Into the Light: SciFi Alien Romance (Dark Planet Warriors Book 5)

by Anna Carven

  It belonged to my mother; the woman I never met, but heard so much about. My mother had caught a rare infection, passing away before I was born, but dad had always spoken of her fondly.

  I was conceived after she died. They were able to engineer her stem cells into viable eggs and combine them with dad’s sperm to make life, growing me in an artificial womb. That’s what she had wanted; that’s why she’d allowed her cells to be harvested before she’d died.

  I’m a classic test-tube baby.

  I allow myself a moment of sadness, reminding myself that both mom and dad would be happy for me if they knew I was getting married today.

  “Are you ready, Abbey?” Sera pokes her head in the door, her eyes lightning up as she looks me over. “You look amazing. Come on, let’s go. Your General is waiting.”

  We walk out of the house, across the orchard and out onto the dusty plains, where a shimmering silver path has been laid, made from some Kordolian material I can’t fathom. I set foot on it, and it sinks slightly beneath my feet, like carpet. It’s cool out here, but I’m rather comfortable in my ivory silk dress. Ever since I’ve received Tarak’s nanites, I’ve become less sensitive to the cold.

  Beyond is a pavilion, draped in diaphanous white fabric.

  Above us, the Milky Way is impossibly bright and clear in the night sky, a glittering backdrop more stunning than anything money can hire. And standing in the pavilion, looking imposing and dark and austere and utterly beautiful, is my Tarak.

  My breath catches a little as I walk along the silver path, passing smiling guests. Familiar faces greet me from the crowd; Sera is there beside Xal, along with Zyara, my friend Jia and her mate Kalan, and the rest of Tarak’s First Division. I steal a look at my sweetheart Ami, who is blissfully asleep in a bassinet, under the watchful eye of Aunt Kenna.

  Ami Luna, we called her in the end, naming her after the brilliant glow of the full moon.

  I smile at her before my attention is quickly drawn back to Tarak. Once I lay eyes on him again, I can’t look away.

  He wears a long black jacket with tails and a high collar, similar to his Imperial military dress uniform. But this outfit is a little different, because it’s trimmed with intricate silver embroidery around the collar and sleeves. Underneath is a black tailored suit, made from a fine, dark, shimmering material that seems to capture the starlight. Knee-high black boots and a jeweled ceremonial sword complete the outfit.

  He’s absolutely breathtaking, and as he lays eyes on me, a genuine smile breaks across his face, revealing the twin points of his fangs.

  I walk slowly towards him, entranced.

  As I climb the steps to the pavilion, he extends his hands. I place my hands into his, an electric sensation coursing through me as my skin meets his.

  My hands are so tiny compared to his, but as always, he is incredibly gentle.

  “You are stunning,” he says softly. “Absolutely stunning.”

  “So are you, General.”

  Before I have time to react, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Unable to help myself, I kiss him back. I laugh. “You’re supposed to save it until after we say our vows, idiot.”

  “But how can I resist, when you are looking so beautiful?”

  He’s impossible, this male of mine.

  We turn towards our celebrant, a kindly looking woman from Teluria who seems to have no problem at all with officiating a wedding between a Kordolian General and his Human mate.

  When the time comes to say our vows, the script goes out the window, because neither of us are ordinary, and this is no ordinary marriage.

  “Abbey,” Tarak says, offering me a graceful bow in the Kordolian fashion, before he kneels down in front of me. “You are my mate, and our bond has been sealed with the sacred exchange of our blood. We are already mated under Kordolian law, and now we consummate our bond in the Human tradition. Let it be known that I will use all of my power to protect you, to bring you happiness, and to give you anything in this Universe that you desire. You are mine, Abigail Kendricks, but above all, I, General Tarak al Akkadian, son of the Aikun tribe of Kythia, am your humble servant, who will love and cherish you until the very last breath leaves my body.”

  I look down into his deep red eyes and see warmth and love, mixed with burning desire. The sincerity in his words floors me, even though I’ve known his true feelings for a while now.

  “Tarak.” I gently pull him to his feet, a warm, tight, delicious feeling welling in my chest. “I, Abbey Kendricks of Earth, take you as my mate, husband, protector, friend and lover. You are all of those things to me and much, much more, and I will do everything in my power to be the same for you, and make you as happy as you make me. I am yours, Tarak al Akkadian, from now until infinity.”

  There is no need for long, fancy speeches. We speak our hearts.

  The celebrant smiles. “You may now kiss the-”

  But Tarak, true to form, is ignoring Human tradition and sweeping me off my feet, indulging in a long, searing kiss before he strides down the steps of the pavilion with me in his arms. He whisks me past the cheering guests, taking a moment to pick up Ami and kiss her on the forehead before we leave her in Kenna’s watchful care.

  Then, we’re heading for our glass-walled enclave, moving swiftly and silently through the night as Tarak eyes me hungrily. “I could not wait any longer,” he growls.

  He takes me upstairs, about to give me the perfect ending.

  I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  Abbey

  He places me gently on my feet, taking a moment to step back and admire me. Someone has worked their magic in this room, setting up old-fashioned scented wax candles that give off a soft, flickering light.

  The bed is sprinkled with something glittery and fragrant; the stuff shimmers in the golden candlelight like millions of tiny stars.

  Tarak’s burning crimson gaze roams across my face, before traveling downwards to take in my body. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve welcomed Ami into our lives. My body has slowly started to change; my stomach is beginning to flatten out, although my breasts are still large and ripe.

  “It has been a while since I’ve had you all to myself.” His voice is hoarse with desire. “No way in Kaiin’s hells was I going to miss this opportunity. Look at you. So perfect. So tempting.”

  “Speak for yourself, you big silver menace,” I say, eyeing him in equal measure.

  Tarak walks over to my side, inhaling deeply, his fingers brushing against the flowers in my hair. He starts to undo my hair, pulling out the tiny pins and letting the flowers drop to the floor as my hair cascades down around my shoulders.

  He trails soft kisses down my face, down my neck, resting his lips in the hollow of my neck as he begins to unfasten my dress.

  I’m already aroused as hell. My nipples are taut and heat spreads through my pussy, making my lace panties wet.

  He deftly unclasps the hidden hooks at the back of my dress and the whole thing drops to the floor, leaving me standing before him in only my panties and a light strapless bra. My undergarments are made from fine white lace, and he growls in appreciation as he looks me up and down.

  His hands are all over me, stroking my skin, caressing my curves, trailing warmth over every inch of me. He tears my bra away and my breasts spring free. They are heavy and sensitive and a little sore, but his touch is featherlight as he strokes my nipples, making them stand erect.

  He drops to his knees, still fully clothed, his hands sliding over my ass. He hooks his thumbs under my panties and whips them down in a single motion. They drop to my feet and he presses his lips against the entrance of my sex, inhaling deeply.

  His long tongue darts out, tasting me, making me shudder with delight. I thread my fingers through his hair, which he has started to let grow. It’s soft and sleek and it shimmers in the soft candlelight. My fingers go to the bases of his horns, which he has also started to let grow. The twin points protrude just slightly through his skin
, appearing as two dark points. A low rumble issues from his throat as I touch them.

  His tongue slips inside me, between the lips of my pussy. I whimper with pleasure as it glides over my sensitive flesh, stroking the inner walls of my sex.

  Withdrawing slightly, he finds my tender, throbbing clit and sucks on it.

  I start to tremble, my legs going weak like jelly. He pleasures me gently, slowly, taking his time to elicit various moans and whimpers and gasps from me as he draws out my enjoyment. My body is fine-tuned to respond to his touch, and the wonderful tightness that has built in my pussy and my core is increasing bit-by-bit as he sucks me slowly.

  The sensation builds as he repeatedly flicks that tender little nub of mine with his tongue. A series of high-pitched cries escapes my lips as he continues. That delicious tightness is building, becoming more and more intense until I can stand it no longer, and my body craves release.

  He holds me there for a moment, suspending me on the edge of bliss, before one final caress with his tongue sends me spiraling into a wild orgasm.

  I close my eyes and scream my release as he holds me tightly.

  He rises to his feet and picks me up as the aftershocks of the climax ripple through me. I’m a boneless, legless, quivering mess as he gently lays me on the bed. The glittery stuff sprinkled across the bed floats upwards as I land on the covers, dissipating into the air in tiny, fragrant puffs as he steps back to admire his handiwork.

  The look he gives me is one-hundred-percent Tarak; he stares at me with dark red eyes that say: you are mine. He’s arrogant and possessive and totally Kordolian, but at the same time, there is tenderness in his gaze.

  I’m helpless before him.

  He starts to undress, casting aside the ceremonial sword, which clatters to the floor. He quickly sheds his outer jacket and discards his suit and boots, leaving him standing naked before me.

  I’ve seen him naked many times, but the sight of him never fails to make my breath catch.

  He’s larger-than-life; a tall, lethal male with the body of a prime warrior. How can such a powerful body be capable of such gentleness when it comes to me? I make a show of checking him out, studying his broad shoulders and rippling chest and torso, which taper down to a narrow waist and powerful legs. I admire the sheer length of him, his cock massive and ridged, slick with wetness at its tip.

  He looks at me with hunger in his eyes, obviously pleased by my show of admiration.

  Then, he’s all over me, moving in to claim me as he parts my thighs and finds my wet entrance, his hard length sliding into me, spreading me, stretching me, huge and unstoppable.

  His lips are all over me, planting kisses on my mouth, my jaw, my neck. He slams his hips against me, fucking me hard and deep, driven by frantic desire.

  He groans with pleasure, setting a fierce, driving rhythm as I curl my arms around his neck, completely overwhelmed by this hard, dominant male of mine.

  The sounds issuing from his throat are deep and primal, and he pumps his hips faster, harder, the ridges of his cock brushing against my tender clit, making me clench as the feeling grows more and more pleasurable.

  His lips are beside my ear now, and he whispers my name as he fucks me, his large hands cupping my ass, drawing our bodies closer together as he plunges into me again and again. Time disappears, replaced by the rhythm and beauty of our lovemaking, and I’m suspended in a moment I never want to end.

  This is heaven.

  He’s filling me, surrounding me, dragging me back to the precipice of a climax.

  His hands move to my breasts; he’s cupping them tightly, almost roughly, but his thumbs are gentle as they find my enlarged, sensitive nipples. He fondles them and it’s an amazingly erotic sensation, driving me closer to orgasm.

  He slams into me, his lovemaking raw and savage. He stares down at me, his expression one of deep, burning hunger.

  It’s too much.

  The sensation of being completely owned by this male is just too much.

  His unmistakable scent surrounds me, complex and masculine and irresistible.

  His heat radiates through me.

  His touch, the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, the force of his insistent thrusts; it’s all too much.

  My body begs for release and it comes, in the form of an Earth-shattering orgasm.

  I scream my release.

  He cries out as he comes, his warm seed spilling forth.

  I’m covered in sweat, squirming and writhing in pleasure underneath him as he thrusts into me, milking every last drop of his pleasure from my body.

  He holds me tight, and it’s as if his crimson eyes can see into my very soul as he leans in and brings his face so close to mine that our lips are almost touching.

  “You are mine,” he whispers gently, fiercely. “Abbey al Akkadian, my amina, you are mine. Do you understand?”

  “I do,” I say, falling into the depths of his gaze, returning it with a tender look of my own. “And you, my Big Bad, are all mine.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Abbey

  We stand on the roof in the crisp dawn, Tarak and I and baby Ami, who is wrapped snugly and asleep in my arms. There’s a little deck up here, which can be accessed from a drop-down set of stairs on the upper floor.

  Ami stirs, makes a cute little grunting sound, before promptly falling back into a deep sleep. She’s such a good, peaceful baby. Kenna came to return her to us in the middle of the night, after Tarak and I made love again and again. It had been our first alone-time in weeks, and we’d made the most of every precious minute.

  Tarak looks out across the desert, the sunrise glinting off his dark glasses. “We are going to terraform it,” he declares, looking very much like an Emperor surveying his kingdom. “There is water below and areas of thick rock that can be hollowed out to make dwellings for my people. As you know, we are averse to the light of your infernal sun.”

  I stare out across the dry, barren plains. In the dim light of the early morning, the scenery below is still indistinct, but I know the Kordolians have started to construct fortifications and other structures in that dark, organic style of theirs. After that little incident with SynCorp, Tarak has been pulling out all the stops, bringing a large number of his soldiers to Earth, despite protests from the various member states of the Federation Senate.

  Last week, the first Kordolian refugees from the Old Empire appeared, exhausted and slightly starving after such a long space-trip. There were three families in total, and Tarak explained that these were ordinary Kordolians, who had suffered under the oppression of the corrupt, exploitative Nobles for generations.

  We’re expecting more of them.

  He’s given them temporary housing, but they’re struggling to adapt to Earth, with its harsh sunlight and soaring daytime temperatures. Still, from what I’ve been told, they’d rather be here than on Kythia, any day of the week.

  So the three hundred odd square kilometers of land that has been in my family for generations has been turned into a Kordolian military settlement, of sorts. No matter what the Federation says, this is our land, and we can use it any way we want, even if it means Kordolians are going to live here. There has to be over a thousand soldiers out here now. They’ve constructed their living quarters out there in the desert, the dark structures rising incredibly fast from almost nothing.

  It’s just another example of their insane and mysterious Kordolian technology.

  Tarak, who is standing behind me, places his hands on my shoulders. “I am stepping back,” he informs me, his tone oddly reserved.

  “Stepping back? What do you mean?”

  “I have decided to relinquish my role as the Supreme Commander of the Kordolian military forces. Although I will still act in an advisory role and hold absolute authority, my attachment to you compromises my ability to make decisions.”

  “Compromises?”

  He gives me a funny look, raising one ironic eyebrow. “I have a tendency to a
ct rashly when you are involved. So from now on, for the good of my people, I will take a step back. My five Commanders will share the balance of power and divide the work between them, while Xalikian will continue to act as the figurehead for our people. The Humans seem to respond well to him.”

  “So you’re going into semi-retirement?” A little bit of happiness creeps into my voice. It will be good to have him around and not having to fly off into space to deal with every little incident.

  “I am merely making time for my other considerable responsibilities.” He traces his fingers over Ami’s hair.

  “And what about SynCorp and the Ifkin and the Empire and all of those scary, threatening things?”

  “Do not worry about any of that,” he replies, his voice turning a little dark. “I have plans to deal with them.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” I could spend hundreds of sleepless nights worrying about the potential baddies out there in the Universe who are thinking up evil plans as we speak, but with Tarak by my side, the threat seems distant.

  I need to focus on what is right in front of me; my precious daughter, and my mate.

  “So does this mean you’ll finally start growing your horns?” I ask cheekily, as he buries his nose in my hair. So far, he hasn’t filed off the twin obsidian points that have started to emerge from his temples.

  “Perhaps,” he murmurs.

  “I still don’t see what evolutionary purpose they serve.”

  “But you have discovered that already, my love. They exist purely to attract the female and give pleasure to the male.”

  “Oh. Then you must grow them back at once, General.”

  He brings his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as I stare out across the desert. The sky is glowing a fiery orange now, as dawn gives way to the pure, cloudless skies of the day.

  All around us, a Kordolian civilization is growing, defiantly putting roots in this red earth despite protests from Humans and threats from dark, distant Empires.