Mated to the Alien King (Lords of Astria)
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Authors: Juno Wells
"I thought I'd lost you."
"And you - cared?"
I pull off his shoulder then stare into his eyes. Shining through all the emotions warring inside is one I don't recognize. A warmth. A lightness of, well being for lack of a better way to describe it. I feel light and happy. I'm so relieved, so happy he's going to be okay. I don't want to live in a world without his bright presence in it.
"Yes," I say. "Yes, yes, yes!"
His arms wrap around and pull me tight. I tilt my head back and then lean in kissing his lips. They're soft yet strong. Electric sparks shoot through me as our mouths meet for the first time. A thrill of chills races up and down my spine.
"Leave us!" Mal orders.
"But sire," one of the guards protests.
"Now!" he orders and they leave without another word.
We're alone. Primal need takes over. Our lips meet once more with all consuming passion. He tastes of berries and I can't get enough. I lick them teasing my way past his lips until our tongues dance together.
His erection strains up as I climb onto the bed with him. I run my hands over his chest, touching the muscles I've dreamed about. The solidness of him feels amazing under my fingers. Dim concerns about compatibility fight for my attention but desire overwhelms it. My limbs quiver feeling his massive manhood straining for freedom, straining to have me.
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Prologue
War has been brewing for over 1000 years, but never has it been so close…
If humans knew the danger lurking in the shadows of Outer Space above them, not one would be able to sleep at night. Fortunately for them the guardians of the ancient peace—The Lords of Astria— protected their planetary home.
A new threat, the Dark Nebula, threatened the little spiral galaxy that had been neutral space since the Treaty of Elyria had ended the Great War.
Word had reached the High Council of atrocities being committed at the border of the Milky Way - the neutral territory between Astria and the Dark Nebula.
Just when things seemed at an impasse, a clever solution was proposed: to invoke the ancient rights
which stated that once two peoples were united by blood and marriage, they became, in effect, one people— and any treaties which bound one people, bound all of them.
A member of the ruling house of each planet would take an earthling as a spouse, and so bring Earth under the protection - all with the utmost secrecy. If the Dark Nebula made further moves to encroach upon the Milky Way, the High Council would be able to protect its territory with lethal force.
A leader of each planet would have to wed and procreate with an Earthling in order to assure the continued survival and safety of the United Federation of Astria.
And so, while these cosmic decision played out in the heavens above them, the ignorant Earthlings slept blissfully, never knowing that the swiftly titling planet they called home held the fate of the universe within its little solar system… unless they were called up to be the mother to an alien child, a wife to an alien lover...
These are their stories.
Laughter bursts out. I cover my mouth quickly to keep from spraying food across the table and embarrassing myself in front of the other restaurant guests. This, of course, is hilarious to her.
"Seriously, have you been practicing that in front of a mirror?" I ask.
"Oh you know, an innate talent to channel Mom. She asks me every week if I think you're going to find a 'nice young man' to settle down with. Preferably, you know, rich, handsome, and of course well hung."
"Hung?" I chuckle. "I'm sure Mom says
that
."
"Oh yes, absolutely. Mom's very concerned about the manhood of your prospective man that doesn't, you know, exist."
"I've been busy-"
"Avoiding men," she interjects.
"With work! And hey, it's not like you've settled down with Mr. Right."
"Ah, but I'm the baby of the family. Privileges come with that."
She's right. Mom and Dad dote on her. I can't deny it but I do it too. I love my little sister. Her cherubic face, infectious smile, and bright shiny green eyes fill me with warmth. She's my best friend as well as my sister.
"Must be nice," I snort.
"You have no idea!" she laughs. "But seriously, how is the love life?"
"Non-existent to be honest."
"No one? When's the last time you went on a date?"
It makes me sad that I have to actually think about it. When was the last time I went out? Her frown deepens as I try to remember.
"Well..."
"Yeah. Too long if you have to think about it."
"I've been seriously busy with work."
"Look, I know you're like this super-genius and doing all that science-y stuff but there's more to life than trying to create the next... whatever the hell it is you work on."
"Trans-space drives," I fill in for her.
"Sure, whatever that is."
"It's an engine that will allow us to travel to other planets."
"Yeah, super genius techno-babble. So anyway my dear Star Trekker you still need to, you know, get a man. One here on Earth preferably. One who you can-"
She fills out the sentence by holding her closed hands out in front of her and moving them and the lower half of her body below the table in a circle. She looks ridiculous so I laugh then she's laughing too.
"Finish your fish," I order.
"Yes Ma'am," she says with a mock salute.
We laugh our way through the meal but now I'm thinking about things I don't have time for. It'd be nice to have someone to come home to but I want someone who can keep up with me. Someone smart, driven, successful. Is that too much to ask? Good looking is nice but I want a man who's my intellectual equal too. Who won't get lost when I start talking shop. That's been the downfall of my dating. Every date I've had, their eyes glaze over as soon as I start talking.
"Let's get out of here," I say pushing my plate away.
"Sure, want to catch a show?"
"I've got an early day tomorrow."
"Okay but I'm telling you there's this all male revue at this small bar downtown..."
"Tempting."
"Surely you can splurge for one night?"
"Screw it, sure, let's go."
I don't know why I let her talk me into things like this. It's either such a habit or she has some magic power that I don't even resist anymore. She asks and I just go along.
The streets are wet from recent rain and empty. Really empty. The cab drops us off in front of a battered green door with a single bulb hanging over it which is flickering.
"This isn't a very nice area," I say as we climb out of the cab. It pulls away, my gut tightens, and a cold chill runs down my spine.
Abby pulls her phone out and looks from the screen to the numbers over the door. "This is the right place."
A bottle rattles along the pavement to my left. I turn with a start and see two shadowy figures. I grab Abby by the arm and push her towards the door.
"Let's get inside, now," I order.
I don't look at her or the door as I push her keeping my eyes on the two men who approach us. I hear her turn the door handle and from my peripheral vision I can see it doesn't open. She rattles the handle but it's locked.
The approaching men reach inside their overcoats. Tingling sensations run over my skin as every nerve alights with a primal sense of danger. The lizard part of my brain knows that I'm in jeopardy and instinct takes over. Grabbing Abby tighter, I push her behind me then start backing down the street.
There are no street lights and the night is still overcast so there's only pale moonlight to illuminate the men. My danger sense is on overdrive. They have something odd in their hands but I can't tell what it is. It's not a phone or a gun. At least there's that.
"Missy," Abby says her voice quavering.
"Just keep moving," I say.
"Not a good idea," she says.
I whip my head around to see that there are two more men approaching from that end of the street. A quick look back and forth and it's obvious the trap has been sprung but we've backed up enough there's an alley just a few more feet from us.
"Abby," I say catching her eye.
I look from her to the alley quickly. She gets it, I nod and we both bolt. Abby is younger and plays college softball so she's quicker than I am. I keep myself in shape working out three to four times a week but I'm older and nowhere near as quick as her. She's pulling ahead.
There's a flash of light then the wall next to me explodes showering shards of brick and dust. My face is lacerated as I throw up an arm for protection.
"Abby run!" I scream.
She's halfway down the alley when there's another flash. Instinctively I duck, fear gripping me. A trash can turns into shrapnel flying across the alley. Blinking rapidly to clear my vision I run into Abby and we both tumble to the ground.
Do not move. You will not be harmed. We need you.
I don't hear the words, they're in my head.
Rolling on to my back I look up at the two men looking down at me. I can't see their faces or any details, just their forms. They're wearing trench coats and wide brimmed hats pulled low over their heads which keeps their faces in shadow. There are steps behind us too and one quick glance tells me we're trapped.
"Just let her go," I say as I try to cover Abby with my body. "I'll do whatever you want. Let her out of here."
The two men in front of me look at each other but say nothing. My heart's pounding in my chest like a jackhammer trying to break through my ribs.
"Missy," Abby says from below me. "They're behind us."
The two men in front of us step closer so I move as quick as I can lashing out with one foot trying to take out the one closest to me. My shin connects and pain explodes up my leg. It's like hitting a metal post. He barely glances at where I kicked him.
No.
The voice is in my head again.
Do not do this. You must not be harmed. It has been ordered.
"Who the hell are you?" the words rip at my throat.
One of them reaches into a pocket and pulls out something. I'm sure it's going to be a gun this time. I'm about to die and I can't save Abby.
In his hand is a small rectangle. A phone? He waves the thing in front of me and I see it displays my face along with words. Cold chills run down my spine. What the hell is this?
Chosen. You are the one. Great honor. No harm must come to you.
A flash of light and the wall beside the two men in front of me shatters. One of the men drops over Abby and I, covering us with his body and I hear the raining shards of brick and stone pattering against him. Flashes and explosions are happening all around us. The man on top of us smells oddly of flowers.
Odd how my mind locks onto this mundane fact while apparently there's a war going on over my sister and I. The man covering us wiggles, his hand diving inside his coat, then emerges with a device of his own. I see his thumb and finger moving across it quickly then everything turns white. My stomach drops out like I'm going over the top of the world's biggest roller coaster and darkness washes away all thought.
