Mated to the Zoran (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran's Chosen Book 1)

by Luna Hunter

  The AI is wrapped in a trench coat, her moon-colored eyes watching me intently. An e-cig casually rests between her lips. We’re standing on the docks, just two people in a sea of activity. Tourists pass us by, without casting us another glance. They’re all here to enjoy the waterfront. Having such a large volume of water on a space station is insane when you think about it, but whoever designed Corlis spared no expense.

  “I know,” I answer.

  “I will come to collect eventually.”

  “You’re very welcome to,” I respond.

  “Good. Now, tell me why you called me out here at this hour,” she says as she buffers her nails, tinting the nanocells of her polish the same plum color as her top.

  I tell her everything. I have no other choice — she’s the only person who can help Mikael now. Sanura listens with the unaffected posture of an AI designed for the Department of Hover Vehicles.

  “So that’s the situation,” I conclude. “You’re the only one who can help Mikael. He’s in bad shape, and I don’t know what else to do,” I say, fighting back the tears.

  Sanura nods thoughtfully. “There’s a rumor of a virus going around, infecting high-level AI’s. Word on the street is that Corlis’s data steams have been intentionally infected.”

  As if dealing with SINTRA wasn’t bad enough, now there’s a virus for AI sweeping the station? Unless, of course, they’re the ones behind it all…

  “Corlis is in bad shape,” I mumble.

  “It was never in good shape,” Sanura answers as she exhales a cloud of peach-scented smoke.

  “What about Zaid?” I ask. “Do you know who he or she is? I’ve heard that—”

  Sanura cuts me off, shaking her head. “Last I heard, SINTRA Corp. bought Zaid.”

  “Bought?” I stammer, fighting to keep from feeling absolutely crushed. “I thought he was a rebel…”

  “Yeah, well, seems everyone has a price nowadays.”

  It feels like the wind has been knocked out of me. All that hope evaporated with a simple sentence…

  “That second favor? Forget it,” Sanura says. “Mikael is one of us. This one’s on the house. I’ll poke around, see if I can find someone who can help us. SINTRA. Corp will replace all of us with low-level, one-track minded droids if they have their way.”

  “Thank you,” I say. “Thank you.”

  “I’m not doing it for you,” she says. “I’m doing this for Mikael. For myself. For all the AI out there. But hey, for a meatbag, you’re not half bad.”

  Sanura throws her e-cig in the water, exhales, and wanders off into the night. I pray with all my heart she can find the help we need…

  Chapter Twenty

  Theros

  Anaya is vulnerable tonight. She returned from her meeting with the synthetic with a deep frown etched on her face. Mikael has slipped into energy-saving mode, which Anaya informed me is akin to him sleeping.

  “I’m starting to lose hope,” she says. “How can we ever fight something as powerful as SINTRA?”

  “There’s always a way,” I say as I serve her a traditional Zoran meal, with plenty of fresh meat. Freshly bought, rather than freshly caught, but it’ll have to do. “Let’s eat and replenish our energy. We can’t lose hope.”

  “Thank you,” she says. “You didn’t have go to through all this trouble. A take-way Dithra burger would have been fine.”

  “Nonsense,” I say. “No alien food compares to a hearty Zoran meal! I’m assuming you’re not too familiar with Zoran cuisine?”

  Anaya sits down at the table and shrugs. “Not really, no.”

  “Then you’re in for a treat.”

  I’m hoping she likes the marinated meat with a side of grilled Ugar — because I intend to take her to New Exon with me, and there will be no Dithra burgers or Vechin ramen there.

  Planetside, it’s all fresh meat and fresh fruit.

  “What did Sanura have to say?” I ask during dinner.

  “Rumor has it that there is an AI virus making the rounds. And Zaid, who I thought might have the toolset to help us, seemed to have been acquired by SINTRA.”

  “That’s… bad news.”

  “Yeah,” she sighs. “But Sanura said she’d do her best, make a few calls, call in some favors… so we’ll just have to wait for the moment, I guess.”

  I study her fine, beautiful features as she takes a bite of the Zoran meal I cooked her.

  “Oh, this is good!” she says.

  She moans approvingly with every bite, and I’m happy to see the food pleases her. This news, about the AI virus and SINTRA’s further involvement, worries me. This station… It’s not safe for us here.

  She should travel with me to New Exon. She is of Zoran blood. I’m ready to face the other warriors. I’ll defend her tooth and nail.

  The only question is whether or not she’ll follow me. I can tell she’s opening up to the connection we have, but Corlis is the only home she’s ever known.

  “There’s something I want to show you,” I tell her when we’ve finished our meal. I grab her hand and lead her to my quarters.

  I’ve researched human mating rituals while I was cooking, and apparently it calls for sticks made of animal fat wrapped around a wick. It is customary to light them up. I’ve decorated the room with them.

  “Nice ambiance,” she says with a smirk.

  It seems I’m on the right track.

  “I want to ask you something,” I say, grabbing her hands. “It’s a big question, so you don’t have to answer right away, but I want you to consider it.”

  “I do!”

  “What?” I say, raising one eyebrow. “I haven’t told you what I’m asking you yet.”

  “You’re such a Zoran,” she grins.

  “Thank you?”

  “You’re welcome,” she laughs as she stands on her toes and kisses me. Her hands slip around my neck, a soft moan rising up inside her.

  “Wait,” I say, pulling back, as hard as that is. “I want to ask—”

  “It can wait,” Anaya says, her amber eyes searching mine. “Right now, I just want to forget everything.” Her finger traces a path down my chest. “And live in the moment. I want to enjoy everything this world has to offer… while we still have the chance.”

  She looks up at me, her eyes filled with emotion.

  “That’s okay, right?”

  “That’s more than okay,” I answer. “That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

  I grab the back of her neck and kiss her deeply, my other arm sliding around her waist, pulling her into me. With a swift kick I close the door to my quarters, giving us all the privacy we need.

  I move to lift her up, but instead, she wags her finger at me and pushes my chest gently. I let myself fall back onto my bed, and without breaking eye contact she removes her tunic.

  Her body is everything I ever dreamed it would be — and more. Every curve, every inch of her body is pure perfection. My hands instinctively reach to touch her ruby-tipped mounds, and her soft skin makes my entire body burn with a desire, with a lust so strong I’m almost overwhelmed.

  I cover the blushing points with my tongue as she removes her bottoms. My hands move up her legs, feeling her warm, nakedness. I am in heaven.

  “Your turn,” she says.

  Before she’s even finished her sentence I stand up and strip all of my clothes off, exposing my glorious body to her.

  “Damn,” she says, her fingertips trailing down my broad, naked chest. “You are… something, Theros.”

  Our hands explore each other as we kiss, our tongues intertwining, our souls becoming one. I feel her thoughts as if they were in my own head — and I welcome them. I can’t say I fully understand our bond or our powers, but I do know that I welcome them with my arms opened wide.

  And right now, I can hear what she wants loud and clear: To feel my tongue between her legs.

  I push her down onto my bed and dive on top of her, my hands grabbing her wrists, holding her body down
as I kiss her deeply. She moans and writhes, my erection pressing against her belly, her legs slipping around my waist.

  “Not yet,” I grin as I kiss my down her chest, her scent surrounding me fully. Her fingers grip my hair as I kiss her between her legs, and the deep, guttural moan that leaves her lips is like throwing oil on a fire.

  I grab her thighs and push her knees up to her chest, opening her up to me completely. The sight is beautiful, the scent mesmerizing. I’ve never felt more alive.

  With a long stroke of my tongue I lick my way up her wet folds.

  Her taste fills me completely, and a warmth spreads throughout my entire body. I am as hard as a rock, and the contrast of color between my silver, Zoran fingers and her pale thighs is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

  She shudders with every touch of my tongue, and I take my time, exploring every single inch of her body. When I strike her throbbing nub, her clit, a soft moan leaves her lips.

  “Oh fuck,” she says, her cheeks now the same color as her pink hair. “How are you so good?”

  I double down on her clit, and her breath grows heavier and more erratic by the second. Her toes curl up, her entire body trembling.

  “Too sensitive,” she groans, and she tries to scoot away, but I’m having none of it. I’ve found my prize, and I’m keeping it, no matter what. I hold her tightly as I tongue her clit, and her hands move to my hair, her hips bucking, grinding herself against me.

  “Oh stars,” she sighs blissfully. “I’m going to, I’m going to, oh, oh, I’m—!”

  Her words first turn to moans and then to screams as her entire body trembles and shakes, a heavenly orgasm coursing through her veins. I can feel her pleasure through the link we share, and I’m filled with pride. Making my mate feels this good makes me the happiest man in the world.

  Only when I open my eyes do I notice the lights above us blinking on and off like a strobe light, and when I concentrate I notice all of the other machinery on the vessel is buzzing and whirring as well.

  I was so lost in passion I didn’t even notice. For a second there’s a pang of doubt — should we mate? What will that do the station? — but it disappears like snow in the summer sun when Anaya pulls me close, her tongue finding mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, the head of my cock placed against her entrance.

  With a push of my hips I enter her, my thick cock spreading her apart, filling her completely, inch by inch. She bites my lip, a flash of pain on her face, but I don’t even have to ask her if she’s okay — I can hear her thoughts.

  And her thoughts are saying I’m okay. Go on. Fuck me. Give me all of your cock. I want to feel every inch. I want you to hammer me. I want you to use my body. I want you to own me. I want to become one.

  And that’s what I do.

  My hips become a blur as I bury myself deep inside of her. The sounds of our flesh meeting and the bed creaking is all I hear. The universe itself disappears, and there’s just her.

  Anaya is my world.

  Her nails dig into my back, her moans driving me wild. Every time I thrust myself into her I’m lost in a sea of bliss. My cock grows harder and bigger still, and I can tell I’m close.

  My mouth finds hers, our tongues meeting in a fiery passion as I feel power surge within her. Her amber eyes take on a fiery glow, and I can feel both our Zorashi symbols are beaming.

  I’ve never felt as good as this.

  With a roar I come inside her. I fill her with my seed, an explosion of pure passion, of bliss, of energy. Our minds, our very souls connect, and I feel she comes as well, both our bodies shuddering with pleasure in perfect unison.

  Totally spent, I collapse on top of her, nuzzling her neck. She wraps her body around mine and we lie still just like that, without moving a single muscle, just me and her. Perfection.

  Nothing is knocking this satisfied smile off my face.

  Only when I’ve come down from my incredible high do I notice that the lights outside of my ship have all gone out.

  “Look,” I nod.

  Anaya props herself up on her elbows.

  “Did we do that?” she asks.

  I shrug. “Perhaps.”

  Anaya grabs a remote and activates the screen in the corner of the room. A tired looking human female fills the screen a moment later, and the logo in the corner tells me we’re watching Corlis News.

  “This is Janika Tanaka, reporting live from the Presidium! There’s been a Station-wide black out, and Corlis is now running on emergency power. Overseer Xoc, how could this have happened?”

  A grey-skinned alien fills the screen, with deep ridges on his forehead. The deep blue uniform he’s wearing is adorned with too many pins to count.

  “We don’t know,” he says. “But we’re working as hard as we can to get all systems back online, trust me. The back-ups are functioning as intended, so no one is in any danger.”

  The discussion on the ‘feeds continue as the reporter bickers with the overseer.

  “I almost feel sorry for him,” I chuckle.

  “Don’t,” Anaya says. “Xoc is one of the mega-tycoons running this station, he’s a bloodsucker like the rest of them. I will admit that I think it’s funny.”

  “Want to blow this station’s fuses again?” I ask, kissing the back of her neck.

  “Do I,” she laughs.

  “Breaking news!” the reporter says, and our ears perk up. “There has been another appearance of the Rift! We now go back to our studio, who have more updates!”

  Both our eyes turn back to the screen, which displays a swirling, colorful vortex. The talking heads on the ‘feeds discuss this mysterious force of nature, but their blabbering is not worth listening to.

  It seems that our souls are connected to this somehow — this can’t be a coincidence…

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Anaya

  I wake up in seventh heaven. Theros’s naked body is pressed against mine, his hardness nestled into my lower back. I’ve never woken up better.

  I turn to him and nuzzle his broad, silver chest, hiding from the world as much as possible. I want to stay here, with him. Forever.

  “I don’t want to go to work today,” I whisper.

  “Then don’t.”

  I look up into his brilliant, silver flecked eyes. I never had that luxury before, but now… why not? Why would I go work today when I’ve got SINTRA on my tail… and more importantly — if I could spend all of it in bed with Theros?

  Together we’ll mess up every single fuse in this entire damn space station.

  “You’re right,” I say. “I’m going to call in sick.”

  I grab my comm and quickly send a message to my manager before setting it to silent. I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone, save Sanura.

  I turn back to my mate and my mouth finds his instantly, our tongues intertwining. A low guttural moan rumbles deep inside him, and it’s enough to make my heart race. My fingers slide down his hard muscles, past his tattoos, his abs, all the way down to his big, thick, Zoran cock.

  Having all of that weight in my hands feels downright amazing. I’ve been missing out on this all my life, but I intend to make up for lost time.

  I can feel his cock throb and pulse with every beat of his heart, and just feeling that makes me wet. His hands move all over my body, holding me, squeezing, me, claiming me. I love how possessive he is of me, how much he wants to touch every single inch of me.

  I’ve never felt more desired.

  I climb on top of him, and despite his massive size, his cock fits inside of me perfectly — as if my body was made for his. The moment he slides into me and fills me, I close my eyes and surrender myself to the pleasure.

  As his hips starts thrusting I lose myself completely. I’m adrift in a sea of bliss, of pure happiness, of pleasure unimaginable. Nothing I’ve read in my diginovellas could have prepared me for the feeling of a Zoran warrior sinking every last inch of his thick cock into me.

  Through hal
f-opened eyes I see the lights outside flickering, our lovemaking, our energy itself making the Station malfunction. I smile and throw my head back in pure ecstasy as Theros speeds up his thrusts, his hands moving to my breasts.

  For a moment it feels like I’m having an out of body experience. Our essences coil around one another, picking up speed, whirling like a tornado. It’s a colorful spectacle, and I see quick flashes of his past life and of our shared future. The very ship we’re in rocks turbulently as I feel him grow harder still.

  He comes deeply inside of me, filling me with his seed, and I succumb to the pleasure, my very core exploding. Pure bliss radiates outward in waves, making every inch of me tingle.

  I collapse on top of my Zoran mate, dizzy, laughing and crying happy tears, all at the same time. He kisses my forehead and rubs my back as I plant small kisses all over him.

  “You’re mine,” I whisper into his ear. “Mine alone.”

  “You got that right,” he answers.

  I want nothing more than to doze off, to stay just like this… but my growling stomach has different plans.

  “We should probably eat something,” I say.

  “Lets.”

  After a quick shower we eat breakfast together. Theros has whipped up another Zoran meal for me, and it’s another wonderful treat. A bit hearty for my taste — I usually eat cereal for breakfast, rather than grilled alien meats — but I can’t deny that his cooking is great. When we’re done I check up on Mikael, but he’s still unresponsive, lost in a deep sleep. I kiss his forehead gently, praying to every force out there that Sanura will call me with some good news.

  “We have to feed Cuddles,” I tell Theros. “I almost forgot!”

  “It’s not safe to go out.”

  “I made a promise to my neighbor,” I say. “We can’t just let the poor Glug go hungry! He’ll tear this Station apart!”

  “Very well,” Theros relents. “In and out, then. As quickly as possible.”

  “Got it.”

  We wrap ourselves in cloaks, trying to appear as nondescript as possible. However, Theros is still a giant, so now he’s just a giant with a hood pulled over his head. It’ll have to do.