Kept: An Erotic Anthology (12 page)

“I ordered the captain to move the ship, affording you the best view.”

“Of what?”

He positioned himself behind her again, his arms around her waist, tugging her tight against his front. “Prepare your mind, Ashlyn. View port, open.”

On his command, the entire wall vanished.

She gasped at the sudden display of the vast expanse of space. In the center, she easily recognized the blue and white-covered planet below.

“Earth.”

They were in outer space. Her brain swam, trying to reject the evidence, though it stared her in the face.

“I am King K’marr of Spirimya, and of five surrounding, solar systems. The planet is, according to human calculation, a hundred billion, light years from Earth's solar system.”

Alien. The word rattled around in her brain.

“Easy, sweetheart. Slow, deep breaths.”

She didn’t realize she was panting. It took a moment for her to bring her breathing under control by following his hypnotic voice, telling her when to breathe in and breathe out.

“You’re an alien; I married an alien?”

“Sweetheart, alien is a subjective word. Our people have travelled through more than half the universe. We’ve yet to come across a race who is not humanoid. Everyone has the same basic shape—two arms, legs, eyes, a mouth, and the way they have sex and reproduce. Some breathe different atmospheres, some planets have heavier or lighter gravity, but we are all basically the same.”

“And you really are a King?”

His arms tightened around her as her whole body trembled. “Yes, sweetheart, and you are my Queen.”

“Okay,” she said with another deep breath. “You’re an alien and a King; I can accept it. What I don’t understand is, if there are so many different women out there, why me?”

He turned her in his arms, tipping back her head back, and stared into her eyes.

“A Spiri male only gets one soul bond, and you, my love, are mine. My race is unique—blessed and cursed at the same time. By the time a Spiri male reaches his thirty-fifth what you know as birthday, if he has not yet found his soul bond, he loses his mind.”

Ash struggled to believe a man, or alien could go insane from not finding their perfect match.

He tugged her away from the window and into the center of the room.

“A’tom, show the images from the help asylums of Grand River City.”

She gasped when the room darkened and images danced around them. Men screaming, tearing at their hair, some huddled in corners, while others, clearly sane, tried to help subdue and inject them with drugs.

Tears blurred her vision, falling down her cheeks. Her heart broke for all these poor souls, lost broken souls, all because they did not find their other half. She turned away, unable to stand it any longer, pressing her face into his chest.

“It’s not fair! Why?”

“Off, A’tom,” K’marr rumbled. “It has always been this way with our people. It is why we search far and wide for our soul bonds. Even though we have recently developed a new drug to help push back this slide, some choose to commit self-execution to avoid the madness for there is only one cure—to bond with the other half of our souls.”

A new panic struck her. “How far are you from turning thirty five?”

“Four days.”

“Have…have we bonded?”

He smiled, gently stroking her chin, and shook his head. The sadness in his gaze tore at her heart. “As I said, the rest is up to you. Where I have seen to your pleasure, I have not taken you. Only our complete joining will bond us. I will not consummate our marriage if you are unwilling.”

The fate of his sanity lay in her hands, or rather her body. Give up her whole life on Earth, and forever bind herself to a sexy, alien King?

Could she say no to him, and let him slip into insanity?
Soul bond. Were we really fated to be together, two halves of one whole
?

Take the chance, Ash, you know it feels right.

There was surrender in her smile when she gazed up at him, sliding her hands up his chest, loving the way his muscles contracted under her touch.

“Well, I don’t see any option. Make love to me, my King, I am all yours.”

The joy spreading across his face made her heart leap, and do little pitter-patters before his eyes darkened with clear arousal.

“I am going to declare a Universal holiday when we return to Grand River City, so I can spend the whole month buried inside you.”

“Well, that’ll make it difficult to eat and well….Oh…”

He nuzzled at her throat, licking her skin, and making her moan. She loved how easily he lifted her, making her feel petite and sexy.

She only experienced a taste of how he could make her body respond and, unlike her first time, she knew he would never hurt her.

Chapter 5

K’marr set his soul bond’s feet on the floor, stripping her dress off. He turned her, and smacked her ass lightly, enjoying the way her skin grew pink. “I want you in the middle of the bed, hands above your head.”

She gave her consent, now she was all his to control and, most importantly, to love her with everything he had, his mind, body and soul.

Her eyes widened in clear surprise by his action, dropping in shy submission before obeying. By his ancestors, he wasn’t going to last; her sweetness was going to be his undoing.

He watched her even as he stripped—the uncertainty in her soft, blue eyes, and the nervous way she chewed on her lower lip. She was neglected by the males of her planet. As much as he hated her apprehension in accepting him, he was pleased he would be the only one to introduce her to carnal pleasures.

He crawled over her.

“I’ve only ever had one…well…lover.” She avoided his gaze. "I…don’t have much experience.”

“Shh, my love.” He stroked the hair from her face. “Worry for nothing.  I will always take care of you. Trust me to do this?”

She nodded.

He smiled his approval. “I am a man accustomed to being in charge, especially here in the bedroom. You may own my heart and soul, my love, but I will now and for always own your body. I pray by the space gods, one day I will own your heart as well.”

Tears pooled in her eyes, and he bent kissing them away, before they slid down the sides of her face.

“I need you desperately, so forgive my hurried attempts. I swear to make it up to you after.”

“It’s okay. I understand you need me.”

Her loving smile stole his breath, and he struggled for control. The feral need to take her and bond pushed at him.

He used his strength to pull her body firmly against his and he kissed her, his lips crushing hers, his tongue demanding entry. He felt her body tense, and then relax as though she understood the primal need driving his actions. She returned his kiss with increasing fervor. When they broke, she gasped, her body trembling as much as his.

Lifting off her slightly, he ran his free hand over her skin, straight to the junction of her thighs, pulling her legs wide to open her up for his exploration. He needed her extremely aroused and wet before he could take her. He was large and didn’t have any desire to harm his bride, yet at the same time the sense of urgency drove him on.

Juices coated his probing fingers, and she gasped when he thrust a single digit as far as he could into her slick, tight passage, feeling her walls expand as if trying to draw him deeper into her core. He used his other hand to separate the folds of her tender flesh which concealed her clit, and he dipped down to kiss it. She gasped again when his lips made contact.

“Oh, god, K’marr,” she gasped as she writhed on the bed.

“Still, my sweet, or I will bind you to the bed.”

A gush of wetness flowed over his hand, her walls clamped down on his fingers. So, she liked the thought of being bound, helpless and at his mercy? He would explore it with her later. Right now, he needed her to come, so she could take his cock and bind them
together
.

He worked his fingers and tongue in perfect harmony, teasing, kissing and probing her tight channel, taking her higher and higher. Her breath came in deep gasps and little mewls. He felt the occasional tremor rippling through her body immediately beneath her skin.

“So beautiful and such a good girl, keeping still for me. Let it go now, come for me, I need you soaking wet, sweetheart.”

No longer able to deny himself tasting her again, he pushed his face against her and slid his pointed tongue as far as it would go, feeling her muscles clamp down on his probing flesh as she came, wailing at the celling, her juices flooding his face.

So perfect, so sweet. Now, it was time.

He moved up and over her body, sliding between her legs. His weight pushed her into the soft mattress, and he pulled her legs wider and gripped his shaft, sliding it up and down her pouting, swollen labia, letting her slick juices coat his cock.

She groaned, her body trembling with anticipation, and he could wait no longer.

With a gentle push, he eased forward until his cockhead slipped inside her. He paused when he felt the firmness of her muscles embrace his cock for the first time. Her eyes rolled back, but her facial expression didn’t change to one of pain. He rocked ever so slightly, controlling the urge to thrust deep inside.

“Oh, god, you’re so big,” she gasped. “Please, K’marr, more!”

Her legs wrapped around him, as if she feared he would attempt to pull free, but she needn’t have worried. Now, he was inside her, he had no intention of going anywhere, ever.

By the space gods, she was so damn tight. Progressively, he slid deeper into her wet heat, loving every slippery second. Fully embedded within her, he paused, waiting for her body to adjust.

“More, my King, please! Take me, make me yours,” she urged.

There was no way he could hold back any longer, and he saw no reason why he should; she was his. This was their time of bonding. He started pumping harder and deeper, bringing satisfied gasps from her lips with every driving movement.

His body took over, knowing what he needed and taking it from her willing body, pushing them both towards the blinding moment of bliss.

She wailed his name, his body shuddering, and her inner walls clamping down, pulsing and squeezing, heralded the moment. His heart seized, his own climax overwhelming while his seed rushed through his cock and deep into her. His mind burst free from the coils of the madness threating to close in on him, their souls combining as one.

They lay there breathless, listening to the pounding of their heartbeats, every sense acutely registering total surrender at the precise moment. When his body gave her everything, he rested his forehead against hers, incapable of movement while he slowly recovered.

It was done; he was free, and they were joined for all eternity. She saved not only him, but also his entire kingdom.

“Baby,” she purred, “if that’s a hurried attempt, I know I’m going to die one happy woman.”

His Queen was full of surprises. K’marr eagerly looked forward to the rest of their lives together. Her giggle and his rumble of laughter turned into a combined moan when he pulled out of her. He rolled them, so she lay draped over him. He loved her soft weight on top of him as much as he did under him. It stuck in his mind to use her as his personal blanket from now on.

“Do you feel better?”

She rested her chin on his chest, her eyes sleepy and sated. So damn sexy.

“You have no idea, sweetheart, wonderful doesn’t cover how whole you’ve made me…us.”

“I feel it, too. Like your heart beat is mine, so strange yet so…”

“Fulfilled, connected?”

“Yes!”

At her bright smile, he lost the last of his heart, falling utterly and deeply in love with his Queen.

***

Suds washed over her skin. Ashlyn’s head fell forward when K’marr’s hand moved over her back. A King, she’d married a King! A King who reverently washed her back. She wished her nasty, wicked stepfamily, and her father could see her now.

She froze. Good god, she has been so caught up in her alien King, and lost in the pleasure and orgasms he brought to her over and over in the past few hours, she almost utterly forgot about the wedding and her father’s arrival. They must be going frantic searching for her.

“Sweetheart, what is it?” He gripped her hips, and pulled her back against his wet chest.

“Have we left Earth, yet?”

“Not yet.”

“My father…the wedding…I should be there. Will you let me say goodbye to my father?”

He turned her in his arms. “Of course, I am not so callous as to rip you from everything you love and care about. What I understand from Lance is you have no real care for your stepfamily; they have been nothing but cruel to you.”

“Lance is a Spiri male too, isn’t he?”

K’marr nodded. “I have many agents placed around your planet. Lance is a seeker. He makes sure when matches are found, the two halves of their souls come together.”

With their need to find soul matches, it made sense.

“Have I missed the wedding?”

“No.” He removed his hands from her waist. “There is time and I will have my guards prepare for our departure. Finish washing and dry yourself in the unit like I showed you. Remember, don’t fear our technology, you will grow accustomed to it. Anything you need to learn ask, and I will teach you.”

She smiled coyly, turning to wiggle her bare ass at him. “Yes, your Highness.”

He smacked it, making her yelp. “Behave your Highness, or we won’t make it to your stepsister’s wedding in time.” He growled, sending renewed shivers down her.

He stepped from the massive shower, shaking his head of water droplets from his hair. She sighed in feminine appreciation of the fine specimen of male he was. A King, her King! She was still having trouble believing he was all hers, and she was a frikken Queen.
Wowzers
!

Rinsing her soapy hair, she hurried after him. She stepped into the tubular machine, speaking the word, “Dry.”

Warm air blasted at her from all directions, taking only seconds for her to be almost completely dry.