Alien Mate Experiment

by Zenobia Renquist

  Her sex had already started that wanting ache that could only be soothed by direct stimulation.

  “Sssemeera…”

  “Huh?” She looked at Kader’s face and his expectant expression. “Oh, right. Sorry.”

  Undressing didn’t take her long since she was only wearing a shirt, having skipped her panties in favor of easy access.

  Kader whipped his tail from side to side so fast he resembled a dog wagging its tail.

  She startled when he dropped to his knees. “Kader!” She reached for him, but his outstretched hand stopped her short.

  “No. We can’t.”

  This again. At least now she knew he was hot for her. He just needed a little coaxing. She stepped closer to him, smiling at the way he flicked out his tongue over and over, taking in her scent. Arousing him enough that his erection twitched, bobbing, almost wagging like his tail.

  He was panting and rumbling growls left his parted lips. “Your scent…” He shook his head as though to clear it. “I…”

  She waited for him to finish, but he seemed to be struggling. To help him come to the right decision, she backed up and sat on her bed with her legs parted. When she spread her lower lips, Kader’s intense gaze felt like a physical thing penetrating her. She shivered with a light gasp.

  Her breath seemed to draw Kader to her. One moment he was kneeling near the door. The next he was in front of her, panting between her legs, flicking his tongue so close she swore she could feel it brushing her clit.

  “Same,” he rumbled as he rubbed the side of his head against her thigh. “Pink. Wet. Mating nub.”

  “Mating nub?” She gasped when his tongue swiped at her most sensitive spot. “Clit. That’s my clit. It’s not…” She swallowed and took a breath. “It’s not like your ridges, only appearing when mating. It’s always there.” And God, she wanted him to touch it again.

  Instead, Kader fell back from her and pulled himself away. “Can’t.”

  “Kader?”

  “Something is wrong with me.” He shook his head. “Your scent. Too potent. Making it hard to think. Impossible to control myself. Will hurt you.”

  Okay, now Semeera was taking him seriously. The calm, nearly stoic Kader was gone. The male before her was trembling while his tail whipped behind him. His erection twitched, tapping against his belly. Something was seriously wrong. “Kader?”

  He turned and ran.

  Semeera was torn as to whether she should follow him or not. If her scent was affecting him like that, following him was the worst thing she could do. But if he was hurting as badly as she was, then leaving him alone was no better.

  Follow him, it was.

  *

  Kader stumbled into his room and dropped to his knees again. It didn’t matter. Right in front of her or across the suite, the taste of her scent remained on his tongue. It was all around him. Intoxicating him. He couldn’t think straight.

  His erection was so hard it hurt, and no amount of stroking would make it better. He knew that without trying.

  The mating ridges had appeared. Why?

  He couldn’t father young with Semeera. He knew that, but the ridges had sprung forth involuntarily. And then he saw her mating nub. Her clit. It was so similar to the mating nub on khartarn females. Seeing it had fanned the flames of his lust, making it hotter.

  Too hot.

  He needed to cool off.

  “Kader?”

  He hissed, warning her away.

  Why had she come to him? Invaded his space? Flooded his senses with more of her delicious scent?

  Kader lunged at her, dragging her to the ground beneath him. She didn’t fight. He remembered himself a moment later and pushed away from her. “No. Too dangerous. Leave.”

  “No.”

  “Sssemeera—”

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  “Will.” He looked around for an escape. Whatever this sensation plaguing him, it went beyond simple copulation. He had to get away. To calm down before he…

  Semeera trapped his face in her hands, making him look at her. She was so much weaker than him. He could push her away easily, and yet her touch froze him in place even as it burned him to his core. “You won’t.”

  She leaned forward, and he knew what was coming.

  Knowing didn’t help him prepare. Nothing could have. The press of her lush lips against his flat ones had been a pleasant surprise this morning. Now it was pleasurable torture. And when she teased her tongue against his lips, he parted them, remembering what she’d said about making the kiss deeper.

  Her tongue invaded his mouth, caressing the tips of his. This was something his people didn’t do, and now he felt they were lacking for that oversight. Then again, it wouldn’t have felt like this with a female of his kind. A soft one had to bestow this bliss. And Semeera was so soft.

  Too soft.

  He would hurt her.

  That thought helped him back away slowly while holding her so she didn’t bridge the distance again. “Chains.”

  “Chains? What about them?”

  Kader struggled to his feet and then eased past Semeera to the bed. “Must chain myself. Only way not to hurt you.”

  “Kinky.”

  He paused and glanced at her, confused by her grin. “Kinky?”

  She waved away his question. “Later. Why chain yourself? You were fine—”

  “I am not!” He hissed loudly. His control was hanging by a thread. She didn’t know how close she was to danger. If she did, she would run from him, scream for help, lock herself in her room until someone arrived who could subdue him.

  But no one could. He was a warrior. Not even all the security combined could stop him as he was now. He doubted even the chains would hold, but he would use them in an effort to keep Semeera safe.

  He climbed on the bed and unlocked the hidden compartment in his headboard. The chains dropped before him. He quickly attached the cuffs to his wrists before Semeera could stop him. Even the cool comfort of the metal did nothing to quench the fire in him.

  “Kader, roll over.”

  He looked over his shoulder at her.

  She nodded. “On your back. Please.”

  He flipped onto his back, sliding down the bed so his hands stretched above his head, keeping them far from her.

  “What is this?”

  “Frenzy.” Saying the word made it true. He knew it and couldn’t lie to himself by denying it. “Thought it gone. Only mates. I shouldn’t… You aren’t…” He shook his head and hissed again. It was so hard to think. His sac ached. His rod pulsed. “Not mates.”

  “No, we aren’t. I mean, we haven’t done anything to be considered mates, right?”

  “Courting.” He clamped his jaws shut before he said too much.

  “What courting?”

  He shook his head. “Later. Can’t think. Need…” He bucked his hips before he could stop himself.

  “I’m here, Kader. I’ll help.” Semeera climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him. “Just…” She laid a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. Finally, he could see worry in her expression. She sensed the danger. She should run. Instead, she asked, “It’s just sex, right? We’re not mating, right? I want to help, but I don’t want to do something that can’t be undone.”

  “Not mates. Ritual. Words. Vows. More than sex.”

  “You’re sure?”

  He gave a jerky nod as he strained against the chains, not sure at all, but needing her so badly.

  Semeera straddled his stomach while petting his chest. Her motions were probably meant to soothe, but all they did was make him burn hotter.

  “Kiss.”

  She smiled and pressed her soft breasts against him as she leaned forward to give him another kiss. Her tongue played with his as she rubbed her wet slit over his belly, heating and moistening his skin.

  “Like.”

  “Kissing?”

  He bucked, making her yip and his erection throb.

  “Oh. Thi
s.” She rubbed against him more.

  “Yes. Like.” He threw his head back to revel in the sensation.

  “Grinding.”

  “Grinding.” His deep growl emphasized the word. “More.”

  “Gladly.” She rubbed her soft body against his hard one. Not hurting herself. He didn’t smell blood. Nothing marred her delicious scent, which was getting stronger by the second.

  And then Semeera hugged him with her arms and legs as she trembled atop him. A second later, the scent of her climax assaulted him.

  The exquisite aroma was stronger. More potent. Robbing him of what little sense and control he had left. “Run.”

  *

  Semeera heard the garbled command, but running was the furthest thing from her mind. Not to mention, she couldn’t. Kader may be drunk off her scent but his musk was doing a number on her too. She was covered in it from straddling him. The more she rubbed herself against him, the stronger the scent got.

  She wasn’t as far gone as Kader, but she doubted that would be the case for much longer. She wanted him. Badly. No more teasing. No more hesitation. They both needed release before they went mad.

  Using Kader’s writhing to help her slide down his body, she positioned herself against his tip. That made him freeze. Panting hard, he stared at her with eyes full of crazed lust. Frenzied lust. Something only mates go through, he’d said. But he’d also said that wasn’t what this was. Not mating sex. Just sex.

  She hoped he was right, but in that moment, she really didn’t care.

  Rolling her hips, she pushed against his chest and slid onto his hot arousal. The simple act of penetration—really not that simple at all because of how big he was—set off her orgasm. Her inner muscles rippled along his length as she took him inside her.

  Kader let loose a roar as he strained at his chains and bucked his hips, burying his length as deep as he could.

  Semeera jolted upright as he bumped against her core, almost setting off another climax when she hadn’t gotten over the last one. The sensation of his ridges rumbling against her entrance as she moved herself up and down his length made her lose all coherent thought. She let loose keening moans, vocalizing her need for more when speaking was impossible.

  Hands braced on Kader’s stomach, head thrown back, she rode him as he thrust beneath her. Each upward jut of his hips threatened to throw her off him. He wasn’t trying to shake her loose, though. His goal obviously was to bury as much of himself inside her as he could. She wanted the same, and brought her hips down hard to aid him in that endeavor.

  Even when yet another climax claimed her, she didn’t slow down, and neither did Kader. If anything, her orgasms were making his situation worse, not better. His tail thrashed beneath him. He had his jaw clenched so tight blood trickled out of the side of his mouth from where his teeth had cut him. And the chains… He pulled against them, straining, fighting, bending the headboard to the point where she thought it would break.

  Kader’s gaze snapped to hers and his pupils were dilated so wide his eyes were black. One swift thrust and a howling groan heralded his release, flooding her inside with his hot seed.

  Semeera couldn’t do more than shiver on top of him, taking it all, loving it, having her own release while experiencing his.

  When the orgasm let her go, she dropped on top of him, gulping air.

  Kader wasn’t much better off, panting so fast he was almost hyperventilating.

  She quaked and fought needy whimpers that still escaped as she lifted her hips, intending to disconnect from her lover in a bid to help him calm down.

  “Stay!”

  She froze.

  Kader shook his head with a hard sigh. “Forgiveness. My tone… Forgiveness.” He pushed his head back and went back to breathing quickly.

  “It’s okay.” She laid her cheek on his chest and listened to his heart hammering. “Me too. Sorry.”

  He made a questioning noise.

  “I shouldn’t have forced this.”

  “Regret?”

  “No. Not even. This was…” She shivered and then purred as his erection rubbed inside her.

  “Yes,” Kader rumbled, wiggling his hips so his hard member caressed her more. “Very.”

  Semeera pressed a kiss over his heart. “Good call on the chains.”

  They both looked at the bent headboard and then at each other. They chuckled—softly at first. Then it grew to laughter. Giddy. Relieved. That sound that said they’d faced danger and made it through. Her more so than him. Then again… She glanced at the headboard again, knowing Kader had been in as much danger as her.

  He hunched and the flick of his tongue caressed her forehead.

  She hooked her hands on his shoulders and dragged herself closer to his head, pulling off his arousal. When she was close enough, she kissed his lips. “That was fun.”

  “Understatement.”

  “Too true.” She gave him another kiss. “Want to do it again?”

  “Yes!”

  Semeera laughed at his enthusiasm but felt the same way. Whatever this frenzy was, it wasn’t over. Not for either of them. She only hoped the headboard survived.

  Chapter 13

  Kader’s wrists hurt. The cuffs were designed for comfort because of the way they were used, holding a male who lacked control enough to contain his enthusiasm so he didn’t hurt his partner. Every male had such chains in his headboard for such an occasion. Never before had Kader had to use them.

  Not before Semeera—his mate.

  Mate.

  He looked at Semeera cuddled against his chest. Was she?

  Last night hadn’t been like any copulation he’d ever had before. It was more intense. Scarier, if he was honest. And he didn’t scare, not since cadet training. He’d lost complete control and only the chains had kept him from ravaging Semeera with his need.

  Even chained, he’d been wild, bouncing her on his erection, shoving deep enough that he had to have hurt her. But she’d met his passion, like for like. Taking and giving in equal measure.

  He’d never been ridden before. Khartarns only copulated via mounting. Some of his friends had told him of their attempts at sex face-to-face. Those had been failed encounters both parties regretted. Their bodies weren’t made for the position. But with Semeera and her flexibility…

  If he closed his eyes, he could still see her breasts bouncing as she took her pleasure. The great soft mounds had begged for him to hold them, squish them, bury his face between their softness. The chains had stopped that, no matter how hard he’d strained to break them. And he’d been trying to break them. That was why his wrists hurt.

  Cuffs that were specifically designed to be as comfortable as possible for one fighting against their hold had bitten into his flesh. As much as he wanted to blame the workmanship, he knew it was him and how hard he’d fought to get at Semeera.

  He was free of the cuffs now. He could touch her now. Instead, he held his hand above her soft dark brown skin, staring at his claws and imagining all the ways he could have hurt her if he hadn’t had the sense to lock himself in chains.

  Semeera sighed with a smile, cuddling closer to him before kissing his chest. “Morning,” she rasped. Her throat probably pained her after all her screaming.

  He nuzzled her neck, enjoying the way her scent mingled with his. The smell of his seed was heavy on her. He’d come many, many times. Too many. He’d lost count. The proof of his pleasure stained the insides of her thighs. The sight aroused him anew because it meant she was his.

  His.

  He shouldn’t be possessive. They’d had sex. Nothing more.

  And yet that was a lie. Everything from the previous night had been far beyond more. He should bid Semeera good morning and urge her to go about her day, but he only wanted to hold her.

  Lies.

  He wanted to have her again. The frenzy wasn’t influencing him, but that didn’t matter. He wanted to bury himself in her soft heat because it was his right. That thought shoo
k him to his core at the same time it made the tip of his erection peek past his sheath.

  Kader rolled away quickly, leaving the bed before he couldn’t.

  “Hm? Kader? What’s wrong?”

  “I am sorry. I know you said you did not wish to.” He closed his eyes, steeling himself for her coming anger. “We must see the doctors.”

  “We’re mated, aren’t we?”

  He snapped his tail to the side. “I believe we are.”

  “I’m sorry, Kader.”

  “I’m not.” He faced her then, letting her see how much he wanted her. They’d spent the entire night availing themselves of each other, only stopping because exhaustion forced them to, and he was ready to do it all again.

  Semeera gasped, rubbing her thighs together.

  He flicked out his tongue and tasted her lust in the air; she was responding to him as a mate should. Instant. Urgent. He forced himself to walk to his bathroom. “Go. Clean yourself.”

  “Kader—”

  “Go now, or else…” He growled to emphasize his point, snapping his tail from side to side.

  The bedding rustled and then her quiet footsteps retreated from the room. A short while later, the sound of her door closing reached his ears. This would be the last time that door would be between them. She belonged by his side, in his bed.

  It was taking all his willpower not to rush to her. The doctors didn’t know they were coming, couldn’t anticipate this circumstance. He had time.

  Kader forced himself go to the shower and wash. He knew she was his mate. No one contested that. She wasn’t running from him. He didn’t have to chain her to his side to stake his claim.

  “Calm yourself,” he rumbled while digging his claws into the tile wall. “She’s yours already.”

  But logic and instinct didn’t mix. He could speak all the convincing words he wanted, but it wouldn’t do any good. He needed to see Semeera. Smell her. Feel her.

  Kader applied himself to getting clean, hoping that washing the scent of her from his scales would help, yet knowing it wouldn’t. Nothing could wash away a mating. And he didn’t want to negate it, either.