Alien Warlord's Passion (Warlord Brides Index Book 2)

by Nancey Cummings

  "So that's it then? You leave in the morning?" Her finger brushed his lower lip.

  Mene wrapped his arms around her and surged forward, pressing her back to the bed. She laughed in surprise but did not protest. "You look splendid in my undershirt, mate," he said, hand under the shirt and skimming across her soft skin. "It'd look better on the floor."

  She laughed again, warm and rich, and the sound filled him with pleasure. "You really do have a one-track mind."

  "This is the track." He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently. "How can I think of anything else when all I think about is the taste of you against my tongue?"

  She shivered, her entire body quaking at his words. He growled with satisfaction.

  His mate surprised him. She rolled to put him on his back, and she scrambled down the mattress. She knelt at his hips, facing his feet, giving him an unobstructed view of her backside. As she pulled her hair to one side, she exposed the bite mark on her shoulder, and leaned forward, ass in the air. Her panties were soaked and needed to come off her. He reached for her, hand resting on the curve of her ass. "What are you doing?" he asked.

  "Giving you something to remember on your trip." She opened the front of his briefs and took out his cock, already hard and head dripping with precum. She gripped him firmly at the base, and his hips bucked up at the touch.

  “What are you doing?” he repeated, struggling for control. He half didn't want her to answer or change her mind. He wanted her to continue to touch him.

  "Something I’ve been thinking about for awhile,” she said. “Stars, your dick is so pretty. I bet it tastes fantastic.”

  "You're hungry for my cock."

  She blushed such a pretty pink. It spread across her face, down her neck, and even onto her chest. He wanted to study it further, but he also wished to find out what she intended. She leaned down, and her lips brushed the head of his cock.

  His body jolted with electricity. No one had ever touched him like that before

  “I have never,” he started to say.

  She paused and examined him. Her fingers traced the path up and down his cock, tracing the veins and ridges. “I don't suppose blow jobs are something you get a lot of here, what with the fangs.” She gave an exaggerated grin to display her flat, blunt Terran teeth. “But I guess these grassy teeth are good for something. Let me introduce you to one of the many Terran human wonders.”

  He nodded, ready to agree to anything she suggested.

  She lowered herself back again to his cock, and this time instead of teasing him, she took him into her mouth. Warmth and wetness surrounded him. Her tongue circled the underside of the head before licking down the underside of his shaft. She took him deeper while her hands worked up and down his shaft. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging.

  He fisted the sheets, desperately trying to maintain some level of control. Her touch, her tongue, her everything lit up his senses. Back bowed to the point where he feared his spine might break, his hands clamped down on her ass, holding her in place as she worked his member.

  She hummed, the vibrations sending him over. He erupted into her mouth, and she sucked down every last drop. When he finally emptied, she released him and sat back on her heels. She gave him a satisfied smile and wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

  “You are a wonder,” he said.

  “I'm glad you liked it.” She stretched her arms above her head and gave a contented sigh. The pendant shone in the half-light of the room, “That’s to remind you to stay away from other chicks.”

  He pulled her down to him and laid her on his chest. “Are Terrans so unreliable that they must mark their mates?” How could she not understand him by now? Had he not shown her every day that she was for him? There was no other.

  “Do you require something to remind you of your mate?” he ventured cautiously.

  “I’m good.” She snuggled in closer. “When you get back, we’ll try a date night.”

  “What is date night? Are there blow jobs?”

  “Big fan, huh?” She snickered softly. “And I think you might get lucky at the end of our date.”

  “That is acceptable.” His arms tightened around his mate, content.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mene

  Every day away from his mate was a day without color. He never noticed before how flat and empty his life had been until a loud, opinionated, fearless Terran stormed in. After she had shown him so much joy, he could not go back.

  Mene set himself to the task of his mission with ruthless efficiency. The faster he could resolve the trouble and remove Antu, the faster he could be home with his mate.

  Home.

  Sangrin was the planet of his birth and the planet to whose protection he dedicated his life. He spent his childhood under the two moons. His parents resided there still. Yet it had never felt like home. It was a place, no better or worse than another place. Obligation and duty kept him planet side while his brothers traveled aboard a battlecruiser with their clan and warlord. Now, for the first time, he itched to return home.

  His mate was a wonder. What she had done with her mouth—

  His body still thrummed with desire. When he returned home, he would take his mate in every way. He'd feed her the cock she hungered for. He'd watched as her pretty pink lips wrap around it, struggle to take it all in as he pumped into her mouth. Then he'd feast on her cunt. He'd lick every part of her, map her reaction to his touch and find what she liked best until she begged for release, but he wouldn't give it to her. Not immediately. He'd let her squirm on the edge of climax, and when she threatened to fall over, he'd bring her back. He'd keep pushing her to the edge until he was satisfied. Then, only then, he'd bring her to release and lap up every drop of her sweet cream.

  Then he'd roll her onto her stomach and stick that gloriously ripe ass in the air. He'd push into her, fill her, and stretch her. He'd stroke into her until he drove out all thoughts of other males. He'd fuck her until she understood that she was his mate. No other. His true mate.

  Mene would have never guessed that a female selected by his mother could have such an effect on him. For years, he had bitterly resisted her matchmaking. He wanted his choice in a mate. So much in his life had been dictated by the circumstances of his birth. He was Mahdfel. There was no running away to join traveling musicians or to hunt treasure, as the children in Michael's storybooks so often did. He was Mahdfel, and that was the extent of it. He would forever be tied to protect a world that he would never truly belong to. He would always be alone in a crowd. Even within his family, he was different from his brothers. They sought their fates in another clan and fought Suhlik, one of the great Mahdfel purposes. Mene remained to serve the will of the Council. Within his clan, he was apart. As a tool of the Council, he was often used to act against his own kind.

  He had never, truly, felt comfortable in his own skin or with another.

  Until Rosemary.

  She put him at such ease. When she smiled, it had the same effect as the sun parting storm clouds. When she laughed, even at his own expense, it filled him with joy. At night, when she slept, the gentle rhythm of her breathing lulled into the deepest, most peaceful sleep he'd ever had. When their limbs brushed in the night, when she curled up to him for his warmth and tossed a shapely leg over his, she inspired a passion like no other.

  And what she did with her mouth. Stars above.

  No other female had ever moved him. She was his first kiss and his first passionate embrace. Hers was the only body he had explored and charted with kisses. Hers were the only breasts he had licked and sucked. Hers was the only cunt he had ever tasted, even if it was only on his fingers. Soon hers would be the only pussy to welcome him with a warm, tight embrace.

  There would never be another.

  Rosemary spoke so casually of returning to her Earth. The next time she mentioned such a ludicrous idea, he vowed, he would throw her to the ground and take her there. He'd remind her of all the reasons she had to st
ay.

  She would stay. There was no alternative.

  Until then, Mene busied himself. Events were set in motion, and the two warlords would meet. One would survive. His task was to ensure that the correct warlord triumphed without either clan suspecting outside interference. Until this point, he manipulated messages and altered the contents. Antu would not suspect deception. He was too arrogant and too young to question himself. Paax would suspect. That man was too clever for his own good. It got him into trouble, almost more trouble than he was worth.

  At least he did not collude with the Suhlik. The notion turned his stomach. He wouldn't have the pleasure of slitting the traitor's throat, but he'd be there to witness the event.

  Mene immersed himself in his work, knowing that the sooner he completed his task and eliminated the rogue warlord, the sooner he could return home and properly claim his mate.

  Rosemary

  She shouldn’t have missed him when he left. She slept alone for years and never once missed having to share the bed with a total blanket hog or deal with his snoring. Now, after only two weeks, his presence had worked itself into her world. The bed held his masculine scent, and she hugged his pillow. The truth was hard to admit.

  She missed her alien husband.

  Rosemary stepped into the shower. Only days ago, she caught him jacking off. He called her name as he came. The memory left her with a tight, tingling sensation, somewhere between lust and regret. They needed to be smart and go slow. He agreed.

  He then proceeded to push those boundaries. No penis-in-vagina sex, but plenty of kissing and petting and sucking.

  He had such a perfect dick. Thick and long, it was almost too much to fit in her mouth. He even tasted nice, too.

  She picked up her vibrator and parted her pussy, remembering. The last few mornings, she'd waken hot and bothered from very vivid, intense sex dreams. Giving herself relief in the shower was the only way to make it through the day. On edge, it never took long. She just had to remember his hands on her, caressing her or how he shuddered with bliss as he came in her mouth.

  The way he held her on their last night together... It didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like the most right thing in the universe.

  Could she stay? Yes. Legal troubles, aside, life on Sangrin was good. She had a cozy house, she liked her job, Michael had friends, and she even liked her busybody mother-in-law, who just so happened to be her boss. Her smoking hot warrior husband was icing on the cake. She could see staying on the planet long-term.

  She liked Mene, more and more each day. She lusted after him, without a doubt. She had a pulse, after all, and he was a handsome man. Was like and lust enough to build a life together? Could she risk her heart on the chance that he wasn't pretending?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rosemary

  "Do you think you can keep my boy away from me?"

  Rosemary turned off the message. She didn't need to hear the rest of it. Vince's demands grew louder. The language had grown from vague threats to legal jargon.

  Sugar.

  She drummed her fingers on the kitchen table. Time to put on her big girl pants and deal with her problems like an adult.

  Rosemary searched for a lawyer, someone who specialized in family law. Interplanetary family law. With a few cold calls, she had an appointment set up in a week at a law office that didn't tell her to get an Earth-based lawyer.

  With Michael spending the night at a friend's house, she had the evening to herself and planned to indulge in some mommy-pampering time. She made some mac and cheese, had a steamy book to read, a clay mask for her face, a bubble bath ready to go, and new nail polish for her toes. Presto, the perfect evening.

  Her phone chirped. Sighing, she put down her book then perked up when she saw the caller's identity. "You're back!"

  "Almost," Mene said. "I am at the Council now."

  "When will you be home?" Soon. Please be soon. Mommy pampering was great, but it'd be so much better if she could share the bubble bath with him.

  "Not for some time. They insist on standing around and congratulating themselves on doing nothing."

  "I have mac and cheese, hot out of the oven."

  "You tempt me, female."

  "Come home. I miss you."

  The line fell silent. "Do you really? Miss me?"

  "We swore to be honest with each other, didn't we? So yes, I did."

  "Come here. I don't want to wait to see you."

  Rosemary shifted in her seat. "Can I? Isn't it like political and stuff?"

  "They're honoring an elder member this evening after the session. They'll be drinking and telling fables about their glorious deeds of the past. And I'll have to be here while my gorgeous mate is home all alone, missing me."

  "Sounds like torture."

  "Meet me here."

  "Are you asking me out on a date?"

  He growled. Even over the communicator, the sound went straight to her core, lighting her up with anticipation. "I was promised a taste of my mate."

  "You'll be working. You won't have time for that," she said, hoping that they would find time for exactly that.

  "I've thought of nothing but you, Rosemary Rovelli. Come for me."

  She nearly dropped the phone. "Excuse me?"

  "I'll send a vehicle for you." He disconnected the call before she could protest.

  Rosemary looked down at her nearly painted toes and her bunny print pajama bottoms. She needed to hurry if she was going to make her date.

  Mene

  "Is it true you took that Terran as your mate?"

  Mene gave a weary sigh and turned to face Nals. He had never been good friends with the male, but as often as their paths crossed, they were more than acquaintances. Reluctant friends, perhaps.

  "It is true."

  "I find it hard to believe that such an attractive female would agree to mate your ugly ass." A good-natured smile spread across Nals’ face. He jested. Still, Mene wanted to punch him right in his smug, handsome face.

  Unaware of the danger he faced, Nals plucked a bite-sized morsel of food off Mene's plate. Mene, himself, had no interest in the food but holding a plate kept the more polite people away from him. They assumed he was too busy consuming food to talk. Nals, of course, had little regard for politeness. "My mate will be joining me this evening."

  Inviting Rosemary to the gathering was risky, but he itched to be near his mate. He longed to take her in his arms and claim her fully, but just being near her would have to suffice. With so many Mahdfel present, those attuned to their senses could detect that Mene had not claimed his mate. However, with the visible claim mark on her shoulder, the lack of his scent on his mate could be explained as he had been away from his mate for some time.

  He could not wait to get her alone.

  Mene knew the moment she entered the room. The air changed.

  She stood at the entrance to the Council chambers. She wore a simple black dress. The wide neck displayed his claiming mark brilliantly, and the star pendant he gave her shone a brilliant blue. The cut of the dress highlighted all her soft curves, and the hem stopped just above her knees. As she moved, he caught flashes of her thigh. A dissatisfied rumble started in his chest. He wanted to see more of those luscious thighs but despaired that anyone else would see the same. She was his and his alone. He was a greedy, selfish male and refused to share even the sight of her with another.

  "She is lovely," Nals said. A warning growl rumbled in Mene’s chest. He did not like Nals looking at his mate or praising her.

  Oran joined her, a hand on her shoulder protectively. He inclined his head to her and spoke, pointing out people in the crowd. Mene stood still, holding his breath, waiting. Finally, she saw him, and her joy blossomed on her face like clouds parting to reveal the sun.

  "What do you know? I think she likes you." Nals slapped him on the back. "How did you convince her?"

  "She did not need to be convinced." She didn't have a lot of options, true, but he did not gro
vel or beg. He made his case, pointed out the logic of their mating, and she agreed. Everyone benefited. He got a mate of his choosing. She got a husband she knew and remained in the life she made on Sangrin. Win-win, as Terrans said.

  "Did you promise her credits? A position? I can think of a few positions I'd put her in." Nals growled in a manner that suggested Mene needed to beat him.

  Because this was a social function and the entirety of the Council, both Sangrin and Mahdfel, were present, Mene refrained. He would rectify the situation later, and Nals would regret his lewdness. "Perhaps she likes my company,” Mene said.

  "No one likes your company," Nals replied.

  “Perhaps she likes my personality."

  Nals laughed, not even bothering to hide it. "I forgot how humorous you are, Enforcer."

  "Go now. I must collect my mate."

  The annoying male snatched a morsel off his plate, shoved it in his mouth with a grin and gave a quick bow. "As you say."

  Mene tossed the plate of half-eaten food on the nearest surface and marched toward Rosemary. Her smile widened. He felt all eyes in the room watching them. All evening he had ignored the whispers discussing him and his mysterious, sudden mating. No doubt he would find Nals at the heart of those rumors. The male frustrated him, but his gossip -mongering would work to Mene's benefit.

  He intended to leave no doubt in anyone's mind that his mating was valid and complete.

  "Mene, I'm so—"

  He swept his mate into an embrace, dipping her backward. He claimed her mouth, devouring it and her. She was his. There would be no doubt. She melted in his embrace, responding to his touch with enthusiasm. His awareness of their audience vanished, and his world narrowed to just them, to their hearts beating, their tongues tangling and their breaths merging.

  She was right there with him, matching his ardor and passion, not caring who saw. She was his true mate. He knew it with certainty. She might try to deny their connection, but her body knew its mate. She craved his touch, but her heart denied him. It kept secrets. Soon he would convince her stubborn heart and win her completely.