Sweet Alien Savage (Zerconian Warriors Book 4) (17 page)

“Yes.” Koran realized he hadn’t actually discussed with her when they would leave.

“Can she ready herself by tomorrow?”

Koran shrugged. “Everything she needs I will provide.”

Darac nodded. “And her sister? What will you do with her?”

“I need to contact Dex. I will tell him everything.” He should do that as soon as he left Darac, but the urge to return to Mila overrode everything else.

He stood.

“What pet name did you choose?” Darac asked as he stood.

“Pet name?”

“Mila said that many human males choose a pet name for their mate. Something just between them.”

“Like what?” Koran liked the name Mila. It flowed from his tongue.

The way her juices covered his tongue when he made her come. His balls throbbed. He needed to return to her.

“Mila’s suggestions were baby, babe, sweetheart, honey, and darling.”

Koran frowned. “I do not have a pet name for her.”

Darac shrugged. “I am certain it is not necessary. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“I can hold on that long.”

Koran turned to the door trying to convince himself that he didn’t hear Darac whisper, “I hope.”

Mila stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep despite the fact that it was one in the morning.

The door to her quarters buzzed. Koran. She pressed the button on her tablet that unlocked the door.

“I did not wake you, did I?” He moved towards the bed.

She sat up against the pillows. “No, I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could have a cure for that,” he said seductively as he stripped.

Her body stirred at the sight of his. Smooth, tanned skin. The way his muscles bunched. The confidence in his every movement.

“I really wish I could,” she told him. “But I think I’m too sore.”

“Not for what I have planned. All you need to do is lie back, relax, and enjoy.” He dragged back the covers, eyebrows rising as he took in her tank top and panties.

“In our bed, you will always be naked.”

“I will?” she asked, slightly breathless with anticipation. Her nipples were hard nubs pressing against her top.

Dear Lord, she never thought she’d get turned on from being bossed around in the bedroom, but when Koran growled out commands in his low, gruff voice, her body just melted.

“Will you be naked too?” she asked as she stripped off.

“Yes. Lay back. Spread your legs.” He placed the small bag he was carrying on the bed. “I stopped at my quarters for some supplies.”

Oh hell.

He pulled out some hover cuffs, a small object that looked like a fake spider, and a jar filled with a white, creamy substance.

“Hold out your arms.”

He snapped the hover cuffs on her wrists.

“Arms above your head,” he commanded. Her arms rose as the cuffs forced them against the mattress above her head. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

Two more hover cuffs went around her ankles.

“Leg’s apart,” he ordered.

She was spread, completely open and vulnerable to his touch.

Koran picked up the jar of cream. “Have you heard of Zica?”

Mila shook her head.

“It contains a spice that tingles. As time wears on, it grows more intense, to the point of pain if it is left on too long.”

“And you’re using it on me?”
Where?

“Do you trust me?” His gaze was intense, watchful.

“Yes,” she whispered. Completely. Like she had never trusted anyone before.

“Brave girl. I expected nothing else from you, sweetheart.”

She focused on him. “You called me sweetheart.”

“Yes. Human females like pet names do they not?”

“Some do, yes.”

“Do you?” he asked.

“I guess. But I prefer to hear my name from your lips.”

“Good.” He scooped the tiniest amount of Zica onto his fingers then rubbed it on first one nipple then the other. He moved into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth, which he used to wipe his fingers.

“How does that feel?”

“It tingles a little.” But nothing to worry about.

“Tell me if it gets painful.” Koran picked up the small spider-like object.

“What is that?” she asked.

“It is a little device that sits right here.” He pulled the lips of her pussy apart and set it on her clit. “It has been programmed for my voice.” He said something in Zerconian.

Suddenly, the little object folded itself around her clit and started to vibrate. She arched up as far as she could with her arms and legs secured, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

The tingling on her nipples increased, making her nipple swell and ache. Pleasure besieged her, stealing her thoughts, her breath.

All that was left was overwhelming, shattering need.

“Koran! Koran!” She needed him to anchor her. To give her something solid to grasp hold of.

“Shh,” he told her. “Just give in to the pleasure, Mila. Give yourself to me.” He spoke again in Zerconian and the vibration eased, a small reprieve that allowed her to regain her breath.

Koran moved between her legs. He parted her pussy lips and slid his tongue along each lip, lapping up her juices. Her nipples were so hard they were almost sore, her pussy pulsing. The need to find her release pounded at her.

He muttered something in Zerconian. The object on her clit sucked on her swollen clit, right as Koran thrust his tongue into her.

A scream so loud it shocked her filled the room as she came. Her pussy clenched down on his tongue as he continued to thrust it in and out of her passage.

“Oh God. Oh God.”

Koran sat back and said something in Zerconian again. The object released her clit and she cried out once more as the bundle of nerves tingled, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

“My nipples. My nipples.” She panted heavily.

Koran quickly cleaned the Zica from her nipples with the wet cloth he had retrieved earlier.

Then he removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles, massaging her arms gently before lying next to her and gathering her close. He pulled the covers up over them.

“You enjoyed that,” he stated.

“Yep,” she murmured sleepily, barely managing to stifle a yawn. “Your turn.”

“No, Mila.” He held her close as she attempted to roll towards him. “Tonight was all for you.”

“But—”

“You are exhausted. I want you to sleep. Did you eat?”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“Mila,” he growled.

A loud banging on the wall startled them both.

“Are you two finished?” A loud voice yelled out from next door. “You woke me up with your screaming.”

“Sorry, Boyd!” She called back, wincing. Damn walls were too thin.

“You should be. I was right in the middle of the best damn sex dream I’ve ever had!”

She looked over at Koran and started giggling quietly.

Even the corner of his lips turned up.

***

“So the ambassador set this all up?” Dex asked incredulously.

“Yes,” Koran replied quietly, aware of Mila sleeping in the next room. She needed her rest and he wanted her to sleep for as long as she could. Everyone else could wait.

“So she could become ambassador to Zerconia? Why did she not just apply to the Earth Council?”

“According to my mate, the Earth Council would not have considered her sister for that role. She was being transferred to a less influential post on Adroit.”

Dex winced. “That planet is not one I would wish to live on.”

Nor would Koran.

“I had not considered a female. I was just hoping that Earth would not change their mind and would still send someone.”

“Neither did I. But a female would make sense. They would know what would make human females feel safe. What would help bring them to Zerconia.”

“Agreed.” Dex nodded. “But I cannot allow Aline to be our ambassador.”

“No, not Aline. Mila.”

Dex’s eyes widened. “Your mate? You would wish her to be the ambassador?”

Koran considered the question. Did he wish it? “I do not wish it. She works too hard and I worry about her health. But my Mila would be a good ambassador. She cares about people. However, she can also be firm. I will give her the home and security she needs, but I believe that to feel truly happy and accepted, she needs a purpose. I wish her to be happy. I find that is very important to me.”

Dex smiled. “Never thought I would see the day you learned to adapt and compromise. Wait until I tell Zoey.”

He snorted. “Perhaps I will take the long way home. Wait until she has stopped gloating.”

“Don’t you dare,” Zoey yelled out, appearing behind Dex. “Fell hard for her, didn’t you? I knew it. You love her. You want to marry her.”

Koran frowned. “I am already mated to her.”

“Yes, but there is still the ceremony. Party time!”

Dex shook his head. “There will be no partying for you, my own. You are on bed rest.”

Zoey pouted as Dex pointed at the sofa. She sat, though.

“I’m sick of bed.”

“It’s been one day,” Dex replied in exasperation.

“Is everything all right?” Koran asked, alarmed.

“Some spotting,” Dex answered and Koran could see the tension in his face. “Thor placed Zoey on bed rest just in case.”

“I’m dying of boredom,” Zoey exaggerated. “Bring your mate home so I have someone to play with.”

Koran wasn’t so sure he wanted Mila around Zoey. “You will not corrupt her.”

Zoey grinned. “Of course, I will.”

“What will you have me do about the sister, Koran?” Dex asked.

“Truthfully, I do not want the responsibility of that decision. My mate loves her. I do not want to do anything that will hurt my mate. But she cannot be allowed to get away with what she did.”

Dex shook his head. “I will speak to the Earth Council and take care of it. You may need to remain on Zazarn until a decision is made about the ambassador.”

Koran nodded. “Certainly. And my suggestion about my mate?”

Dex smiled. “Let me meet with Mila first.”

He signed off.

“Did you mean it?”

He turned to find Mila, dressed in just a long t-shirt, standing in the doorway.

“Did I mean what?” He was unsure how much she had heard. He was actually surprised she had managed to sneak up on him, especially given her habit of tripping over air.

“You think I would make a good ambassador?” There was hope in her gaze as she watched him.

“You are intelligent, patient, and caring. You can also be firm. I have watched you negotiate deals and fix problem after problem. I think you would make an excellent ambassador.”

“I’ve never been good with the lies, though.” She nibbled at her lower lip.

“Lies?”

“All the wining and dining and charming. I have seen Aline tell the biggest lies with a straight face. I can’t do that.”

“On Zerconia, lying is considered hugely dishonorable. It would not be acceptable.”

“Really?”

“Yes. As for wining and dining? Do you mean dinner?”

She nodded.

“I would be with you. I would also demand a limit on your time. You need time to rest and eat. I would make that nonnegotiable.”

“But I probably won’t get the job.” She tried to hide her disappointment.

“Why not?”

“Because there is a process to these things. The Earth Council will choose their ambassador and I don’t even have the training.”

“I think that the Earth Council will be willing to listen to Dex’s preferences on this, considering what one of their ambassador’s attempted to do.”

She sighed. “Aline is in so much trouble, isn’t she?”

He moved towards her and cupped her face. “Yes. There is little you can do, Mila.”

“I know. I’d like to see her. To say goodbye.”

He nodded. “We will remain here for a few more days.”

“Time enough to pack and say goodbye.”

He sensed her sadness as she turned away. “You wish to stay, Mila?” Suddenly, he knew that if that were her wish, then he would make it happen. Even though it would cause him great pain to not return to Zerconia.

But it would cause him even greater pain to see her in distress.

“It doesn’t matter what I want.”

Turning her towards him, he glared down at her. “What you want is all that matters.”

Eyes wide, she gaped up at him. “It-It is?”

“Within reason. Should you decide to jump off the top of a building, I would stop you. But for something that makes you happy, I would do whatever I needed to make happen. So if you need to stay, Mila, I will make that happen.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.”

He closed his eyes, allowing himself a brief moment of sadness. “I will let Dex know.”

“Yes.” Stepping back, she beamed up at him. “Let him know that I would make a damn good ambassador, better than anyone the Earth Council could send.”

Mouth open, he watched her.

“Better shut your mouth before flies gather,” she told him.

“Why would flies gather in my mouth?” he asked. “Never mind. Another riddle. You wish to come to Zerconia?”

“Yes. I love that you want to make me happy. But that’s what I want too. You would never be happy if you stayed here.”

“I could. If you were happy.”

“I will be. On Zerconia. It’s a new adventure. I won’t lie, I’m a little scared. But I’m excited too. For the first time, I’m not in Aline’s shadow. Is that a terrible thing to say?”

“No. You were never in her shadow.”

He gathered her close again.

“That wasn’t a very logic-driven suggestion,” she teased.

“I do not wish to talk of it,” he replied stiffly.