I Married An Alien (6 page)

“
Dear Envah I hope this works,” he groaned, now struggling with the zip. His bulge was so big that he couldn’t seem to get the damn thing to slide past it. Why did Human clothes have to be so
complicated?

Finally it complied, and Jordan heaved a relieved sigh, but when he looked down again, he gaped. It had been years since he’d seen himself like this. He was engorged to breaking point, the skin dark and tight. He coated his hands with moisturizing lotion and then took himself in hand. The thick, hard organ felt hot against his palm when he coiled his fingers around it, several degrees higher than the rest of his body temperature.

As soon as he took hold of himself, his whole body jerked, his knees almost buckling beneath him. He collapsed against the door as he found his own rhythm, the pressure continuing to build till he thought he would explode into a zillion tiny fragments.

His breath was coming in short hard pants as his fist pumped harder. The image of his mate flashed before his eyes, and he knew in an instant which of the Earth women was destined to be his.

Release surged through him like seismic shock waves, and he cried out load, his whole body jerking back against the door. He watched in shock as a glittering silver arc fountained into the air from the end of his organ.

“
Good God!” he gasped. “It’s never done that before.” It had always come out in a faint trickle. Neither had anyone told him about it. He supposed it meant he was now fertile and capable of creating a child to keep their race from dying out. The thought pleased him, and he stepped away from the door.

But trying to pull the zipper back up again proved futile. Even though he’d taken the edge of his desire for his mate, he could still feel it inside him, and his erection remained to remind him this was far from over.

“
Are you all right in there?” Logan thumped on the door. “Do you need a hand?” There was an evil chuckle.

Jordan had never known the older man to have such a nasty sense of humor. “If you must know, I can’t get this damn zipper back up!” Jordan growled back.

“
Perhaps it’s time to haul out those wedding pants, since it seems one of them pretty young things is going to steal my best friend from me, at least for the next two weeks or so.” There was another laugh.

Jordan yanked open the door to face his friend, but Logan had already disappeared to some other part of the suite, no doubt searching for those accursed trousers. As soon as he was properly attired he’d track down that little rodent of an official and demand he take him to the women. Trying to remove the urge to mate with his partner had proven futile. The need was coursing through him again, more powerful than before. He burned and ached to the very core of his being.

Chapter
Four

After we’d splashed cold water on ourselves, some of the girls even reapplying their make-up, we were ushered to a comfortable round table in a large sitting room, where we were served our dinner. It was nothing like what we would have enjoyed at the glittering rooftop restaurant, but it still tasted better than anything I’d cooked over the past few years. My culinary skills were basic at best, and I’d lost the heart to create anything interesting because my mother complained no matter what I made. So I’d kept it simple and bland, but on the side I had indulged in ice cream, chips and chocolate bars, my secret rewards to myself, which of course had piled on the kilos.

A couple of the girls decided the only way they could handle what might eventuate, was to imbibe as much of the fruity wine as they could. Since it tasted so nice, even I decided to indulge, but in a slightly more civilized manner. I still wanted to learn more about what was going on here, and I didn’t want to be too toasted.

Miss Jackson frowned across the table at them, but decided to keep her opinion to herself for a change. The atmosphere in the room was akin to that of a wake, dark and dismal. No one seemed to want to talk, which suited me fine. After three days of their incessant chatter, I appreciated the peace and quiet. It gave me time to think, as I wondered what the outcome of this strange journey of mine would be.

What awaited me on my return to Earth? Would I continue on in the shoes of the lovely young Andita DeBurgh, or would I end up back in my own cumbersome body? The more I thought about it, the less I felt like going back. I wanted to be free of the old Ruth, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

I had seen and done more interesting things over the past few days than in my entire lifetime. It made me realize I really did have an adventurous streak, something that had obviously been stamped out of me by my personal circumstances, my domineering mother and my own low self-esteem and unattractiveness.

When I thought of my father, I couldn’t help imagining him applauding my current situation, even though it seemed that women of the future had taken a retrograde step in letting this crazy Treaty become law. Wasn’t there anything else Earth could have offered the Terrons besides its own women? Other than that they were free to pursue their studies back on Earth, but it seemed this particular group were as vacuous as any debutantes from the nineteen fifties. Were all young women on Earth this insipid and disinterested in the larger picture? I might have missed out on a great deal of life experience, but at least I still kept abreast of current affairs.

A flurry of activity at the door told us that the man we’d tried to thwart out of his mate had returned. And this time there would be no denying him. His strong handsome features were tight with determination, and his intense sky-blue eyes glittered silver with an inner light. He really was the most magnificent man I had ever seen. How could any girl not want to swoon in those strong arms?

Swoon? I remembered thinking how I’d
never
do that! And here I was, practically drooling! I blamed my new body, obviously still pumped with feminine hormones I had lost years ago.

He crossed the plush carpeted floor in several long strides. He still wore the black jacket but had changed his trousers, because this pair shimmered under the overhead lights, and were so tight they almost looked as though they were a part of him. Some kind of futuristic lycra I assumed as I finally managed to tear my eyes from his long lean legs and he walked around the table and out of my line of sight. But I could sense him, and knew he had stopped directly behind my seat.

I almost jumped right out of my chair when he placed his hand on my shoulder. As I turned to glance at it I noticed how enormous it was, with long tapered fingers tipped with neat buffed nails. He could twist my head off my shoulders in an instant with paws like that I thought, almost wishing a return to my more robust middle-aged body.

It was then I realized just why he had laid his hand against my shoulder, particularly when Emily-Sue grabbed hold of my arm and started to sob.

I was the chosen one, the one destined to be his mate. But I can’t be, I rebelled internally. I’m not from this time and place. I don’t even belong here.

Of course Mr Dinner Plate hands didn’t know this. Before I knew it, he had easily drawn me from my chair, by sliding his massive paws under the crocks of my arms.

Emily-Sue continued to cling to my arm. “No, not Anita,” she cried. “Not her.”

“
I’m sorry,” he rumbled from above me, as he pulled me against his body. I came up against a solid wall of muscle. His apology astounded me, and I glanced up into his face. Yes, he did mean it, I realized, as a flicker of regret flared in his silvery eyes. Then he easily pried Emily-Sue’s fingers from my other arm.

“
Unless your planet can come up with something else, this is the way of things,” he said in a deep accent-free voice. It seemed all Terrons spoke English like that. Languages and accents weren’t something I’d studied in any particular detail, but the way the Terrons spoke made them sound so devoid of emotion, like they possessed no feelings whatsoever. It was a relief to find Mr Demantena did have them, however guarded they might be.

His words mirrored my thoughts of only moments ago. Obviously he had reservations about the whole treaty thing too, making me wonder if I now had some leverage to negotiate my way out of this bizarre situation. I knew if I didn’t do it soon, he’d probably knock me over the head and drag me back to his cave by my hair.

Instead of the future I felt like I’d taken a trip into a bygone era of arranged marriages and slavery. Until today I hadn’t even met the man. We didn’t know anything about one another, yet we were expected to ‘mate’ because of some crazy sixth sense his race seemed to possess.

Emily-Sue came after us as Mr Demantena propelled me away from the table, his hand still resting firmly against the back of my neck. I realized the glass of wine I’d drunk had made me a bit too tipsy. I felt a little light-headed and my legs were rubbery, but it could also be because of the immense man walking beside me, as he guided me where he wanted me to go.

I suppose I could have broken free and run back to the sobbing women, but something told me I’d end up bodily removed from the room, just like a cave girl. I much preferred to go under my own steam. Besides, I’d had enough of their company. Despite my apprehension about what would happen next, I was rather intrigued by this tall alien man, and thought despite my reservations he’d be much more interesting company. I mean how many people did I know who had actually left Earth’s orbit?

“
Can’t we at least say goodbye? Emily-Sue cried.

A tearful farewell was the last thing I wanted, so I hastened my exit, also managing to get away from the overwhelming presence of my new-found companion and the pressure of that huge warm hand against my back. Once we were out in the corridor, officials directed us in opposite directions anyway, at least for now.

I was escorted back to my suite to collect my belongings. I crammed them into my case as fast as I could, hating the way every move I made was being watched by that odious little official and his off-sider. Then I found myself in the elevator once more, heading to yet another floor. Trying to keep track of where I was going proved futile. They all looked the same. Soon I was completely disoriented and lost.

In the end I was ushered into a curtained chamber with a view over the ocean. The planet’s three moons were bright tonight, something I hadn’t noticed from the other side of the building looking down on the city skyline. It was a breathtaking scene, but I wasn’t given time to admire it. An Earthean woman appeared from another room and beckoned me to join her.

I entered what appeared to be a change room, and in front of me hang the most beautiful satin dress I had ever seen. So brides still wore white, I reasoned, as the woman introduced herself. That set me to wondering if as Anita, I was still a virgin. I had absolutely no idea!

“
My name is Dana, and I’ve been living on Terron for twenty years,” she said, sounding quite proud of the fact. I turned to regard her. If she’d been mated to one of the Terrons, she must have done so in her twenties, which would make her close to my real age, but this woman looked so ageless it was impossible to determine her age. She had sleek black hair, intelligent brown eyes, and smooth clear skin any teenager would be proud of.

“
You don’t look like you’ve been here that long.” I just had to say it.

She smiled, but didn’t answer my question. “I think you will look absolutely stunning in this dress.” She fingered the satiny materiel of the gown.

“
If it fits,” I remarked.

“
They always fit,” she asserted. “It’s made from the materiel the Terrons make most of their clothes out of. Unfortunately they won’t let us take a sample back to Earth to analyze. It would save a fortune in the clothing industry because it stretches so far and seems to last forever.”

If fashion now was anything like my time, then cloth like this would close down the entire clothing industry, but I didn’t comment. I let her help me out of my blue dress and into the new one, for which I wasn’t permitted to wear my bra or even my panties. It wasn’t until I had the garment on that I realized why support wasn’t necessary. The dress clung to me so well that it held me in and hugged me in all the right places, although I wasn’t impressed with the more than ample amount of cleavage now on display.

But I couldn’t help enjoying the sensual feel of the materiel against my skin. It was soft and light, almost like wearing nothing at all. The long flowing skirt fluttered about my legs like the caress of a thousand butterflies. And, unlike lycra, it
breathed.

“
Now in keeping with Earth tradition, a fingertip veil.” Dana pulled a mass of white tulle festooned with pearls from the dresser behind her. She fluffed it out and affixed it to the top of my head with a pearl and crystal encrusted comb.

I’m getting married Mother, I couldn’t help thinking, to the most stunning man imaginable. I really must be dreaming. This can’t possibly be happening. But everything I’d been experiencing these past three days had made me feel more alive than anything I’d done in my entire life.

This meant I was also going to discover sex. At that thought I swallowed. I didn’t think I was ready for that, particularly not with a man I didn’t even know, a man who was so damn
huge.
Perhaps I could talk him into spending some time getting to know one another first, I thought hopefully.

“
There.” Dana placed her hands on my shoulders to turn me so I could look in the mirror. Staring at the stunning woman on the other side of the glass, I very much doubted Mr Demantena would want to spend time getting to know me. He’d probably devour me on the spot. I had never seen a more beautiful bride. What if I morphed back into my true self the moment he said ’I do?’ I wondered for an insane moment. He’d probably run screaming from the room.