Mated to the Alien King: The Complete Series: A BBW SciFi Alien Romance (Captured by the Alien King Book 12) (17 page)

"I saw the desert. I saw you. And the scar," I told her. "I remember this."

And I bent over to kiss her scar. She sucked in a breath when I did.

"I never thought I'd ever feel you do that again," she said as I positioned myself between her legs.

"Kenna," I said, gazing into her eyes. "I have to relearn your body all over again. I hope I'm not disappointing you."

"Not possible," she said, her eyes shining with tears. Then she lifted her hips so that the tip of my shaft was barely entering her sweet warmth. And oh so slowly, I eased myself into her tight depths.

Fuck, that felt good. I was home. I was finally home.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said, under her breath, her eyes closed.

I hadn't even moved yet but already I felt my orgasm building. I held back, knowing that she had to come first. It was important. I didn't know why but I knew that I wasn't a proper male if I came before she did. Taking my time, I plunged in and out of her and her body answered, arching against me in wild response.

Slowly, I thrust in and out, enjoying every movement, every gasp, and every whimper she made.

"Please, Dar. Faster," she begged but I kept rocking into her steadily, taking the speed up slowly. I could tell it was making her insane. She was writhing and moaning under me but I didn't speed up yet, knowing that the longer it took, the better it would be.

She was panting and begging me and finally I decided it was time. I drove into her harder and faster and she wrapped her legs around me and hung on. We kissed passionately as I continued pounding into her. A sweat broke out all over her sweet skin and she cried out as her orgasm started.

Then her body convulsed and she moaned as the pleasurable spasms shook her. I felt her muscles clenching around me and I sped up, driving into her harder and harder until I exploded inside her, filling her. I jerked involuntarily several times and then lay still.

Her hips bucked a few more times and then she was finished, too. She wrapped her arms around my back, holding me close to her.

"Don't go yet. I want to remember how this feels."

I stared at her. We might die tomorrow when they attempted the destabilization. I loved being inside her and — not knowing if I would ever get to do this again — I wanted to remember, too.

I stood chatting with Jakk on the bridge as we sped towards Wormhole 87. The scientists had gone through all the calculations many times to ensure that everything was correct. That Elara — she was meticulous, I had to give her that. And unbelievably intelligent for a human. She must have a Susohnnan brain inside.

"We should be there by morning," Jakk said. "We'll start the destabilization procedures as soon as we arrive. Our teleportation crew will be rotating shifts trying to keep them from getting a lock on anyone on board."

"I pray that we can keep everyone safe while we try this crazy plan. Maybe we should have brought fewer people with us," I said, starting to worry again.

"Dar, relax. We needed every person who came with us — we're a skeleton crew as it is. Everyone on board knows what they signed up for, it's volunteer only. It's all good, friend. Relax."

Kenna came up beside me and my heart skipped a beat. She didn't take my hand or snuggle up to me, but she made it clear that she was with me. It made me happy. Even if our relationship was unclear, I was serious when I said I was falling in love with her again.

Jakk turned to Kenna.

"Kenna, how are you doing?" He grinned at her as if I wasn't even there. She smiled back.

"Other than scared out of my wits that we won't be able to pull this off? I'm doing okay. You ready?"

"I'm always ready, meerallia," he said, giving her a look that grated on my nerves. He was my friend and she was my girlfriend...kind of. Meerallia? How dare he be so familiar with my female? What did he think he was doing?

Kenna gave me a questioning glance. She would be asking me what that meant when we were alone. I loved that I could already understand the looks she gave me.

I looked at Jakk in a different way now, not frowning, but not friendly anymore. He better stay away from my sheeranla.

I took a deep breath. Jakk seemed unaware of my hostility and I was glad of that. I was probably imagining things. Perhaps Jakk was simply a big flirt — I didn't remember him but I had been acting like we were old friends. Thank goodness he hadn't said something about our past yet to trip me up. I may have been making something out of nothing.

It bothered me that I was ready to turn on my friend just for smiling at my female, but it showed the depths of my feelings for her. Either that or it showed the lack of evolution males had gone through, no matter how much of our brains we used. Evolution didn't matter if the little head between our legs was doing the thinking for us.

"Well, good," Kenna said, her face serious as she turned to the view screen. "Because I think these guys are going to keep you on your toes."

We all turned to look out the view screen. There was nothing to see yet. But the threat these aliens posed chilled me to the bone.

"So, what did that word mean, meerallia?" Kenna said, as she walked quickly to keep up with my stride. I slowed down a bit when I realized that she was practically running.

I made a face.

"It means..." I struggled to translate it into Unified. "I guess it means darling, or sweetheart."

"That's not too bad! The look you gave him, I thought it was an insult or something."

"I wasn't finished," I said. "It has an added connotation that implies possession."

"Possession." She frowned.

"No, not like he owns you. It's the way you would maybe say, MY darling, or MY sweetheart. You know what I mean?"

"Why would he say that to me?"

"I don't know," I said, irritably. "I've lost my memory, remember? But I have a feeling he's a terrible flirt."

"Oh yes," she said, nodding. "I saw him talking to some of the female ensigns and he had them all hanging on his every word. You'd think he was single."

I felt sad.

"What's wrong?" she said immediately.

"He pulled me aside and told me that his wife had sent papers for the divorce. A Susohnnan would rather be exiled than get divorced."

"That's backward," she said, frowning again. And I loved how her fine brown eyebrows drew together. I loved every expression that crossed her face, even the unattractive ones.

"Usually no one wants to get divorced because of the long engagement period. People put a lot of effort into their marriages. He won't be shunned, but he won't feel like a proper Susohnnan afterwards, or he may feel like a failure."

"That's not so bad." Her eyes got a faraway look.

"What are you thinking about?"

She blushed. "Nothing you'd want to know about," she said.

"No, really. I want to know."

She said nothing. That's when I realized that she had been thinking about what it might be like to be married to me. My mind flashed back to the note I had left for myself, the night I had remembered who I was.

Was now the time?

"Do you think you would want to marry me?" I said, softly.

"Dar, our situation is way too fucked up."

"But what if this hadn't come between us?"

She shrugged.

"I love you. I want to be with you for as long as you want me around. I don't need to marry you."

Something flashed in my brain when she said that. It seemed familiar.

"But would you want to?" I said, feeling my palms start to sweat. Maybe she loved me but didn't want to marry me. I braced myself for rejection.

"Of course I would, you big oaf," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "You have to make an honest woman of me, don't you?"

With that, she went up on her tiptoes to kiss me, and I forgot all my problems.

"Goodnight, Dar," she said finally, pulling herself away from me.

"Goodnight Kenna."

After Kenna had left me at my door, I had tried to go to bed, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. She filled my thoughts throughout the day and my dreams at night.

Making love to her had been unbelievable. I wanted to talk to her, walk with her, and yes, I wanted to have sex with her again. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I couldn't help it. I went and knocked on her door.

She answered with a smile, as if she hadn't been sleeping either.

"Hello," she said, looking me up and down as if she liked what she saw.

"Hey," I said, trying to play it cool. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," she said, stepping back and opening the door wider. The first thing I saw was the big bed and I had a vision of us on it — naked and sweating, with me between her legs.

I snapped my attention back to the woman in front of me.

"Are you okay?" she said, studying me curiously.

"I'm not sure what's wrong with me," I said. "I'm kind of obsessed. And I hoped that maybe you would know what's going on with me. I know we just did it but...I'm sorry. I feel like such an ass..." I trailed off, my face hot with embarrassment.

"Obsessed?" Her eyebrows wrinkled in the cutest way. "With what?"

My eyes dropped to the cleavage that was showing in the yellow Susohnnan shirt she wore. It cut low on her breasts and had a circle missing from the middle of the fabric on her torso, displaying her flat stomach. The pants were wide and loose.

I felt myself start to harden and my breathing become quick and erratic. She lifted one eyebrow.

"What's the date?" she said, before I could answer her question. Maybe my drooling over her breasts had given her a clue. I didn't know the date, but she checked the calendar on the console.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You happen to be nearing the end of your mating cycle and that's why you can't keep your eyes off my boobs."

I pulled my eyes up to her face, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Don't be embarrassed. That's how it is for Susohnnan males," she said. "Especially at the end of the cycle. I forgot you need to relieve the pressure every day or else you can get infected. You must be pretty desperate, huh?"

She began to unbutton the yellow shirt I was wearing. Oh, thank God she was going to let me fuck her. I thought I would die if she didn't.

It wasn't slow and sweet like the last time. I couldn't wait. I needed to sink deep inside her and feel her coming around me. I had never felt such a powerful need that I could remember.

I pushed her over to the bed and kissed her fervently. She responded passionately, pressing her naked body into mine. Her hands roamed over my back, stopping to squeeze my butt. Then her small hand closed around me and I groaned. She pulled on me a couple of times and I thought I would come right then and there.

But I remembered how we had made love the last time.

"Kenna," I said, my voice already raspy with lust. "Do you want me?"

Her eyes darkened before she answered.

"Oh, God, yes." Then she kissed me again. I pulled away after a minute and began kissing down her soft, smooth skin until I got to her hip. The bright red scar looked as if it was burning against her pale skin. I thought about how much she must love me to have been willing to do it.

That was enough. I felt my love for her welling up in my chest and all of a sudden, I was myself again. She had an incredulous smile on her face as she realized that the man she loved was back. I stopped thinking at the moment when I leaned over and pressed my lips to the scar.

Her breath hissed in and her hips bucked. She clearly enjoyed this part of making love. I crawled back up her body, kissing and licking and sucking. Then I took her lips again that were already swollen and pink. We kissed and she squirmed beneath me, her hand going to my own triangle-shaped scar.

I made sure she was wet and ready before I flipped her over, kneeling behind her sweet ass. And with that, I pressed into her until I was surrounded by her sweet warmth.

I thrust into her from behind, reaching around to touch her hard little nub. Minutes later, she was coming. Thank goodness. I needed to cum so badly.

I drove into her, my balls hitting her soft flesh and bouncing off with every thrust.

Oh please, I thought. I plunged into her soft, warm wetness harder and faster until I felt my own release take me.

I groaned. The ecstasy was overwhelming and I felt myself spasm involuntarily several more times until I had emptied myself into her.

We lay down on the bed, snuggling close together. "I do love you, Kenna," I said, meaning every word.

She smiled a lazy smile.

"I love you, too."

KENNA

The next morning we reached the wormhole and as soon as we arrived, I felt useless on the bridge. They didn't need me to make decisions. They didn't need me at all.

I whispered in Dar's ear.

"I'm going. You don't need me right now. I'm just in the way."

The bridge looked like an anthill with dozens of crew members and scientists with their tablets of notes scurrying here and there. I wondered where Elara was since she was going to be leading the show.

"Don't go," he said.

"I have to. I'm going to get run over." I pointed to my comm unit. "Call me if you need me."

He smiled. "Okay."

A second later, his attention was back on what the person next to him had been showing him when I interrupted.

I felt left out but I chided myself. I was being silly. This wasn't my specialty. It was theirs. It's not like mine was really in demand.

The ability to grow plants wasn't particularly useful when we were in the depths of space.

I hurried down the hall, looking for a bathroom. I hadn't gone for quite a while. As I rounded a corner, I ran into someone so hard I fell down.

"Oh my God," she said. Clearly she was human and not a Susohnnan female who would have exclaimed something about The Three. I noticed that Dar had forgotten all about his spiritual practices because he no longer swore by The Three.

It was weird. His speech felt stilted without those exclamations.

When I got back on my feet and saw who it was, I smiled.