Alien Tryst

by Sax, Cynthia

  Eshe obeyed her One, squeezing him with her inner walls, increasing the delightful friction. Her arms and legs trembled, her grip on the wall intensifying. She was feeble yet needy, not strong enough to stand on her own yet unable to remain still.

  “Kane.” She swiveled her hips, grinding into his hand, into him, teasing his hard cock with her ass cheeks. “I need.” Never in her long lifetime had she needed anything, anyone this much.

  “I know what you need.” Kane thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, driving Eshe ruthlessly toward fulfillment. Droplets of water danced upon her sizzling skin, evaporating within seconds of contact. Her souls pushed and prodded, struggling to be free, to join with her destined male, with Kane.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He nuzzled against her neck. “Hot and wild and perfect.” He added a third finger, stretching her to the point of delicious pain.

  A high keening sound came from Eshe’s throat and she shook, held upright by Kane’s arm, her knees as liquid as the water flowing over her. “Can’t stop.” She shook her head, the tension inside her too much, her lungs and chest aching.

  “Don’t stop.” Kane filled her with his fingers. “Come for me.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  She broke, bucking backward, screaming. Her souls surged out of her, bursting from her body, freed for the duration of her climax, the room blasted with color and light. Kane clasped her securely as she thrashed, waves of pleasure sweeping over her, restoring some of her energy, easing her agony.

  The tremors decreased and she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the tiles, the water flowing over her hair and back, cooling her. Kane folded his muscular physique over her curves, and both of her souls returned to her body.

  She hadn’t joined with Kane, her One. Eshe’s shoulders slumped. She remained incomplete, less than. The pain already returned, fogging her thinking, reminding her that death was close, her time limited.

  “Do you feel better?” Kane asked, his voice low and deep.

  “I feel better.” This wasn’t a lie. Her strength wasn’t fully recovered but she did feel better. “We should leave before a warrior locates me.”

  “We’ll leave,” Kane assured her, savoring his alien woman’s curves. “After you come for me again.” He cupped her breasts, her nipples taut against his palms. “I need you to be at full strength, Eshe.”

  She inhaled sharply, her responsiveness exciting him. “How did you know I wasn’t fully healed?” Eshe turned her head, gazing over her shoulder, her eyes wide.

  Kane couldn’t answer her question. She hadn’t wrinkled her nose, hadn’t told him. He had no idea how he’d known.

  “Some Orogones have that connection with their prospective Ones,” Eshe relayed, wonder softening her voice. “It’s very rare.” Her lips parted, lips she’d earlier wrapped around his shaft.

  He wanted her. Again. Always. “I’m more human than Orogone.” Kane drove his hips forward, pressing his hard cock between her ass cheeks, needing to feel her heat, her supple skin against his.

  “You are my One.” Eshe moved backward, meeting him halfway.

  I’m her One. I belong. I fit. “Bend over.” Kane placed one of his hands between her shoulder blades and gently pushed downward. Water ran along her spine and he followed its path with his tongue, tasting salt and warm woman, an intoxicating combination.

  “Spread your legs for me.” He slid his feet between hers, forcing Eshe to widen her stance, to open to him, giving him access to all of her. Her pretty pussy glistened with her juices.

  He licked his lips. “Do you taste as delicious as you smell?” Kane inhaled deeply, dragging air through his nostrils, her musk tormenting him.

  “I don’t know.” Her cheeks turned an adorable pink.

  “You’ve never tasted yourself, Eshe?” Kane clucked his tongue, amused by his virgin’s shyness. “What happened to your scientific curiosity?” He swiped his fingertips along her feminine folds and she quivered. “We’ll rectify this deficiency right now.” He held his fingers in front of her. “Suck.”

  She hesitated, her flame-lit gaze meeting his, and Kane leveled his sternest glance on his strong female. She sighed, closed her lips around his fingertips and sucked, the tug felt down to his toes.

  His chest heated, her obedience pleasing him. “How do you taste?”

  “Sweet but not as good as you do.” Her golden eyelashes fluttered.

  Kane circled her clit and Eshe squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, smooth skin sliding over smooth skin. “I’ll judge that for myself.” He lowered his hands, wetting his fingertips. Eshe arched her back, taking him deeper inside her.

  Kane removed his hand and sucked on his fingers. She tastes as sweet as golden honey. “You’re delicious.” He groaned, her flavor bursting on his tongue. “I want to drink you dry.”

  “I want your cock.” She swiveled her hips, grinding into him. “Inside me.”

  He gritted his teeth, tempted, so very tempted to take her, to feel her heat all around him. “I’ll give you my cock.” Kane glided his shaft along her softness, fucking her without entry.

  Home, his mind whispered. He rocked against her, angling his tip to tease her clit, and Eshe swayed with him, chasing his cock. The lights shone on her golden hair and pale skin. She was beautiful, pure, his.

  “Harder,” Eshe urged, her fingers splaying over the white tile.

  Kane chuckled, unable to contain his joy. She was wild, his woman. He thrust harder, smacking his hips against her ass cheeks. The sound echoed in the small space, meshing with her erotic panting, with his harsh grunts.

  Their bodies collided and then moved apart, their tempo intensifying. Kane was surrounded by moisture. Cold water from the showerhead fell on his chest and shoulders, a thousand droplets touching him. Steam hung in the air. Eshe’s pussy juices covered his shaft, slicking his skin. A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip.

  “More,” his insatiable woman moaned. Her ass was pink and her legs shook.

  The flimsy hold he had on his control snapped and Kane drove against Eshe with everything he had, his only thought to please her, to make her come, to hear his name on her lips. Her body swayed with the impact, a sexy humming sound coming from deep in her throat.

  Kane had never been this lost before, all of his restraint shredded. With any other woman his savage lust would be dangerous. Eshe, his alien lover, embraced his primitive nature, matching his strength, his ferocity.

  He bent over her smaller form, rubbing his chest against her back, teasing her shoulder with his teeth. Her body rippled, as fluid as a fine piece of silk ribbon. Kane stroked over her mons. Her hair was fine, soft. He found her clit, teased her.

  The pitch of Eshe’s humming increased and she squirmed, trying to escape him. He tightened his grip on her, restricting her movements. She whimpered and he grinned. She was close, as he was, his balls aching and his mind spinning.

  “Kane?” A tremor rolled over her, shaking them both.

  Kane clenched his jaw, seeking to delay his release, an impossible task doomed to failure as he was no longer alone, a man without equal. Eshe ravished him as he ravished her. She was his counterpart, his soul mate, his, and he couldn’t hold back.

  “Come for me,” he instructed, pulling away from her. “Come now.” He thrust hard and roared, cum arcing from his cock head, splattering on the tiled wall.

  She screamed, bucking against him. The blue-and-red lights burst from her chest, streaming around them, singeing him with heat.

  Kane drove his hips forward three more times and staggered backward, taking her with him. A wave of emotion swept over him, his legs collapsed and they fell, Eshe landing in his lap.

  “Fuck.” He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her unique fragrance. His knees ached and his mind was as empty as his cock. He’d never felt as good as he felt at this moment, holding his woman.

  “Fuck,” Eshe echoed. Her body jolted as the lights were sucked back into her chest. “I
feel much better now.” She turned her head and smiled over her right shoulder, the flames in her dark eyes dim.

  Kane smiled back at her. “You do feel good.” He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

  “We should leave,” she moaned, her spine bowing.

  She was right. They should leave. Kane’s smile faded. “I need to sleep.” Eshe opened her mouth. “Give me twenty minutes of rest.” He placed one of his fingers over her lush lips. “And then we’ll leave.”

  Chapter Five

  I should wake him. Eshe lay on top of the white cotton bedsheets, her body tucked into Kane’s, his heat engulfing her, soothing her.

  We should leave. Her souls, sated by multiple orgasms, were as peaceful as the immaculately clean motel room. The pain had dissipated, allowing her to think, and she wasn’t strong enough to move, to voluntarily experience that agony again.

  I’m being selfish, shortsighted, dumb. An Orogone warrior will be tracking us. She stared up at the speckled ceiling, ideas, decisions, plans racing through her rested mind.

  I’ll wait two more minutes. Eshe pushed against Kane’s sleeping form, snuggling closer, savoring their connection. He rolled into her, his right hand cupping her breast possessively, his palm rough and arousing. One of his legs pinned her to the mattress. Kane’s breath wafted on her bare shoulder, his musky scent surrounding her. They were both naked, skin pressing against skin.

  She’d never felt this close to any other being, this accepted, this normal, whatever normal truly was. Eshe drifted her fingertips over Kane’s bulging biceps, entranced by his strength, the beauty of his form. She’d spent her long lifetime out of sync with the worlds she visited. Right here, right now, she fit, she belonged.

  Eshe gazed at Kane’s handsome face. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes ink-black against his tanned skin. Does he care for me? He needed her, he required her help to save his mother and, once he transferred to Orogone, he’d utilize her knowledge to speed his adjustment. Kane was an intelligent male. He’d realize the advantages of a union with her and treat her appropriately.

  But that wasn’t caring. That wasn’t love. Could she spend an almost endless lifetime joined with a male who didn’t care for her? Did she have a choice? The only alternative was death…for her. He’d be free.

  Gravel crunched in the parking lot outside the motel. A door opened and Eshe inhaled deeply, her skin pricking with alarm. She’d waited too long to wake Kane. An Orogone warrior had arrived.

  She glanced at Kane. His eyes remained closed, her One oblivious to the danger awaiting them. That was for the best as he couldn’t defeat the warrior. Few males could. She’d be transferred, parted from her One, and she would die.

  Eshe slowly slid her body to the left, escaping Kane’s hold on her. If he woke he’d try to save her, get himself transferred, suffer a horrible death. She couldn’t allow that to happen. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, the floor cold against the soles of her feet.

  Calloused fingers wrapped around her wrist, Kane’s hand moving incredibly fast. “What are you doing, love?” he drawled.

  Love. Her heart pounded. That word, the word she longed to hear, had been said with irony. He didn’t mean it. “Let me go.” She yanked on her arm. Kane didn’t release her, holding her easily. “The warrior has come for me. Allow him to transfer me. You can still save your mother.”

  “And what will happen to you?” He hurtled across the room, grabbed his gun, his form magnificently naked. “How long would you survive without me?”

  She’d survive minutes, maybe hours. “If you’re transferred my fate will be the same.” Eshe tugged Kane’s black T-shirt over her head, needing that connection to him. “The warrior knows where I am, my One. He can sense me as I sense him.”

  “He can’t sense me.” Kane opened the door by a crack and peered outside. “He’s standing in the parking lot. What is he waiting for?”

  “He’s waiting for me to surrender.” Eshe searched through the duffle bag, found a tube of essence and her injector. If Kane was determined to face the warrior she would mitigate the risk of death. “Transferring me to and from Orogone will take time away from my experiments. The council prefers I remain on Earth.” She moved to Kane’s side. “I’ll inject you with—”

  “No injecting.” Kane turned his head, met her gaze, his eyes hard. “You don’t know what my reaction will be and I need to be one hundred percent healthy to defeat him.”

  The warrior would think he was an off-worlder and transfer him. Eshe’s hands shook. Without her essence he could die. “But—”

  “No injecting,” Kane repeated. “Stay in the room.”

  My male is stubborn. Eshe lifted her chin, readying a protest. “I—”

  “That’s an order,” he barked and her spine straightened, her body reacting to his dominance.

  “I’ll stay here,” she reluctantly agreed, not needing to move. The warrior would eventually tire of waiting and find her. “Be careful.” Eshe squeezed his arm.

  “I’m always careful.” Kane lunged forward and brushed his lips over hers, giving Eshe a tantalizing taste of everything she could possibly lose. “Don’t open this door for anyone other than me.”

  He rushed out of the motel room, sprinting at full speed along the concrete walkway, his naked body blurring under the lampposts’ flickering lights. Eshe watched him until he disappeared from view.

  The warrior watched him also. Eshe’s heart pounded as the tall, dark-haired Orogone turned his head, tracking Kane’s movements. The warrior stood in front of a rusty truck. He held guns in both of his hands, positioned with his legs braced, a long brown leather duster coat swirling around his faded-jean-clad calves. His nostrils flared and his lips flattened.

  He knows Kane isn’t one hundred percent human. Eshe’s grip on the edge of the door tightened. The warrior raised his gun, preparing to transfer her One, to eliminate him as an obstacle.

  She couldn’t allow that, not as a doctor nor as a female in love. Eshe pushed on the door until it smacked against the exterior wall and centered herself in the space, her toes touching the threshold. She hadn’t opened the door. It had already been open. And she remained inside the room. She hadn’t disobeyed any instructions.

  The warrior’s gaze transferred to her. He removed his sunglasses, revealing his unmistakably Orogone eyes, and stared at her.

  Eshe stared back at him, resigned to her fate. “Come and get me, Warrior,” she whispered. To save Kane and his mother she’d permit herself to be transferred, to be parted from her One. She’d die but the male she loved would live.

  Fuck. My woman is gloriously stubborn. Kane gritted his teeth. Eshe stood in the motel-room doorway, clad in his black T-shirt, stationed in plain view of the warrior sent to hunt her. With one easy shot she could be transferred, could die.

  Kane wouldn’t allow that to happen. He rushed along the pathway, his body hidden by the hedge surrounding the building. Small brown moths batted their wings against the hot lights above him, as suicidal as his damn woman.

  He couldn’t save them but he could rescue her. He had to. If she died…he couldn’t consider that possibility, couldn’t bear the prospect of a lifetime alone. A bone-deep cold settled over his body, strengthening his resolve.

  The warrior leaned against the hood of his beat-up truck, leisurely adjusting his guns. If he was waiting for Eshe he’d be waiting for a long time. She might be stubborn but she obeyed instructions. She wouldn’t leave the motel room.

  Kane crept closer, cursing himself for not asking Raff about the gun’s range. The warrior hunting Eshe wouldn’t be expecting him, a mongrel soldier, to defend her, to fire first, taking the offensive. Utilizing the element of surprise was his best opportunity to defeat the alien. That tactic was only effective once.

  The warrior scanned his surroundings, his eyes shielded by those sunglasses all Orogones wore. His nostrils flared.

  Kane stilled. Can he sm
ell me? He aimed his gun at the alien’s chest.

  The warrior rushed forward and Kane pressed the trigger. He missed, the beam of blue light shattering a window.

  “Fuck.” He cursed, tracking his adversary’s movements. The warrior was fast, as fast as he was. Perspiration trickled down Kane’s spine.

  The Orogone turned toward him and Kane ducked. Eshe screamed as the wall behind him crumpled, chucks of plaster falling to the concrete, wires sizzling, snapping. He ran toward the motel room, returning fire.

  The damn alien laughed, his amusement irking Kane. He adjusted his aim for the man’s speed and pressed the trigger. The mocking laughter abruptly stopped as the warrior floated, suspended in midair, his body vibrating, his mouth rounded with shock.

  “Stay away from my woman,” Kane growled. He pressed the trigger again. The ray of blue energy engulfed the warrior and he disappeared from view.

  “Transfer well,” Eshe called out, her voice shaky.

  The warrior wasn’t dead. The tension eased from Kane’s shoulders. He was transferred. His gaze shifted to the motel room. And his woman was safe.

  “You defeated him.” Eshe stared at him, the open admiration on her pale face warming his chest.

  “We defeated him,” Kane conceded. She’d distracted the warrior.

  “The council will send another warrior.” She nibbled on her bottom lip. The cotton around her unique tattoo was scorched, the hem of his shirt grazing her shapely thighs.

  He wanted her again, his cock hard, his blood pumping from the gunfight. “We’re leaving,” Kane informed her gruffly. His needs would have to wait.

  He stalked toward her and her gaze lowered. Eshe licked the lip she’d been abusing, her tongue small and pink. Kane remembered how good that tongue had felt against him, and his cock bobbed.

  “We should leave.” Her sigh tugged at his heart.

  He grinned. She wanted him also, frustration etching lines in her beautiful face. “I’ll pleasure you later,” Kane promised, rubbing her arms, the contact grounding him. She was safe, alive, his.