Trapped by the Alien: A Scifi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of the Titan Empire Book 5)

by Tammy Walsh

  “Is it a traditional song?”

  “Yes. But the version I’m going to sing for you is probably the most famous version of all.”

  I turned away and mussed up my hair. When I turned back, I pouted and did my very best Marilyn Monroe impression.

  The transformation over his face was fascinating to behold. He began with confusion—he’d never heard Happy Birthday before or Marilyn Monroe for that matter—and then it morphed into a smile of pleasure… and by the time I came within inches of his lips, he adopted an expression of desperate longing.

  It appeared Marilyn Monroe’s sexiness was universal—in every sense of the word.

  I stood with my hands on my hips.

  “What do you think of that, Mr. Lord?” I said.

  With my hip cocked and my dress riding up, I couldn’t have looked more provocative.

  Why am I doing this? The mission was over. He wasn’t going to share his loyalties with me, a virtual stranger. I had nothing to gain from kissing him…

  And yet it was the only thing I wanted at that moment.

  Maybe I wanted to prove to myself I could hook a lord?

  But even I didn’t believe that.

  It was because I was attracted to him.

  He was a handsome Titan and he turned me on. I never faked how attracted I was to him. None of it was an act. I felt certain he thought about me the same way but the memory of his wife kept intruding in his thought process.

  His eyes flicked to my lips.

  Go on.

  Do it.

  I want you to.

  Please.

  Then his eyes flicked over my shoulder.

  I didn’t turn to look. I knew no one would be standing there. Instead, I would find nothing but empty air. He would see something, to his eyes, that was very real.

  His deceased wife.

  I wasn’t angry. It didn’t bother me he was thinking about another woman—it was only natural it would be her. She had been his wife after all. But I felt instinctively he needed to get over her. He needed to move on with his life.

  Right now.

  With me.

  “I, uh, think we should be getting back to the party,” Kal said.

  “You’re doing it again,” I said.

  “Doing what?”

  “Wearing your mask. Every time we get close, your mask slips back into place and you turn away from me.”

  He couldn’t meet my eyes.

  “Why?” I said.

  I knew perfectly well why. After seeing the portrait of his wife in his office and Emana’s warning that she didn’t want him to get hurt, I had enough pieces of the puzzle to put everything together.

  Because I looked like his wife. I looked like her, and it both drew him to me and repelled him at the same time.

  It could drive any man insane.

  His mouth moved but he couldn’t form the words he needed to say.

  But I wanted to hear them.

  “Why did you bring me to your home, Kal-i?” I said. “Why did you want me here?”

  “I… thought you could help improve the music we have in town,” he said, still unable to meet my eyes.

  He was a terrible liar. It was a good thing.

  “And yet, you could have asked me to sing at your party today but you didn’t,” I said. “If I was going to educate your guests on Earth music, tonight would have been the perfect time.”

  “I… I forgot,” he said.

  I pressed him again.

  “Why did you bring me here?” I said. “Don’t you like me?”

  “What? No. Of course, I like you.”

  “Then why don’t you kiss me?”

  I felt it was important for him to say the words, for him to mean them.

  “My wife…” he managed to say, but he couldn’t say anymore.

  He took a step back.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done this to you. You deserve to be treated better than as a memory of a ghost.”

  He moved to step aside but I blocked him.

  He moved to go the other way and I tracked him again.

  He could crush me so easily, and yet right here, right now, I was in control.

  It would be so easy for me to lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips, but I refused.

  He needed to be the one to kiss me.

  Would he do it?

  I didn’t want to lose the intensity we had.

  I would be as direct as I could be.

  “I want you to kiss me,” I said.

  “I told you—”

  “I’m not your wife,” I said simply. “I’m sure she was a very charming woman. She had to be to deserve a Titan like you. I’m not her. I’m me. I don’t know what happened to her or why. And I don’t need to know. All I do know is, I want you to kiss me.”

  The fire re-ignited in his eyes. His fire for me, not his wife.

  He stood up tall and took a half step toward me.

  I didn’t retreat. I angled my head up to meet him.

  It was coming. The kiss.

  Finally.

  He grabbed me by the shoulders and buried his lips on mine, hard and fierce and strong. A Titan’s kiss.

  I melted beneath his fearsome power, his brute strength, his weeping desire. I melted into him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

  And he responded.

  The kiss was every bit as hot and fierce and passionate as I knew it would be.

  I never wanted it to end. When it did, he pulled back barely an inch. I felt his breath on my face and I wanted more.

  He held me in his arms—literally held me, with one arm bracing my upper back and head, the other scooped up around my ass. My feet were off the ground.

  I felt the huge throb in his pants pressing against me, promising a wild night of fulfillment.

  “Done with me already?” I said, daring him into a second round.

  He smiled at me.

  “Not by a long shot,” he said.

  He lowered his lips toward mine again—

  And someone cleared their throat.

  I leaned my head back and peered at the man standing behind us. He was upside down from this angle. His starched suit and precise manner were always the same. After the long climb up the stairs, he wasn’t even out of breath.

  “It’s time for the birthday speech, sir,” Aunzika said.

  If he was surprised by catching us like this, he didn’t show it.

  “Very well,” Kal said as if we hadn’t been caught in the act.

  He lowered me to my feet and brushed the hair back from my face.

  “I think you cast a spell on me with your song, Sirena,” he said.

  “No magic,” I said. “Just passion.”

  He raised my hand to his lips. “Perhaps you might sing for me again later tonight?”

  As he pressed his lips to my fingers, a bolt of pure ecstasy zoomed into my brain and froze me in place.

  “Two presents in one day?” I said. “I’m not sure you deserve it. I mean, I wouldn’t want to spoil you.”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” he said, his eyes not leaving mine. “You’ll be getting plenty of presents too.”

  I didn’t know where his sudden spike in confidence came from, but damn, I liked it.

  Sirena

  Aunzika handed me the skin cream and told me it was from Emana’s collection.

  “Are you sure she won’t mind?” I said.

  Aunzika waved away my concerns.

  “She has so much she won’t notice it’s missing,” he said.

  Emana. I’d completely forgotten about her.

  “How is she?” I said.

  “She’s… recovering,” Aunzika said. “I’m afraid the mojitos and vast quantities of meat didn’t do her any favors. Too much of a good thing, I’m afraid.”

  I flinched at what I’d caused. She’d never been anything but kind to me.

  “Does she need help?” I said.

  “Sh
e’ll be fine,” Aunzika said. “She’s experienced worse.”

  He sighed with the air of someone used to having to deal with worse.

  “Well, thanks for the cream,” I said.

  “It was my pleasure,” Aunzika said.

  He nodded politely, turned on the spot with greater poise than a military commander, and marched away.

  I shut the door and moved to the full-length mirror. I squirted a little of the cream on my fingers. It smelled good and felt even better. I rubbed it into my skin. It was as refreshing as any of the creams back home, I thought.

  I changed into my silk negligee and checked myself in the mirror. It barely reached my thighs. No underwear. My nipples poked at the fabric. They strained at the material because I was recalling our little scene in the tower.

  We shouldn’t have kissed. I never should have gone up there in the first place. He probably thought I knew he was there.

  Fat chance of that. I knew nothing about the castle’s layout. Still, I couldn’t help smiling. He looked so at ease, so calm in his little mancave. Completely different from the stiff guy he was forced to be when surrounded by guards and townsfolk.

  And absolutely, totally irresistible.

  The funniest thing was I didn’t need to kiss him at all. Not after I’d already slid the device in his computer for the Changelings to track and trace his correspondence. The mission was complete. I didn’t need to get closer to him.

  And yet, the kiss had felt good, hadn’t it?

  Better than good, I thought, smiling at the memory. I rubbed my arms where he’d stroked his fingers and recalled the firm and gentle press of his powerful hands to the back of my head and back, supporting me, holding me right where he wanted.

  Right where I wanted.

  I envisioned the press of his lips against mine, and the endless hunger and yearning he felt for me. I couldn’t help but fall into his insistent and urging need. He consumed me, and I consumed him in return.

  It gave me goosebumps just thinking about it.

  It was just a kiss, I thought. An explosion of light and color to my senses. So what would… other things feel like?

  I shuttered the line of thought and forced it into a tiny box. Thinking like that wasn’t going to help anyone. Least of all me.

  Thud.

  Thud. Thud.

  I approached the open window and peered down as the last of the well-wishers climbed into their pods and zipped off home. The party had ended about thirty minutes earlier. The stragglers were always difficult to get rid of. Kal bid the guests farewell and must have felt relieved it was all over.

  All over.

  It would soon be over for me too.

  I wondered where the Changelings were. What was taking them so long? I’d done as they asked and they hadn’t responded. I checked the communicator the moment I returned to my room.

  Still no word.

  Nothing.

  Maybe they would go back on their word. Maybe they would toss me aside after they got what they wanted from me. Why did they have to carry out their side of the deal? They didn’t.

  I suddenly felt very alone. I’d been a victim ever since that bright light appeared in the sky, when they bottled me up in that pod, when they gave me this mission, and even more so now I had achieved it.

  What would I do if they didn’t take me home?

  I sniffed, the onset of tears burning hot at the back of my throat.

  I had to be strong.

  Look on the bright side.

  Kal was a much kinder—and hotter—creature than the Changelings. He would take care of me. He would help me return home.

  But what about my friends? I couldn’t just leave them here…

  Squeak.

  It was the groan of a wooden floorboard outside my door. A large shadow blocked the light on the other side.

  It was him, I thought. Kal.

  He was outside my chamber door and I was dressed in my slutty silk negligee. He might think I put this on just for him…

  Which, of course, I would never, ever do…

  Not ever…

  I lay back on the bed and rearranged my hair and boobs. The negligee rose up my thigh, high enough to give him enough to imagine without being an outright hussy.

  I waited for him to knock. When he did, I would say, “Come,” in as confident a voice I could muster. It would almost certainly come out a squeak.

  He would stare at me, eyes agog, mouth hanging open.

  “Hi,” I would say, taking control of the situation. “Why am I laying here like this? I always lay like this. Is there something I can do for you?”

  Yes. That was what I would do.

  It wasn’t my fault if he ravished me and tore my clothes off.

  I giggled at the idea.

  No, don’t giggle.

  Ladies don’t giggle. They sort of chortle in a deep voice.

  Huh-huh-huh. Like that.

  It wouldn’t be my fault at all.

  So, I waited.

  The shadow didn’t move.

  And then it did move.

  Away.

  He hadn’t knocked. He hadn’t forced his way in.

  No…

  I sat up.

  Damn him! Not again!

  Hadn’t the kiss meant anything? Hadn’t he felt the electricity surging between the two of us?

  Hadn’t he sensed I wanted him?

  I moved for the door and threw it open. I leaned out and peered along the hallway in both directions.

  He was gone.

  Damn it!

  I returned to my room and paced up and down with heavy, thudding footsteps.

  You couldn’t treat someone like this! You couldn’t turn hot and cold whenever you felt like it!

  Somebody ought to teach him a few lessons in manners!

  But he was a lord. No one around here was going to do it. Somebody needed to take control.

  And by God, if it had to be me, then so be it!

  I threw the door open for the second time and marched headlong down the hallway in my bare feet. The castle was silent and my footsteps—to my ears—sounded like a charging elephant.

  I turned two corners before I became a little concerned. The castle was full of red-blooded Titans armed to the teeth. And here I was, dressed in a thin negligee and nothing else…

  The Titans might have a different attitude to sex than humans. Maybe they didn’t need consent. Maybe I was asking for it just dressing like this?

  I kept my head down and marched a little faster. I curled my toes to step a little softer. Disquiet replaced anger as I wound through the endless hallways.

  For a moment, I thought I was lost, and my heart thundered in my chest.

  I was relieved when I found the door to his room. I smoothed my hands over my body and hair and raised a hand to knock. I considered just standing there the same way he had, letting him know I was there before turning and marching away triumphantly…

  But that didn’t seem enough punishment to me.

  I would show him what he could have had, what he could have been enjoying. That was the ticket!

  I raised my chin defiantly and knocked on the door. I hit it harder than I thought. It hurt and I shook my hand.

  “Come,” his voice said.

  Hey! That’s my line!

  He’d better not be lounging innocently on his bed, that’s all I can say!

  My hand shook as I pressed the handle down and opened the door.

  He wasn’t lying down. He’d done one better.

  He stood in the middle of the room in his nightgown. Its frayed ends tickled the floor. It was unbound and hung open, revealing his mature chest and hard stomach. His underwear was much like something a human might wear but what was nestled inside it was nothing like you’d find on a regular man…

  He was huge.

  And I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

  He immediately placed the papers he was reading on his desk and moved to tie the robe shut.
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  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to come to my room.”

  Didn’t expect me to come? And yet it was okay for him to come, not knock, and leave me hanging?

  I folded my arms under my breasts, helping them to look bigger and almost spill out the front of my negligee.

  “I suppose that wasn’t you outside my room earlier,” I said.

  He looked me over.

  “I thought you were sleeping,” he said simply.

  Sleeping? How could a girl sleep after that kiss? How could he?

  Flustered and not sure how to respond, I shut the door behind me. I didn’t want his servants overhearing our argument.

  And then I saw the key jutting from the lock like a kid poking its tongue out.

  My anger faded. I knew what I was there for. The same reason he came to my room earlier. He’d made the jump and kissed me. He showed me what he wanted. It was only fair I met him halfway.

  No more games.

  I turned the key in the lock. It snapped into place with a satisfying click.

  When I turned to him, that yearning was back on his face. But so was his fear, his uncertainty as to whether or not he could go through with this.

  “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t want,” he said, not taking his eyes from me.

  I crossed to him and gazed up into his flaming purple eyes.

  “You’re not making me do anything I don’t want,” I said.

  I kept my eyes on him and reached for the cord holding his robe shut. I set to unwinding it.

  “Stop,” he said.

  He grabbed my wrists, blocking me, but I didn’t remove my hands.

  I knew what I wanted.

  “You’re not dishonoring your wife,” I said boldly. “But you are dishonoring yourself. You’ve been in mourning long enough. If you don’t want me, I will leave. But if you do, then you better be with me, and only me.”

  “No Titan female would ever say this,” Kal said.

  I felt him grow harder beneath the fabric in my hands. Straining to be set loose.

  “Then it’s a good thing I’m not a Titan female, isn’t it?” I said.

  He could hold back no longer.

  He pressed his lips to mine and sparks flew. If the earlier kiss had been electricity, this sucker was nuclear. His tongue explored my mouth and I bit his lip playfully. His mouth curled into a smile.

  I yanked the robe open and pushed it back over his muscular shoulders. It fell to the floor and I saw him in his full majesty.