I Married An Alien (8 page)

I shuddered visibly. This was not good. Not good at all!

She retreated into the bedroom to pack up her medical supplies, coming back out with the elderly man. They both walked past me without another word. Just as I started to wonder if they were going to leave the guards behind, they too fell into step behind them. Dana gave me one more reassuring smile, before the door slid shut in their wake.

Naturally I had to follow them to test it, and of course I couldn’t find any way of opening it. There was no handle, no gap or break in the hard surface that seemed like some sort of metal, plastic and wood all rolled into one. With a sigh I stepped back and stood there in the sitting room. I knew I should go to Jordan, but at that particular point in time I felt quite ill myself. All the rich food and wine was starting to repeat on me.

Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders, turned around, and entered the bedroom. Jordan still lay unmoving on the bed, his eyes closed as though merely asleep. I wondered how long it would take whatever the medic had given him to kick in.

Slowly I stepped closer, continuing to study him. He really was a beautiful man, with strong powerful legs, a lean waist leading to an impressive six-pack and massive abs. Even when out for the count, he was impressive.

All that long wavy blonde hair fanning out about his head seemed so incongruous with the hard lines of his strong, masculine face. In repose his mouth had softened, and the long, fair lashes resting against his high cheekbones contrasted with the tough guy look he wore when awake.

I wondered what kind of a person he really was. Since I was now married to him, I supposed I would find out soon enough. However the way I had been shanghaied into this did not sit well with me. In the past three hundred years Humanity had taken a huge retrograde step in the way it treated its womenfolk. After all those years of fighting for equal rights, us females were right back in the middle-ages, to be traded or sold as merchandise for plant oil, of all things.

A soft moan from the bed yanked me out of my irritated thoughts, and I wondered it Jordan was finally coming out of his stupor. I continued to gaze down at him, but he didn’t stir. In fact he seemed to look worse than ever, his skin flushing red from whatever fever ailed him.

Did this mean I had to take matters into my own hands? Reluctantly I slid my gaze back down his powerful body, to that ominous bulge in his pants. It was still there, and I could have sworn I saw it twitch.

I had seen a few pictures of men’s anatomy over the years, but not once had I ever touched one. I wondered how I could possibly bring myself to do so now. The heat returned to my face as I reached out so my fingertips grazed the satin of his pants. It felt as soft to touch as it looked, but didn’t elicit a reaction from the man who wore them. As I gently laid my hand against his leg, I was conscious of how firm and hard it felt compared to the materiel which covered him. Every part of him seemed to be packed solid with muscle. Just what did he do for exercise to get so strong? Or were all Terron men simply gifted with their impressive physiques by nature?

Once again I found myself wondering how my own species could have stooped so low as to force its womenfolk to pair up with such powerful men. Wasn’t it bad enough that women were physically weaker than Earth men, that they now had to ‘mate’ with these virtual giants from another world?

I had never considered myself much of a feminist, but I felt like one now, rebelling in my mind at the injustice of my current situation.

But then a new feeling snuck up on me as I looked down at my small sender hand resting against this man’s strong thigh. It took me completely by surprise, since I don’t think I could recall ever experiencing the like. It started as a slow burning heat in my stomach and spread downwards, making my legs grow weak, It shocked me as much as warmed me, because I recognized what it was… desire…

And why shouldn’t I feel it?

Here I was stroking the thigh of an incredibly sexy man who had no idea I was doing it. I could do anything I liked to him until he stirred, if he ever did. Perhaps the concoction the medico had given him wouldn’t work, and he’d grow old before my very eyes.

He was too beautiful. I can’t let that happen to him. And I knew in that instant I would do what I’d been brought here to do.

With shaking hands, I slid my fingers under the waistband of his trousers and eased them down. He wore no underwear, just like I’d been forbidden to wear anything under my tight white sheath of a gown. The materiel stretched easily, but I still had to pull hard to get it over that massive erection of his.

The sight of it as it sprang free actually made me gasp out loud. More heat flared in my cheeks and other parts of my body. The skin looked so tight and red, I almost felt sorry for him, wondering if it actually hurt to be so hard and erect. I remembered how tense and uncomfortable he’d been before, that he even had trouble speaking, and thought that I was probably right.

A down of soft blonde curls surrounded that massive member, several shades darker than the lush waves growing from his head. He had none on his chest, and his arms also appeared to be relatively hairless. I supposed that was another difference between Earth and Terron men. My mother had harbored an almost unnatural aversion to body hair, and hated it when my father didn’t shave every morning and night.

Tentatively I slid my hand up into that nest of hair, finding it warm and soft. Then before I lost my nerve completely I slid my fingers around his shaft, not surprised to find I could barely reach around it. It jerked against my palm, and my eyes shot up to his face, but he was still out for the count, the reaction clearly an involuntary one.

I became conscious of how utterly soft the skin sheathing that hard, unyielding rod was. It felt like velvet. I slid my hand upwards, now quite fascinated by the way he unconsciously responded to my touch, twitching hotly against my fingers.

Before I completely lost my nerve, I hitched up my skirt and climbed onto the bed beside him. When I had the garment hiked up around my middle, I straddled him, and positioned myself over his phallus.

As I felt it brush against the sensitive skin of my nether regions, I experienced another surge of heat coiling around my belly and hips. God, I felt so wanton, so unlike myself, and wondered if perhaps hormones were responsible for my actions, or the fact that I now inhabited such a beautiful young body. There was no way the Ruth Clarke of old would have dared try something like this with a half-naked comatose man, no matter how damn good he looked.

Since I’d had some experience with tampons and pap tests, I had no trouble easing him to where he had to go, but a sliver of fear managed to infiltrate as I felt the hard tip of him nudge against my opening. I was certain it was going to hurt like hell.

Suddenly I felt myself drop forward, as Jordan surged up in front of me, growling loudly.

“
Not like that. It will never work like that,” he cursed, his silver-blue eyes flashing with a strange mixture of ire and something else I couldn’t place.

I ended up in his lap as his arms came around me. He stared at me and shook his head. I could still feel his erection pressing hotly against the apex of my thighs, and once again it sent a surge of pleasure through me.

Now that his face was so close to mine I caught his scent, a mixture of something sweet yet powerful, something that wafted seductively over me, and I inhaled, filling my nostrils with it, feeling myself relax into his arms, my head coming to rest against his shoulder.

As Jordan glanced down at the small woman in his arms, he realized the Aging hadn’t taken hold of him yet. His body still looked the same, and for a moment he dared to hope he still had enough time to curb its effects.

But what amazed him the most was Anita’s selfless attempt to save him. It filled him with such warmth and tenderness all he could do was hold her small soft body against his.

Jordan knew as well as the next man how Earth females felt about his race because of The Treaty, despite the fact that most who ended up mated found peace with their partners in the end. Perhaps it wouldn’t require quite so much from him to pleasure her enough to accommodate him for their first time together.

But suddenly he wanted to please her. Jordan longed to make her moan and writhe in delight. He could tell their connection was already working its magic on her, since she’d relaxed in his arms, and he inhaled the scent of her, that beautiful floral aroma that had drawn him to her in the first place, marking her as his mate. He had heard it described, but never knew it would be so potent.

Jordan continued to cradle her against him with one hand, and trailed the fingertips of his other hand up her spine and over her shoulder, to her chin, where he lifted her face to his. She gazed dreamily back at him, her eyes misted, showing how relaxed she was.

Yes, this wouldn’t be so difficult after all, Jordan thought as he gently touched his lips to hers.

When I felt Jordan’s lips against mine, I almost jerked back, but his hand against the back of my head prevented me from moving even an inch. Suddenly I realized I didn’t want to.

Never having been kissed before, I had no idea it could taste so good, so sweet and heady, although I suspected it more to do with the fact of who was dong the kissing; a drop-dead gorgeous man who knew just how to do it.

His silky smooth lips continued to move seductively against mine, enticing me, urging me to taste more of him. Gently he nudged my lips apart with his soft tongue, which tasted even better, and I just had to draw it into my own mouth like the tastiest of morsels.

He moaned again, pulling me closer so my breasts brushed against his bared chest. I felt my nipples strain against the materiel of my gown by the contact. He felt as hard as rock, but was infused with such warmth that I wanted to bask in his heat.

As he held me tight, he continued to savor me, his tongue tracing the inside of my mouth, melding with mine as we drank in one another’s nectar.

My hands seemed to move up out of my lap of their own accord, sliding up the front of the gaps in his silky shirt and gliding across his hot skin as they sought him out. My touch seemed to please him and another soft moan purred up his throat. He sounded more like a contented cat than a man.

Finally my questing fingers reached his wide shoulders, and I slid them into his hair, not surprised to find it felt as soft and silky as my own new blonde tresses. I simply had to comb my fingers through it as his lips left mine to glide softly across my cheek. He kissed his way down my neck, and the feel of his hot mouth against the sensitive skin made me squirm as waves of delight cascaded through me.

Then I felt his hand against my left breast, and a completely new sensation shot through me as his fingers stroked my nipple through the thin materiel. It was my turn to moan.

“
Let me taste them,” Jordan growled thickly against my ear, his hot breath tickling my cheek.

“
What?” I had no idea what he’d asked. I’d never known so much physical sensation existed. Or was it Anita’s body causing my responses? Whatever, it all felt so wonderfully intoxicating that I let him continue to muzzle my throat with his beautiful warm mouth.

“
I want to taste you, all of you,” he murmured, as he slid the strap of my gown from my shoulder. When I realized he’d bared my breast, my ingrained modesty made me want to cover myself, but Jordan had already bent his blonde head to my breast.

When he took my nipple into his mouth, a potent jab of fire shot through my chest. I drew back an involuntary gasp of pleasure, soon followed by another and another, as he traced his hot tongue around and around the tight bud.

“
Stop, stop,” I begged, grabbing his hair into fists. “It’s too much. Too much.”

“
I haven’t even begun,” he murmured against my skin. He nudged the materiel away to bare my other breast.

Never in my life had I thought I’d end up in a situation like this; a gorgeous man suckling on my breasts as though it was his last meal. He continued to purr in that catlike way of his, and white hot bolts of fire kept flaring through me. I felt weak and disoriented, like I was drunk or stoned, two other things I’d never really experienced.

Suddenly I found myself on my back with him leaning over me. His long hair dropped forward as he balanced himself on his bent elbows, his massive shoulders blocking out the light.

“
You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes glittering silver as he gazed down at me.

His impassioned words brought tears to my own eyes. I knew the real me was anything but. I tried to reach up to dash the wetness away, but the way my arms were imprisoned between us, made it impossible to reach round him. I let them drop helplessly at my sides

“
Tears?” Jordan queried, a frown forming on his brow. Before I had a chance to respond, he dropped a tender kiss against my damp eyelids, first one and then the other. “There’s no need to cry. I’ll be gentle with you, always.”

And I believed him. The soft, soothing rumble of his deep voice, and the gentleness he’d shown so far had already convinced me that he meant me no harm. I’d even begun to suspect I might actually enjoy this mating of ours, so why did I have to spoil it all by bursting into tears?

Because I wasn’t the beautiful woman he thought I was. I was a fake, a fraud, masquerading as this gorgeous man’s bride.