The Alien Surrogate (The Klaskians Series Book 1)

by Amelia Wilson

  Cara remained where she was waiting for him to look at her.

  “Is there something else?” He asked tightly, still not looking up at her.

  “I’m waiting for the teacup.”

  Darian lifted the cup of hot tea and tossed it back like a shot of strong alcohol. “There.” He nearly broke the cup as he smacked it against the saucer.

  “Let me go after, Aldrich.”

  “No.”

  Cara slammed the office door shut still standing inside with Darian. “Who are you to decide what I will do? I shouldn’t need your permission.” She slammed her hands down on his desk.

  Darian looked up from the paperwork at last.

  Every time he looked at her, his body grew hard. The sound of her voice made his shaft thicken, and the way she licked her lips made him crave the feel of her skin against his lips.

  “Please, Darian. Seven years of my life he’s stolen, keeping us in that cage. You don’t know what it’s like not to feel the sun on your face for days at a time.”

  Darian stood leaning over the desk to meet her gaze. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have survived if I were put in so small a space. It is unspeakable what Aldrich has done and is still doing to the people of the town. But, Cara. You have suffered enough. Leave him to me.”

  “You’ve had seven years to get to him,” she challenged. “Tell me what I have to do to prove to you I can do this.”

  A million sexual requests shot through his mind as he met that warrior fire in her eyes. He would not ask for any of them. Nothing was more important than keeping her safe. “You have too many scars already. I will not allow you to be hurt again.”

  “Jules thinks I can do it,” Cara said as he rounded the desk heading for the door.

  Of course, she did.

  Darian turned back around and took a step back into the office. “Jules wants you out of her way so she can try and be the wolf at my side. You can’t believe a word she says.”

  Cara folded her arms. “Why not? At least she’s talking to me.”

  “I’m talking to you, Cara. I’m just not giving you your way,” Darian said closing the space between them. “I’ve been holding back. Enduring all your teasing without pushing you to the brink as you’ve done to me.”

  Cara licked her lips the blue in her eyes brightening as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Darian framed her face with his other hand and claimed her lips with his. She was stiff under him, fighting what he knew she felt too.

  So, bloody stubborn.

  He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips, loving the taste of her. She was just as sweet as her scent. Darian tilted her head to get better access to her mouth. As he tried again to get her to open to him.

  When he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and pulled her firmly against him. His hard and shaft pressing against her soft flesh.

  Cara gasped.

  The whimper of sound coming from Cara reminded him of her fear, and her innocence. He began to withdraw from her slowly. Darian could feel her tongue moving with his. He couldn’t take what she wasn’t willingly giving.

  “Cara,” he said her name, his voice thick with his desire for her.

  “Did you touch Jules like you touch me?” Cara asked him, her voice quiet.

  “No,” Darian answered. “There is no one else but you, Cara.”

  Her breasts were rising and falling with each breath she took. Her nipples were tight and pressed against bodice of her dress, calling to him to be tasted, touched, and teased.

  I don’t know how much longer I can stop myself from claiming her. Please Cara, tell me you want this. You want me.

  He looked at her with desire in his eyes. Cara didn’t feel nervous or afraid that he might try and force himself on her. She knew he wouldn’t.

  Darian, said things to her that made her feel beautiful and loved. It was the kind of things she’d longed to have said to her. He cared about her, and was gentle with her.

  The connection they shared through their spirit wolves gave her a glimpse of what he was feeling for her and the sensation of devotion and love humbled her. She’d been cold with him all this time and now that she wanted to respond to him she didn’t know what to do.

  “If I… if we mate, will you let me train to lead the pack with you against Aldrich?”

  “No,” he answered without hesitation. “I love you. There is nothing anyone could give me that would make me change my mind and allow Aldrich to be anywhere near you.”

  His strong, protective tone heated her from the inside out. She wanted to kiss him, to have his hands on her body, to feel his skin against hers.

  Cara walked over to the door Darian left open and pulled it shut. She wasn’t sure what to do or say. She only knew that she wanted to be with Darian, she wanted to experience what it felt like to be loved.

  “I mean what I said, Cara. You will not return to Aldrich town. It is far too dangerous.”

  She took a few steps toward him, but her knees started to shake with fear and nervousness, so, she stopped. Her fingers found the top button on the front of the dress. She undid the button, reminding him of the first time she’d stripped for him.

  The vein in his forehead stood out further as his golden eyes watched her fingers. “I want you so much that I can barely breath, Cara. But I won’t have you this way.”

  Cara gulped, her fingers catching and accidentally releasing the second button.

  “Please, Cara. I am Alpha but I am still a man. You are pushing me too far.”

  Cara lowered her gaze and could see the evidence of his arousal, straining against his pants. His hand wrapped around the edge of the desk as she looked at him. He was growing longer and harder under her gaze.

  It has to be tonight, Cara. Her spirit wolf urged.

  “Darian, I know you won’t give me permission or help me to get Aldrich myself.”

  His golden eyes concentrated on her face, he was trying so hard to keep from looking lower where her luscious curves called to him.

  Maybe I’m not doing this right?

  Cara walked across the room, ignoring the way her legs seemed to wobble with each step. “Kiss me?”

  Darian was looking at her like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly. Then he asked, “Where would you like me to kiss you, Cara?”

  Everywhere.

  “Wherever you like,” Cara said to his chest. She was too afraid to look him in the eyes and see him laughing at her. This seduction thing wasn’t as easy as she’d thought it would be.

  Darian dipped his head. His soft black hair caressing her cheek as he passed her waiting lips. His hot mouth kissed her breast, sucking her tight bud deeply into his mouth through the material of the dress. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her mouth fell open.

  He moaned a sound against her breast that shot heat down her body and wet heat blossomed between her legs.

  His hands parted the V shaped opening, popping off the remaining buttons. They scattered across the floor as his tongue swept over her breast, his lips blazing a trail on her sensitive skin.

  Watching him taste her, suck on her sent another electric wave of heat down her body. She squeezed her legs together at the overwhelming sensation.

  “Cara, tell me to stop now if you want me to stop,” he pleaded. “I want you so much. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop if you wait much longer to tell me you don’t want to let me claim you tonight.”

  He was looking at her wet breasts, moist from his hungry mouth.

  “Tell me what to do,” Cara said. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “Are you sure this is what you want? To be mine?”

  Cara smiled down at the kindest, most powerful man she’d ever known. “Yes. I love you.”

  Darian swept her up in his arms as he stood. He kissed her as he carried her out into the hallway and into his room at top speed, it made her dizzy. His bed was beneath her so fast she had the sensation of falling but in his arms, she wasn’t afraid.


  “Pull up your dress for me, Cara” he said cupping her breasts.

  Cara reached down and slid the skirt of the dress up her legs, over her thighs. His eyes were watching with baited anticipation. She pulled the dress off over her head.

  Darian made a guttural, growling sound of approval as he looked at the soft down of her golden curls.

  She knew that having sex was painful for the woman and Cara braced herself as he lowered over her. His mouth pressing wet hot kisses down her stomach.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want to taste you, Cara. All of you.” His eyes were locked with hers as he nuzzled the apex of her legs with his mouth. His tongue delved hungrily between her folds, reminding her how good he could make her feel. The sweet vibrations of his groan against her sensitive flesh had her pressing against his mouth.

  Darian shoved down his pants kicking them to the floor. “I want to be inside you. Open your legs for me?” he asked.

  Cara opened her knees and gasped at the sensation caused by Darian’s cock rubbing over her clit and teasing her entrance. The heated push of his rounded member pressing at her opening intensified the ache for him. “I want you inside me, Darian,” Cara breathed.

  “Slowly, my love. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please, Darian. Don’t make me wait,” she pleaded.

  His jaw clenched as the head of his cock pressed harder into her opening, slowly stretching the walls of her sex to accept him. She felt herself growing wetter as he continued to slowly stretch her. It was an intrusion but it felt so good. It was like he was filling the emptiness that ached for him, was missing him all this time.

  Cara moved trying to take him in deeper. He backed away. “It will hurt if I do this too fast.”

  “I’m not afraid of the pain anymore.”

  “Does it hurt?” he asked, the strain on his face from his efforts to go slow showing in the tightness of his features and the pulsing vein on his forehead.

  Cara moved against him again. “It feels so good, I can’t hardly breathe. Darian, I need you.”

  He swore, his hips bucking against her.

  She maneuvered her hips as he ground against her, guiding his cock into her core. He was buried inside her filling her, the tiny pinch of pain immediately replaced with the feeling of completeness.

  Darian’s mouth opened in disbelief. He couldn’t believe she’d guided him inside of her when he knew how afraid she was of the pain. His dick pulsed inside her, the need to pound into her pussy too strong. Darian couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her wet heat holding him so tight.

  Cara wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as the delicious tangle of nerves tightened with need. She met each of his thrusts wanting more.

  “You feel so good,” he growled into her ear. His cock delving deeper into her heat. Cara gasped, her nails biting into his back and he stretched her deeper than she thought possible.

  Suddenly the pressure seemed to explode where they were joined together, in wave after wave of pleasure. Her hips rocked against his, her back arching as she cried out.

  Darian pressed deeper, a liquid heat filling her as he came deep inside her. He was looking at her with love, and lust as he rocked into her, loving the way her tight glove squeezed every drop from his cock into her pussy.

  Rolling them both onto their sides, he kissed her. “I love you, Cara. Let’s never go another day without doing that again.” He was still holding her close.

  Cara swallowed the lump of emotion swelling in her throat and kissed him as her answer.

  “I will always love you and protect you, Cara.”

  She snuggled up against his heated body, hiding her face from his view. “I love you too,” she said. “You know, If I’d known you were out here all this time, beyond the wall. I would have come to you sooner.”

  He blinked slowly, his eye lids heavy.

  “I would have come for you if I’d known you were inside.”

  Cara kissed him again.

  Don’t come for me, Darian. It’s too dangerous

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Just like Jules said, Darian fell asleep about an hour after he drank the tea Jules spiked with a sleeping tonic of Killian’s. Cara felt so much guilt as she disentangled herself from the man who was now her husband.

  She’d tried to get him to see what had to be done but he loved her too much to let her go back.

  He’s going to be so angry when he wakes up and discovers what I’ve done.

  Cara kissed him gently on the lips praying it wouldn’t be their last kiss. She dressed into new clothes. The blue dress with the short sleeves and low cut neckline would serve her best. Aldrich would look at her in it and see the scared woman he was so bent on breaking.

  Her heart pounding, she tiptoed from the room, leaving Darian asleep and alone in the bed.

  Jules waited in the courtyard. Her green eyes looked black in the evening light. “Ready?”

  Cara nodded.

  Rafi bowed his head to her and then slowly Jules did too. “What are you doing? We have to go before he wakes up,” Cara said.

  “You are the female alpha now. We are showing you our respect.”

  “I’m just me. The same woman I was an hour ago.”

  Jules shook her head. “Nope. There’s a big difference now. You belong to Darian. He’ll break our necks when he hears we took you back to Aldrich Town.”

  “We’ve been over this. I’m the only one who can get inside. I haven’t turned yet. The poison for the werewolves won’t work on me.”

  “You sure you have what it takes to kill him?” Rafi asked. The worry on his face giving her little reassurance.

  Cara nodded even though she wasn’t so sure. The will to kill him? Yes. Did she have the strength to fight him? Probably not. She had to take him by surprise, it was the only way.

  “Here, take this. All you need to do is cut him, just once and the poison on the blade will kill him.” Rafi handed Cara a sheathed knife with a leg strap. The blade appeared to be the size of an envelope opener. Cara lifted her skirt and strapped the knife high on her thigh.

  “This way, let’s go,” Jules whispered.

  Cara followed Jules, and Rafi followed behind. It was just after sunset, not quite dark. The forest ahead thick with shadows made Cara’s heart pound faster.

  Quit being scared, Cara. You have to do this. Think of Uncle Mortimer and his family. Aldrich will have made someone pay for my escape. I have to end this.

  Cara had to run to keep up with Jules. Rafi was right behind her. She was breathing hard, not sure how far they’d gone or how far they still had to go. Cara just knew that she was getting tired.

  When Jules slowed to a stop in front of her, Cara was prepared to take another tongue lashing. “I’m pushing myself as fast as I can go,” Cara said.

  Jules held up her hand. She leaned forward tilting her head to the side.

  She is listening, Cara realized.

  Jules looked back at Rafi with a shrug. His shoulders were rising and his head lowering and his eyes had shifted into those of his grey and black wolf.

  Cara couldn’t hear anything beyond her heart pounding and her heavy breathing.

  “It’s just the elk. Don’t you smell them?” Jules asked him.

  “Get down, Cara,” Rafi growled, his voice vibrating with a snarl as he began to shift. Black and gray fur spread out over his skin as he fell forward on to his hands. His growl was deafening as his bones shifted under the fur.

  Cara dropped onto her stomach. Scanning the forest for any sign of danger. The broken dried leaves fluttered up and around her face as her heavy breathing stirred them and dust into the air.

  Two men from Aldrich town raced out of the darkness. Their faces were twisted with fear and hatred. “No, wait,” Cara cried out. The silver spears they were carrying were aimed at Rafi.

  One of the hunters threw his spear and it stuck into the ground where Cara last saw Rafi.

 
; Where is he?

  A female cry sliced through the air. Cara pushed up onto her knees. She turned toward the scream in time to see Aldrich standing behind Jules. A silver spear protruding from her chest. Jules let out one last whimper as Aldrich bit into her neck.

  The dark eyes of Aldrich were on Cara. He was enjoying the horror on her face. Cara shuddered with disgust. Tears burned her eyes as Jules stared blankly. She was gone.

  He’ll never stop killing. I have to end this.

  Cara remained on her knees. She had to make him think she was weak. That she wouldn’t fight him.

  Aldrich dropped Jules to the ground. He stomped his booted foot into her back and pulled out the spear. “Come out and play, Rafi,” Aldrich called, his voice full of anticipation. “You’ve killed the hunters. Aren’t you coming for me?”

  Cara kept her eyes on Aldrich. If Rafi killed both the hunters, he’d delivered a swift and silent death to both men.

  He must be hiding in the shadows.

  Cara couldn’t see him, but she knew he wouldn’t leave. He would never pass up the chance to kill Aldrich.

  Aldrich pulled something from his pocket as he came toward her. “Did you really think you could escape me? Leave me? You belong to me, Cara. Your life is mine to take.”

  Cara pushed up to her feet. The silver spear was at her chest before she could make a move for the knife hidden below the skirt of her dress. He pressed it forward, the tip pierced her dress and skin.

  She cried out from the pain. It didn’t just hurt, it burned like fire. Her body was already becoming affected by the silver.

  A blur of movement behind Aldrich came to a sudden stop as Rafi dropped to the ground. His body stiff, as though he’d been flash frozen mid step.

  “Like it?” Aldrich asked Cara holding a small tube. “Paulina helped me to perfect it.” Faster than was humanly possible Aldrich snaked out a hand, grabbing a fistful of Cara’s short hair. He dragged her forward until his face was only a few inches from hers. “I made special bullets, filled them with my own special brew of poison.”

  His hand in her hair jerked to the side, forcing Cara to look at Rafi.

  “Is it he, who ravished your body? Did he tell you he loves you, Cara? I can smell it all over you. Wet dog.”