her, filling her. Pressure pushed against her as he came undone within her.

She collapsed on the bed, still wracked with an occasional spasm.

He lay next to her, touching her skin, running his fingers over her back. “I never would have imagined that was what it would be like.” His voice was breathless, exerted, exhausted. “So much lost control.”

“I’ve never felt anything that intense. Wait. What do you mean? You mean you didn’t imagine that is what it would be like with a human?”

“With anyone. Asazi don’t do that—this—it.” His fingers traveled lower, over the curve of her bottom, toward her thigh.

“Ever? Then how’d you know what to do?”

His fingers went lower, between her legs, swirling through the juices they’d made. “There was a video, at my hotel.”

“That’s called porn. It’s not quite like the real thing.”

“I’m convinced of that.”

“How do your women get pregnant, if you don’t—you know . . .”

“Our children are planned, and it depends on the—”

When he stopped she knew. Knew what he was going to say, and didn’t want to say. The reason he met her. The reason he was here. What he had to do with her.

“So what is your plan? For me? For you?”

“I have not fully formulated one. One thing I am certain of. I don’t plan to return. I don’t think I can.”

“You can stay with me.” Did those words just come out of her mouth? Marissa wanted to bite her tongue. What the hell was she thinking? She had no job, and who knew what was up with him.

“My concern is that they will come for you.”

“I’m not safe? My house isn’t? Surely they can’t find me.”

“I don’t think you are safe.”

“Because I’m a target. But you don’t know why? Really? And you have no idea? Not even a guess?”

“If I had to guess—I’d say they want your eggs, or genes, or something.”

What the hell. She sat upright. “So what’s your role in all of this? And why would you agree to do it?”

“I’m a soldier. It’s not optional. I’m supposed to bring you in.”

“And?”

“It doesn’t look like I will.”

“Why not?”

He rubbed his head. “I’m not sure.”

“Now what?”

“My career will be gone. I would probably be tried for treason if I return. I could end up in prison.”

She paused a moment, taking it all in. “All for me.”

“It seemed the right thing to do.”

She was curious about so much. She didn’t know where to start. “Why don’t your people relocate? Come back to Earth?”

He kissed the tip of her nose, his face a tint of green. “Could you move all of Earth’s population, all of them, today?”

Marissa pondered his question. It seemed silly at first, but she was starting to see where he was going now. “No, we don’t have enough transportation, rockets, whatever.”

“Exactly. There may not be as many of us, but we still don’t have the means.”

“How did you leave Earth if this was long ago?”

“I don’t know. The Sacred Writings say we were moved, during the Banishment. The writings are not exact, it’s more like they speak in riddles at times. Our wings were rendered useless after our people broke tenets. We were banished to the place we live now.”

“So you have a god?”

“One I’m not really sure I believe in, to be honest.”

“And that tattoo?” she pointed to his arm.

“It’s an Asazi . . . thing . . . legend.”

“A woman? That’s winged?”

He nodded. “Her child is to be the one that takes us home.”

“And Earth is home.” She nodded. “Interesting story.”

“That’s why I said, I’m not sure anymore what I believe in. I believe in things I can touch, things I know. I know I’m here. I know I have feelings for you. I know I can survive without Asazi food though I was led to believe I can’t. I know that I’m more human than I thought I was. I’m not sure about the rest of our people, and to what degree. They weren’t born of humans. Once, long ago they were—some of them were.”

“But they look like you? You really could pass for one of us, minus the wings and the colorful skin. And the place you live now? Tell me about Asazi.”

“Asazi are my people. We live on Kormia. Its natives are called Kormics. Kormia is beautiful, but full of danger, because of the Kormics. They will not rest until we are extinct, or dominated fully.”

This information was overwhelming, too much to digest. Now what? She waited for more, but he gave nothing. They were both silent.

Car doors closed outside. Finn jumped to his feet. Behind the drapes, he looked out the window. His voice was low. “Curses. They’re here. They’re going to the front office. Let’s go.”

She wanted to ask who, but didn’t have a chance. He’d grabbed their clothes and her bag and they were in front of the door. Completely nude. Something in her wanted to react. Wanted to protest. But the urgency in his tone and manner corked all of her responses. If he thought it was that important, she wasn’t going to argue, not when it seemed that his mission was her safety.

He opened the door slowly, soundlessly, they slipped onto the veranda, then she saw what he was looking at. A car, and a man next to it. Two other men were bound for the registration

Finn led her the other way, still holding her hand in one of his and their things in the other.

They rounded the corner and slid down the outdoor metal stairs with stealth, hidden by the ice machine. Two more floors to go.

Her nudity bugged her, despite the direness of the situation. “Finn, can I get dressed please?”

He froze, looking down. He clamped a hand over her face.

Marissa glanced in the same direction. A man was at the base of the stairs, looking the other away.

“Your wings.” Translucent webbed extended behind him. The wings flapped, fanning her with air. “Unbelievable. And they don’t work? At all?” She mumbled under his hand, peeling his fingers away.

“No. Asazi wings don’t work. We cannot fly.”

“Um, then why are your feet not touching the ground?”

He looked down. “Curses.” But he kept rising. “Curses. I can fly. I can. I’m not even sure how I’m controlling this—these—it.” He dropped to the floor and enveloped her in his arms. “Come here.”

She wanted to say,
Hell no.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Chapter 32

Finn

Finn didn’t have the time to process this miracle. Not with Asazi soldiers a few yards away. He flew up, and up, and up. He wanted to laugh with joy at this amazing development. The first thought he had was how much this would help Asazi in a battle with Kormics. But he had more pressing issues to tend to, like saving Marissa, so he had to let that thought go. For now.

North. He knew that Houston was north of Galveston. And right now he needed to be able to hide amongst population. So he flew north.

In a short time the city lights of Houston glowed in the distance. He made for the highest point with the least amount of light and alit on the rooftop of a high-rise in downtown Houston, overlooking the bustling, traffic-laden metropolis. He handed Marissa her clothes, though he’d enjoyed her body against his for the flight.

She slipped behind a large metal box. He heard the rustling of clothing as she dressed.

“Now what?” She asked.

“I’m not sure. Things are confusing. My wings aren’t supposed to work. They never have. No Asazi has functioning wings. And earlier, when your fiancé and those guys attacked—I don’t move that fast. I never have.”

“Ex!” She emerged, folded her arms over her chest, angry. A beautiful fierce vision, hair askew, eyes on fire with green light. “So what do you think? What’s different? Why do you have these . . . superpowers? Being on Earth? Being part human?”

He needed to think. And he didn’t want to voice his suspicions yet. They were too uncertain.

“So tell me more about where you’re from. And how you were on Earth before.”

He wanted to tell her the answers to her questions even less than he wanted to tell her about his suspicions as to why he could fly, or move so fast. But he owed her something. The least he could deliver was answers.

“Originally we lived in your world, among humans, occasionally interacting. Long ago we were banished. Sent to another world, one inhabited by others. We battled, we lost. My people, the Asazi, live in hiding from the Kormics. We have battles at times. We are working to return to Earth to claim our lands. Some of our buildings still exist, here—on Earth. Earth’s people have no idea about us, only theories and speculation.”

“Why don’t you leave that planet? If it’s so bad, I mean.”

“Not so easy to move an entire population.”

“And Asazi are harvesting our eggs?”

“I can’t be sure that’s what our scientists are doing, but it’s the best I can come up with.”

“Why don’t the Asazi try harvesting Kormic eggs? Instead of traveling to the far ends of the galaxy?”

“It’s been tried, with captive Kormics. The results were disastrous.”

He paced up and down the high rise. What could he do now? Who would help her? How could he leave her? Could he? Should he hide her and return to the ship and be a failure at his mission, but know that she was safe? What if his people scheduled another Wave? Would she be targeted? Would she ever be safe?

He wished he could talk to Kal, unsupervised, uncensored. To ask him if he thought there was a way to leave Marissa out of the mission.

He would go back to the ship. Wait and see if he had a chance to have privacy with Kal. If he was found he’d claim he couldn’t find her. Would they know different?

They were at the hotel. Who were they following? How did they know? Him or her? Him probably. A thought came to mind. He took the phone out of his pocket and placed it in a crevice on the high rise rooftop. He’d have to keep moving if this was how they found him. If they used the phone to trace him.

He turned back to look at the woman, the vision—chest heaving, this dark-haired, curvy hellion. A woman who had become much more to him than he thought possible.

He sucked a deep breath in, knowing that his next step would be difficult. “I have to go.”

Chapter 33

Marissa