by April Osirus
His heart thumped passionately as it recognized the one it desired, the one it needed.
Loku had finally found his mate.
And she was intended for another.
***
Dinner was just as painful as Amara had expected it to be. And to make the matter worse, she was deprived of her one support. Loku had been provided his dinner in the servant’s quarters. The large gleaming dinner table only held the Lincolns and Amara.
“We hear that Lord Phillips has recently acquired more mines on the east colony,” Lord Lincoln said as he took another bite of his succulent dinner.
Amara nodded, feeling hollow and cold. She had no idea how to get off of Soong and the marriage meeting with the Lincolns. But she knew that the hollow ache within her was echoing for something more. She was aching for Loku. She needed her Vistran.
“My, my,” Lady Lincoln said, in a pinched smile. “It seems there is no end to the Phillips fortune. It may soon come to par with the Lincolns.” She gave a horribly nasally laugh as if she had made a clever joke.
Throughout the entire meal, Milo sat silently, pushing food around on his plate. The only thing that seemed to interest him was Amara. He kept staring at her unnervingly throughout dinner. Lord and Lady Lincoln seemed oblivious to their son’s peculiar mannerisms.
Once the meal was over, Amara had hoped to be dismissed but Lord and Lady Lincoln had other ideas.
“Milo, why don’t you take Amara out across the balcony? It has such a lovely view at this time of the evening,” Lord Lincoln said, practically winking at his son. Amara couldn’t believe these people were considered noble.
Milo pushed away from the table and offered his arm to Amara. Seeing no other choice, she took it and followed him out of the dining room.
As soon as they were outside, Amara took a deep breath of the cool night air. She tried not to shiver at being so close to Milo and his thin but wiry body.
They quietly strolled a few steps along the wide balcony, the stars twinkling above them.
“I don’t approve the simpleness of your gown tonight,” Milo said suddenly. “I expect you to wear something more appropriate to my title once we are married. You saw my mother. You saw her respectable attire.”
Amara thought back to Lady Lincoln’s bright satin gown that was covered in lace and bows and looked like an overly decorated confection. She felt suffocated just imagining herself in such a gown.
Amara stopped walking, pulling Milo to a stop next to her.
“Lord Lincoln,” she started, feeling her heart pound beneath her breast, “Milo. You can’t possibly find me suitable for you.” Honesty seemed her only route for escape now. Perhaps Milo would find courage in her honesty. After all, he couldn’t possibly think they suited each other. “Wouldn’t you want to be free to pick a wife who is more to your standards?”
Milo stood silently, his thin face bland of expression. His brow only showed a slight crease as he took in her words. He finally turned to her, looking down his large, slightly beaked, nose.
“Are you saying that you are above my standards?” Milo asked quietly, his voice eerily calm.
Amara’s eyes widened in shock. “No!” she cried out. “Definitely not, milord! I mean to say that I am so below your station. I don’t feel that I am the right—”
“So then you are saying you simply do not like me?” Milo asked, his voice becoming a sharp hiss. His eyes shrank as he glared at her with a venom that made Amara’s blood run cold.
“N-No!” Amara said, unable to stop her voice from quivering a little. Though thinner than Amara, he seemed to possess an unnerving strength and cruelty that frightened her. “I simply meant to—”
Milo’s slap echoed across the balcony.
Amara felt stars explode across her eyes as her head snapped back. Her entire left side of her face began to immediately throb with an ache that brought tears to her eyes.
“I am Lord Milo Kensington Lincoln,” Milo said, a voice seething with anger. “I can have whoever I want, whenever I want.” He slapped her again, making her head spin with pain and dizziness. “And if I choose to have you, I will have you!”
He grabbed the front of her gown, yanking her towards him. Just inches away from his face, Milo glared down at her, “And you will submit. Damn you, you will submit, you bitch!”
He crushed his mouth against her. His tongue slid awkwardly against her mouth, making Amara feel more violated than if he had just kissed her lips. Before breaking their kiss, Milo bit her bottom lip hard, drawing the iron tang of blood.
Releasing her suddenly, he commanded, “Now tell me who is your lord and master.”
Amara felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Is this where her fate would lead her? Is this what her life would now become?
Milo lifted his hand threateningly, making Amara cringe. “Tell me!”
Amara just couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Her heart still cried out for freedom, for independence, for love. She just couldn’t give herself over. But before she could say anything, she watched Milo’s arm swing back. She tensed and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the eventual slap.
But instead all she felt was a hard arm around her waist, swinging her around, and a whimpering cry from Milo as his hand struck something other than her face.
Amara opened her eyes and found herself staring at the large, towering back of Loku.
She stared at the broad muscular back in stunned silence before she gathered her wits. She took a step back and stared around the towering Vistran and gasped at what she saw.
With his large hand, Loku easily held Milo by his throat. Lifting the thin man up to his eye level, Loku snarled, “Enjoy striking those smaller than you, do you?”
Milo could only make a gargling strangled noise as he pawed at the Vistran’s thick forearm.
“Loku!” Amara cried out. She could only imagine the danger Loku would be in if anyone were to see how he was treating one of the most powerful sons of Soong.
But Loku didn’t seem to hear her.
Holding Milo firmly by his neck, he said in a low voice, “Why not try someone who is able to properly defend himself for size? Strike me now, Milo Lincoln. Strike me as you did the lady.”
Milo’s face was turning an alarming puce.
“Loku, you must let him go!” Amara cried out. “We’ll be in terrible danger if someone were to see this!” Amara looked up and down the large balcony. So far, they were alone but who knew when a servant might come by. And she could only imagine how quickly guards would be called to arrest Loku. And large though he may be, he couldn’t take on the entire police force of Soong.
Without taking his eyes off the gargling Milo, Loku said, “Did you enter into marriage with this man? Are you engaged?”
It took Amara a moment to realize Loku was speaking to her. “No!” she said frantically. “No, we didn’t. Not yet—”
“So I do not have to fight this man for you?” he asked, shaking Milo a little, like a rag doll.
“No!” Amara cried out in surprise. “Definitely not!”
Loku nodded. “Good,” he said. Giving Milo the full benefit of his steely glare, he added, “Consider yourself lucky, you little weasly bastard.” And with that, he threw Milo to the floor.
Milo gasped and coughed, drawing in ragged breaths. “You—You—” he choked. But whatever he had been about to say was lost as Milo’s eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Amara could only stare at Milo’s unconscious form in stunned silence. She jumped when she felt Loku’s large hand against her own.
“Come,” the Vistran said, his voice calm and steady. “We need to leave this planet before the alarms are raised for this man.” The disdain put on the last word was not lost on Amara.
Feeling her heart pound in adrenaline, she breathlessly asked, “Where are we going?”
“Far away from here,” he said, echoing the words of her dreams.
As soon as Amara nodded, Loku
took her in hand and quickly led her away. Amara followed the Vistran, feeling her heart pound in excitement and something more…something warm. Something good.
***
“Why did you ask if we were engaged?” Amara asked.
They were in a small inn just a mile away from the port. Loku had looked for the very next ship leaving but the next possible ship wouldn’t be leaving for another two hours.
Considering how far away they had managed to get away from the mansion, Loku felt confident they had the two hours to spare. But wanting to be away from the public in case any alarms were raised, Loku had found them a simple room in a small nearby inn.
Loku turned away from the window and looked down at the small human. He couldn’t believe how quickly his heart had identified its match but with every passing minute, he knew there would be no other possible match than this beautiful, brave, and feisty woman.
“Because it’s only right to fight a betrothed man for the right of your hand,” Loku said simply.
Amara stared at him. Loku knew he would have to explain carefully the next few things.
“Do you know how Vistrans mate?” he asked baldly.
Amara’s cheeks immediately blushed a beautiful pink. Loku felt his body burn for her.
“Um…I’m sure that is something private a-and—”
“We mate forever,” Loku interrupted. “At least the males do. When we mate, we mate for eternity. Once we recognize our match, our equal, our partner, we love and mate with them forever.”
His voice had grown huskier as he spoke. Saying the words aloud only inflamed the desire he felt inside.
Amara’s beautiful green eyes stared up at him searchingly.
“Since you hadn’t become engaged yet,” Loku continued, “it allows me to ask for your hand and body without complications.”
Amara’s eyes widened. “B-body?”
Loku nodded. “Vistrans give everything when they mate. You shall have me—body, mind, and soul,” he said, his voice deep and aching. “And I you.”
Amara felt her heart raging against her ears. Every word Loku spoke surprised and stunned her and yet they seemed so incredibly right. In this powerful alien, she could feel home. She could feel love.
This was the man who would always be in her corner. He would always be by her side, loving her, protecting her.
Loku looked down at her with the warmest look of passion and love she had ever seen. “Will you be my mate?”
It felt rushed. It felt overwhelming. It felt crazy.
But it felt so right.
Amara could feel herself slowly nodding. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
Loku’s face darkened in desire at her breathless consent. He pulled her against his large body. “You’ll be mine?” he asked, his breath brushing against her temple.
Amara nodded, feeling more sure with each passing second. “Yes,” she nodded. “I’ll be yours.”
And with those words, Loku leaned down to crush her lips to his. Unlike Milo’s awkward and forced kiss, Loku’s kiss was all fire and beautiful passion. His mouth captured and owned hers. His tongue slid across her own, tasting her essence and letting her taste his.
Loku ran his large hands down his mate’s curvy body, luxuriating in her softness and sweetness. He pulled off her simple gown, leaving her completely naked to his touch.
Removing his own clothing, he lifted her into his arms with an easy strength and carried her to the simple bed, the only furniture in the room. Lowering her onto the bed, he leaned down, pulling a pink nipple into his mouth.
Amara threw her head back and cried out in pleasure as he sucked hard against the sensitive little bud.
As Loku turned his attentions to the other waiting pink nipple, he let his hand slide down her stomach towards the wetness between her legs. He easily cupper her moistness.
With a thick finger, he gave her cleft a sure strong stroke. Amara’s body shuddered as pleasure rippled down her body. “Oh god!” she cried out.
Loku gave her another hard stroke as he sucked hard on her nipple. The twin sensations sent an intense explosion of ecstasy throughout Amara, leaving her gasping.
She raked her hands through the Vistran’s hair. “I want to be with you,” she whispered achingly. “I want to be one.”
She didn’t think it was possible for Loku’s eyes to burn darker but the alien’s face tightened in desire at her words. Leaning his body over hers, he carefully positioned himself between her legs. Cradling her head between his large hands, he thrust his huge cock home into her waiting warmth.
Amara’s cries mingled with Loku’s deep groan. The Vistran was much larger than Amara had anticipated. She felt totally stretched and taken. She could feel every inch of him inside her. Pain and pleasure racked her body, making her pussy clench reflexively against the giant invader.
Loku groaned, feeling the clenching sensation milk his hardness. With a patient rhythm, he pulled out before plunging his thick cock deep inside her. They both groaned this time in pleasure.
With each hard stroke, Loku could feel a powerful heat growing within his chest. He looked down at his mate, knowing they were about to be joined as one. “I love you,” he whispered brokenly.
“I love you,” Amara whispered back, the heat of desire burning her.
She threw her head back and cried out as Loku rode her harder and faster, his cock brushing deep against her womb.
Reaching down between them, Loku found her engorged clit and squeezed hard just as he thrust himself completely into her. Amara’s cries echoed against the walls of the room. Her body shattered against the rushing orgasm as pleasure flooded every nerve ending.
Loku felt his mate dissolve in pleasure. Wanting to join her, he thrust harder, faster. He rode himself into her welcoming warmth and finally came with deep groan. The burning passion in his chest exploded as his body completely melded with Amara’s. Her body, her scent, her love was branded deep within his chest. He looked down at his eternity with a love so deep and profound it made Amara’s eyes well up.
Collapsing onto his side, he pulled Amara to him. They felt their breaths fall into sync. Their hearts beat together in the rhythm of eternal love.
***
Amara looked up at Loku with eyes that shone with the brightness of one in deep love. “Where are we going?” she asked as the crowd gathered around the gate.
Loku looked down at her, a smile of passionate content creasing his handsome face. “Anywhere you want, sweetheart,” he said. “You have me and the universe in the palm on your hands.”
Amara looked up at her mate, feeling her heart nearly burst with happiness. In Loku, she knew she had found freedom and love. Adventure was just around the next kiss and she couldn’t be happier.
Alien’s Runaway Mate
“When’s the ship from Europa coming?” Brax asked as he watched his men unloading the recent shipment from the Saturn settlement.
“Later today,” his foreman replied. He looked down at the tablet in front of him, swiping through the order file. “They’re also sending about a dozen earthlings to help unload and plant.” The foreman snorted.
Brax shook his head. Compared to a Vistran, earthlings were tiny. Puny, really. The average Vistran, women included, stood at about seven feet. Brax himself stood at an impressive seven and a half. And with their incredible height, Vistrans were muscular in their physique. They were a warrior race that had been built upon battle. It was in their genes.
A shipment that would take a dozen earthlings to unload would probably only need three or four Vistran men. But Brax knew that by sending a dozen men, he would be charged for their labor as well, increasing the price of the shipment. He took note to rethink a partnership with this company. He did not appreciate such sneaky underhanded business dealings.
Brax looked out onto the unloading dock. Normally, there would be women and men working on the dock together. But ever since Vistra had opened its doors to the wider galactic commun
ity, there had been a running shortage of females on the planet.
Vistran females, unlike the males, did not have the gene for eternal bonding when mated. This was at first thought advantageous for all because many Vistran males often died in battle. Not being eternally bonded allowed for the females to re-mate and procreate.
But once Vistra had opened itself to the outside universe, Vistran females became curious about the idea of quick mating or multiple partners while mating. They traveled to distant worlds and began exploring the many options they now had in partners.