Irresistible: A SciFi Alien Mail Order Bride Romance (TerraMates Book 9) (34 page)

He started to go a little wild, driving into me with such force it took my breath away. In my head, I replayed his voice saying it again and again — I'm yours.

I felt my orgasm building until I shattered into pieces. My body was lost in ecstasy as he filled me with his love.

I knew I had spoken honestly. I was his. He was mine. I would never stray again.

* * *

W
e had moved
to the pool and sat on a natural rock bench under the water. I had discovered this seat the last time I came here by myself.

He chose this time to ask the question. "Why?" he wondered out loud. It was a terrible time. We were close together with our arms around each other.

"Why what?" I asked, trying to avoid the conversation. I knew what he was talking about, but I didn't think I was ready yet.

"Why did you kiss him?"

I explained everything that had happened at my childhood home. How Kylu had kissed me to show the soldiers we weren't part of the resistance. And how, later, I wanted to demonstrate that there weren't any sparks between us, and I kissed him to prove it.

"But there was a connection," Jidden said, gravely.

I nodded.

"By that time I knew him better. I liked him. I was attracted to him, physically. It was a mistake to kiss him, Jidden, I know that now. But you were far more cruel."

He snorted.

"You're lucky you didn't get the whole show," he said.

"What?" I sat back. How close had he been to sleeping with Godfrey?

"I was furious when I saw you with that other man. Kylu." He spat out the name. "I went directly over to Godfrey's hut, and I was ready to fuck her."

My heart sank. "Jidden," I said. His actions were much worse than my own. Or was that thought merely my mind trying to justify my decisions to myself?

"I have been attracted to Godfrey for some time. She's a beautiful woman."

"She's an ugly bitch." I hoped I could ignore the stab of jealousy that went through me, and tried to focus on his words.

"When I arrived, she answered the door in a see-through nightgown. The rest is better left unsaid. I felt guilty at the time," he said, looking at me with regret but no guilt. "I wanted to show you what betrayal feels like."

"I felt it, all right," I said. The memory of my pain forced a frown to my face. "I felt and saw every suck, every stroke, every thing you did to her."

He sighed deeply. "I told you I'm sorry."

"I said I'm sorry, too," I said. "I think we should leave it in the past now because you're never going to touch another woman again."

"And you're never going to touch another man," he added.

"Exactly. If we want to be with anyone," I said, reaching out to grab his thick cock in my small hand and enjoying how his eyes bulged out. "Our partners will be each other."

"You'd better stay within my grasp," he said, cupping my breast.

"Are you ready for another round?" I asked. "I've wanted you to make love to me here for a long time."

"Did you touch yourself and think of me?" he said in his deep voice.

"Yes."

"Do it. Show me how you touched yourself."

I blushed but got into the same position I was in the day I had fantasized about him. I circled my clit lightly, feeling my passion rising again. With my other hand, I pinched and squeezed my nipples.

"I imagined you put your hands all over me."

"Like this?" he said, pushing my hand out of the way and sliding his biggest finger up inside of me. I gasped.

"Yes."

"And like this?" he said, massaging my breasts.

"Yes." I drew in a ragged breath.

"What else did you want me to do?" he asked.

"Above all else, I wanted you to come and fill me with your cock." I knew my voice sounded desperate, but I couldn't help it. I needed him inside me again.

"Like this?" he asked, lifting me up to sit on a ledge of rock. It was the perfect height for him to fuck me. He spread my legs and set himself against my opening, pushing into me until I started to stretch.

"Fuck," I moaned. I felt tighter in this position, and his cock seemed bigger as well.

He pushed in some more, opening me and stretching my sex. I watched his cock disappear into my pussy and became more aroused than before. It felt like he wouldn't fit inside me which was, of course, an illusion. But it was so good, I went with it, liking the idea that he split me in half. He began to shove steadily until the tip of his cock touched my cervix.

He had only been this deep once before, and I groaned at the feeling of him touching that spot inside me again.

"Fuck me, Jidden," I begged.

"No, Terra. I'm going to make love to you. Slowly, until you come so hard you scream."

He began rocking inside me, barely moving, but it was enough. I felt my orgasm building at a snail's pace. It felt good, and I never wanted it to stop. But I also wanted my release so badly my body ached for it. With precision, he took me higher and higher, always stopping and slowing down when he felt me getting close to coming. He did this over and over, teasing me until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"I need…"

"What do you need, Terra?" he asked, and I saw he wanted to have power over me. He wanted me to know how helpless he felt all the time I was away.

I wanted to give him this power.

In other parts of my life, I had to be strong and in control. When I was with Jidden, I could be myself.

"I need… Please, Jidden," I said, begging with my eyes. He knew what I needed.

In an instant, he stopped toying with me. He began a steady rhythm, and I watched as he plunged in and out of me, his cock coated with the juices of our love. As my orgasm built again, I knew it was going to be amazing.

He dropped his hand between us and rubbed the nub between my legs, sending me up to the stars. Like a comet, I shot out into space, my body burning up and melting in Jidden's atmosphere. He continued pumping into me until he found his release in my body.

When I was this close to him, I knew I never wanted to be separated from him again.

* * *

W
e made
our way back to the outpost, giggling and hanging on to each other as if it was the first time we had sex. A shadowy figure left the caves.

It was Lucina.

I went to call out to her, but Jidden stopped me.

"She has to do this by herself," he said. "She's stronger than you think."

I knew he was right. She was a warrior, just as I was. I knew about the desire to save your family. That need had ripped me away from the only male I had ever loved.

I watched her go with trepidation. I could only hope that she would return.

* * *

L
UCINA

I knew where the Surtu held my mother.

Daniel found a helpful computer tech to get the information I needed. I was going to borrow a glider for the trip to the city. I slipped through the shadows until I got to the cave entrance. I had almost left when I saw him.

Lounging on the rocks was the most handsome man I had ever seen, human or Surtu.

The vision took my breath away. He was clearly Surtu — big and broad shouldered, with massive thighs. Something practically illuminated his eyes from within, and it was easy to lose myself in them. He was much larger than me, but his size only made him more attractive.

It had been a long time since I'd been in the arms of a man, but I wouldn't say no to this one.

With a shock, I realized I had to focus my attention on the task at hand and save my mom, not fantasize about Surtu men who had no interest in me. He turned his head towards me. I hoped he noticed me. I briefly wondered if I might have the same effect on him that he had on me.

I buried the thought. I had never met a Surtu capable of love, except Jidden, and Terra had already claimed him. An alien would only be interested in one thing from me, and I had no desire to be breeding stock to save an alien race.

Not today, I thought, eyeing his bulging biceps. He was too sexy and would be nothing but trouble.

"Good morning," he said.

I nodded my head at him. I began walking again, not wanting to get into a conversation with the attractive man.

"Are you one of the new refugees?" he asked, falling into step beside me.

Great. Now how was I going to get rid of him? "Not exactly," I said, without elaborating further.

He was silent a moment, studying me as we walked. "My name's Kylu," he said.

"Lucina."

"Nice to meet you, Lucina," he said. "Where are you going this morning?"

I stopped and faced him.

"I'm going for my morning walk that I like to take by myself," I told him pointedly. "See you later, Kylu."

He grinned, dropping back behind me as I continued.

"Not if I see you first."

I rolled my eyes. So cheesy.

For no particular reason, I grinned. I was not smiling because he was flirting with me. I was smiling because it was a beautiful morning, and I was going to save my mother.

* * *

A
t first I
was relieved to see my mother's house. It had escaped the bombing. When I looked at the rest of the houses on the street, however, I became suspicious. The Surtu had reduced many of the other homes to rubble, but Mom's little bungalow looked as jaunty as I imagined it appearing before the invasion. What was different about this house, and why had it been spared destruction?

I skirted around the exterior of the house, trying to survey everything. When I was satisfied there were no guards present, I crept up to one of the windows and peeked in. My mother was right in front of me, and I felt a surge of joy in my heart. Then my world turned upside down.

She was smiling, she looked happy, and she was washing the dishes. I remained watching her for some time. The sight in front of me went contrary to everything I had imagined.

I imagined she was held against her will. I imagined that she was miserable. I imagined her being tormented.

I had not imagined her cheerfully doing the dishes in a sunny kitchen. She was at the mercy of a Surtu who had light bonded with her so she could produce children to save their dying race. He was using her for her body. How could she look content?