Alien Warrior's Challenge: SciFi Alien - Human Fated Mates Romance (Brion Brides Book 8)

by Voxley, Vi

  With a wild grin on his lips, he pulled out of her almost completely before slamming back inside, making the bed shake along with Paula.

  It felt like he could shatter her bones. In her daze, that seemed like a very trivial concern to her. Even the world appeared to shake with her as the captain kept thrusting inside her, faster and faster until she couldn't feel her legs, only the pleasure that shot through her.

  It felt like her whole body was filled with electricity, shivering under the shocks of it, her pussy clenching down on Kerven's long cock, filling every last inch of her. She moaned, moving with him at the furious pace he'd chosen. The bed was rocking under them as he hit the spot within her, making stars dance before her eyes.

  The lust in her was burning through Paula, making her feel nothing and everything all at once. It was almost too much to bear. She screamed when Kerven pounded into her, feeling her orgasm approach like a storm on the horizon, nearing with dizzying speed.

  The valor squares on the captain's neck were filling the room with slowly flickering light, in tune with his thrusts. Paula saw him cast in the red aura, the room falling into darkness until the only lights were his bright blue eyes, shining at her.

  The sight gripped her, bringing forth a powerful, ancient combination of power and desire. There was nothing else in the galaxy at that point, only the fiery eyes looking down on her, passion burning in them.

  Paula thought she could almost feel their heat. Kerven was like some dangerous, wild beast on top of her. The room resembled a cage and she was totally, utterly alone with him.

  He wasn't dangerous to her, but the danger about the captain was obvious. It turned her on more than she was willing to admit, her throat closing up as the pleasure built to levels she could no longer handle.

  Her body was helpless under him, her legs going numb. The sheets on the bed clung to her skin as Kerven made her world shatter. His cock was rock hard inside her, every thrust taking him to the hilt. She tried to moan, to cry out, but her voice was gone. Nothing but sobs escaped her mouth now that she was so close it hurt.

  "You are so beautiful," Kerven whispered to her, his own deep voice cracking in the waves of pleasure that had them at their mercy. "Your pussy... it feels amazing. I can feel how close you are, how your heart beats. Tell me how much you need to cum and I'll give you what you want."

  "So much–" Paula panted breathlessly. "I need to cum so badly... Kerven-"

  "Mine," the captain growled in response, his thrusts becoming shallower, teasing when all she needed was for him to let her finish. "You are mine."

  "Yours," she cried, trying to pull him back in, deeper into her pussy. "I am yours!"

  Kerven heard, resuming the ruthless rhythm with newfound fervor, fucking her harder. Paula screamed, her voice, suddenly found again, breaking over his name as her orgasm knocked the air out of her lungs.

  The searing pleasure was so intense that for a second it felt like her heart stopped. Gasping for air, she clung to him, feeling so good she had no words to describe it. Her body started floating through the slowly rocking waves of afterglow.

  She trembled when Kerven reached his own orgasm, her pussy shuddering around his cock, feeling the captain cum in her. She moaned when his hot seed spilled into her depths, filling her as her body accepted it all to the last drop.

  The captain leaned in to kiss her gently. He brushed his lips against hers softly, teasingly, making her reach for him, a smile on his lips as she tiredly tried to slap him for it. Rolling off her, Kerven pulled her into his embrace, letting her rest her head on his chest. She could hear the still-furious beat of his heart, knowing she was the one making him feel like that.

  I did it, she thought. I have burned all the bridges, but I don't think that was the heat I felt.

  Seeing the way Kerven looked at her, his gaze alone feeling like a caress, there was only one desire in Paula's mind.

  To stop looking behind her and step into the future. The moment of pure bliss was so nice she wanted to move into it. Judging by everything she knew about the Brion bonds, that wasn't as impossible as it sounded.

  All she had to do was make it through the next few days without the Galactic Union claiming what they thought was theirs.

  Paula had always hated the notion of belonging to someone, but being the fated of a Brion didn't only go one way. She was his and he was hers. It was well worth risking everything.

  9

  Kerven

  His fated lay next to him, her head resting on his shoulder.

  Kerven could almost have taken her slow breathing for sleeping, but Brions never made mistakes like that. No, Paula was simply laying there, happy and sated like she was meant to be. Her hand was wrapped around his chest, holding him as close as he held her.

  The moment was perfect, unmarred. Not even the conflict down below on the surface reached them in their self-made haven. The captain knew he should get up soon and make sure the preparations proceeded smoothly, but he wanted to delay the moment of leaving Paula as much as possible.

  Her body felt divine against his. Her perfect breasts were pressed against his chest, the nipples still hard. Absentmindedly, Kerven ran his fingers over her skin, feeling his gesha shiver under his touch.

  In his heart, he knew he was asking much of her. Paula being there showed that she wanted him too, more than anything and that was a comfort to him, yet it physically pained him to take something away from her in turn.

  "Are we really going to stay up here for two days?" Paula asked, her voice betraying both hope and concern. "This will not do my reputation any favors, you know. While others suffer cold and danger on the battlefield, I lay here like a queen. On warm sheets and in your arms. I don't think I could ever live that down. As a Brion, I think you would understand."

  "I do," Kerven admitted. "If you want, we can return to the planet. I would much rather keep you here with me, of course, but the choice is yours. If you feel like you need to be on Jumel, that's where we'll go."

  "We?" Paula asked, lifting her head at last, looking at him with those maddeningly beautiful eyes of hers. "You'd come with me?"

  He gave her a long look.

  "My gesha," he said, his voice filled with promise. "Wherever you go, I will too. There is nothing in the world that could make me leave you."

  "What about your general?" Paula asked, confused. "If he calls you back to the flagship, aren't you supposed to obey?"

  Kerven frowned. The question was fair and there was no easy answer.

  Brions had been reclusive for many, many years. They hadn't been members of the Galactic Union for very long now. Only recently had their Elders had started promoting peace and uniformity with the rest of the species in their galaxy. Before that, Brions labeled others mostly as enemies of various degrees.

  Those days were gone now and called the dark ages for a good reason.

  As such, the very concept of a non-Brion gesha was new and complicated. It helped that the first brides, Terran women of exceptional character, had all been the fateds of the feared generals. No one dared to question those warriors or the women they shared their lives with now.

  Several years had passed since that first fated pairing and Isolde, the first of the human geshas, had been an ambassador on Briolina for many years.

  Therein lay a problem, however.

  The fated of the generals had all joined them rather than making the warlords abandon their people for Terra and its pursuits. The women weren't tied down by account, but the generals had something the captain didn't.

  They were free, more so than any other Brion. Bound to obey only the will of the Elders, the generals roamed the galaxy pretty much as they liked.

  Kerven knew that General Braen would be as understanding as he possibly could be. A gesha came first in a warrior's life, there was no doubt about that. She was the center of their world, their everything. The general himself would have destroyed all in his path to make his own gesha happy and to be with her.r />
  It wasn't so easy for Kerven. While his position as captain allowed him much, Kerven couldn't imagine leaving the flagship. Brions simply didn't break with their own. Despite their considerable skill as warriors, there were no Brion mercenaries. Their lives were bound to their home world, Briolina, and their kind.

  Still, Paula changed everything for him.

  He looked at her seriously. His gesha's eyes were wide and the gorgeous smile had fallen from her lips as she realized how seriously he was considering her question.

  "I am what I am," Kerven said. "I would give you everything that's in my power to give. On the flagship, you'd be treated with every respect and given all the freedom you desire.

  “Since you're not a Brion, you're not bound to obey the general. If you insist on staying with the Union's forces, I will stay for as long as I need, as long as it takes to take you with me."

  Her eyes narrowed and a warmth that had been in her gaze before washed away. She pulled the blanket up to cover herself from him, never a good sign in a female. It said with absolute certainty that she was feeling vulnerable, that she felt like she'd given too much of herself to him.

  It hurt to see, much more to know there was little he could do to change that.

  "So that's how it is?" she asked. "That's the only possible outcome? I come with you to live in your world, not the other way around."

  Kerven stilled for a moment, choosing his words.

  "If I left the general's command, I would barely be a Brion anymore. I am a warrior of my species. To abandon them is to give up that part of me. I would be incomplete. That's not the man you deserve."

  "What about me, then?" Paula demanded, sitting up. "I am a surgeon, why does that mean less?"

  "It doesn't," Kerven stated with confidence. "Nothing would stop you from practicing your skills on the flagship. On the contrary, the healers would appreciate the chance to compare our ways to yours. There would be plenty for you to do.

  “We are warriors. Wounds come by often."

  His attempt at humor fell on deaf ears as Paula glared, her eyes throwing daggers at him.

  "I would still be leaving everything behind," she stated. "My kind. My work."

  The words left Kerven's mouth before he could consider them.

  "Are you that close to other Terrans?" he asked. "As much as I've seen, you barely tolerate them."

  A heavy silence fell as Paula stared at him, her lips parted as though she was going to say something.

  Whatever it was, it never came. She got up slowly, the sheet still wrapped around her in a makeshift dress.

  "Find me some new clothes, please," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "While you do that, please also get me a transport down to the planet where I belong. And my dear gerion... I don't want to see you anywhere near that ship or anywhere near me again, do you understand me?"

  Her voice was pure ice, the blue eyes looking at him with equal coldness.

  The captain considered arguing, knowing it was futile. Terran women didn't forgive slights like that easily. They loved their freedom as well as their pride.

  He'd ruined it, and so easily.

  The bond, his fated... They had been at his fingertips and he'd let her slip. Too late, the captain realized she'd been trying to have an argument with him while he only told her the outcome, allowing no room for other possibilities.

  There were none, only it didn't make any of it better.

  He had to trust in fate to bring them together in the end. Brion bonds were unbreakable, but they reaped a heavy price almost every time. No relationship that started with an ultimatum could progress without bumps along the way.

  Despite knowing that, Kerven couldn't shake the feeling he'd let them fall too deep too fast.

  Perhaps it had been a mistake to act on the bond without giving her time to digest it. He should have known better.

  Then again, so should have she.

  "I will send a unit to guard you on Jumel," he said in the end.

  "Let me guess," Paula replied coldly. "That is not optional either."

  "No. You are my gesha. I will protect you until my dying day. They are coming with you. I will tell them not to bother you or get in your way."

  Paula's lips were pressed together into a thin line as she regarded him with barely restrained anger. Then, she nodded reluctantly, clearly figuring it wasn't worth the argument.

  Her need to get rid of him as quickly as possible was more painful than any wound Kerven had ever suffered.

  He left her in his rooms, sending a crewmember to fetch Paula something to wear. With a heavy heart, the captain walked away from the woman he'd loved from the moment he first laid his eyes on her. It was that much worse that every word she'd spoken, every spark of her temper had only made him fall for her faster.

  The image of her came with him, unshakeable from his mind’s eye even if he'd wanted to forget about her.

  He tried to tell himself it was all for the better. It was actually customary for the geshas to fight their gerion, so that when they finally bonded, it was a testament to the fact that they were meant to be.

  Paula wasn't a Brion, though. She didn't send him away because she was playing her part. Her fury was real and there was nothing he could do to abate her disappointment at the moment. Only trust that fate would provide him with a way to make it right.

  He walked away, wondering how a world that had seemed so bright minutes ago was now dark and grim. Like her, Kerven was torn between two worlds, not knowing if he could separate his ties with either.

  In his heart, he knew the truth already. No matter what happened, he wouldn't give up Paula. There just had to be a way for him to have her without losing everything else about him.

  A Brion never shied away from a challenge.

  10

  Paula

  The walk of shame wasn't what she'd imagined.

  In her head, Paula had thought that it would be a fun joke for her and Kerven to discuss later. She'd come off the ship, wearing a new uniform in Brion colors, with the captain by her side. They'd share stolen, private smiles after consummating their bond and Major Burton could mock her to his heart's content, because she simply wouldn't care.

  She'd be happy.

  The reality was nothing like that. The trip down to the planet was grim and silent. Paula waited for the doors of the dropship to open with such anxiety she slipped through the first crack that opened that was wide enough to allow her through.

  She was wearing Brion colors, that part had gone nowhere. The dim golden suit stood out like a candle in the night. Not only did it make her a nice target for the enemies – curse the Brion way of beaming like beacons - But it also summoned the major like he was teleported there to make her life even more miserable than it already was.

  "Back so soon?" the major asked, falling into step with her mere feet from the dropship as her Brion guards fell back like Kerven had promised.

  Small mercies, she thought, thankful that they weren't hovering closer like some damn honor guard for the captain's new war trophy.

  "It's good to see you too, Major," she replied coolly, hoping it would make it clear she was in no mood to deal with him.

  Of course, it was a bit too much to hope for the man to gather some sort of tact from his shallow emotional depths.

  "I see your standard uniform has been... lost?" the major pressed on. "What happened to it?"

  None of your damn business.

  She opted not to say something that spiteful, since it would have practically been a confession and she didn't want to give him the pleasure of admitting to anything.

  "I changed," she said. "Normal people do that. My uniform was damaged in the attack, the Brions provided me with a new one. Mystery solved."

  "I see," the major said. "Where did you leave your boyfriend, then?"

  Paula slicked her tongue over her teeth, willing herself to calm.

  "Captain Kerven is up on his ship, overseeing the upcoming mis
sion. Why aren't you? Surely you have something better to do with your time than torture me with your company.

  “You've been crying for some real action for weeks. I would have thought you were over the moon we're actually getting somewhere now."

  The major took the time to glare at her, something he always seemed to have a spare moment for. With biting clarity, the captain's question returned to haunt Paula.

  Why didn't she just leave? The Terran army, at least as much as she'd seen it, wasn't exactly her dream job or her dream team. Some of the men were nice, but as a surgeon she couldn't look at any of them for too long, wondering if she'd find them in pieces the next day.

  The Union wasn't much better. The mission to Jumel was the first one Paula had actually cared about. Usually they just dismissed her wishes and sent her to gods knew where to do some duty that a trained monkey could have done. Even on Jumel, the main council had left most of the authority to Burton, thinking she had more use patching up soldiers and counting the admittedly invaluable seeds.

  If it weren't for the Eden seeds, Paula wouldn't have lasted two days in that hellhole. Not because she didn't have the guts, but because she didn't have a good stomach for stupidity, bureaucracy and needless death. Only the treasure at the end of the road kept her going, kept her trying to reach them. The aim to do good had to be worth something.

  On the other hand, what was Kerven offering her? Another butcher's job. Brion healers were good at what they did. Paula saw no use for herself on the flagship.

  No matter what happened between her and Kerven, it didn't make her time on Jumel any better. Apparently she'd riled the major up enough and his patience had snapped.

  It was good, because so had hers.

  "Miss Allen, don't test me," the man growled at her. "I am not nearly as stupid as you would like me to be. You get all these feminine fantasies about me being just a brute in charge, but I didn't get to my position by letting my boys die needlessly.