The three guardsmen were easy to find. The first did not sense me waiting in the shadows when my spear found him. The second pleaded like a bloodless traitor. The third put up a fight but his hollow eyes said he understood he could not win. Not against a monster.
These men only sold information. My search spiraled out to the men who planted bombs. Single minded, I had no difficulty finding them cowering in their dark dens and brought them to the Prince’s justice: me. I was a snarling beast for my Prince and I would protect what is his. And mine.
Locating the men who sabotaged the shuttled proved trickier. I found them without issue but being so near Vera was the challenge. Half of me, the sane half, needed to complete the mission. The monster in me wanted to run to our mate, to curl up at her feet, roll over and present our throat to do with as she pleased. If I was fortunate, she would let me shelter in her warmth and never leave.
Harder still was locating the bandits who waited at the ambush point, ready to capture Vera as hostage. I broke many kneecaps to find the name of the ship. But I did. I planned only to bring justice to the captain of the vessel but then I found the cargo in the hold. Slaves. People. The monster in me spared no one onboard the ship that day. Bringing the vessel to an Interstellar Union secure port added more days to my mission than I wanted but Vera would approve. I so desperately need her to see the good and not the blood.
When this is over, I pray that Vera can see past the emptiness in my eyes and find traces of the man that cherishes her. Everyday keeps me from her and every day I feel myself slipping away to the monster.
Chapter Twenty Six
Vera
Four Months Later
The sun was setting when I arrived home. My second hand skimmer, red painted faded from the Juno sun, rattled as the engine cooled. I admired the way the last rays of the sun painted the purple mountains in warm, lush red and orange tones. It was a fine view. So fine I installed a sliding glass wall at the back of the house and plopped my bed right there. The mountains were the first thing I saw in the morning and the last thing at night. When the air was warm, I left the doors open. A canopy at the back kept off the worst of direct sunlight. I already decided that this unit would be the master bedroom when I expanded. I wasn’t giving up this view for anything. When Glin gets here, we’re going to need the extra room anyway.
Whenever he gets here. Waiting is wearing my patience thin but I know I can wait for my mate as long as it takes. Some days are just easier than others. Right now I shared my lonely bedroom with the Rose Fennel seedlings. They would spend the winter in pots indoors before going outside.
I had a productive day. Productive in the paperwork sense. I even wore my only dress. I leased my land for grazing to a neighboring ranch. I wasn’t in the position to raise my own livestock and this put the land to use and earned some income. I also got a few sides of beef when the time came. Pregnant now, my sister would want those steaks.
My trips into the nearest town were rare. Well, it wasn’t much of a town. It had a general store, a bar and the transportation hub but that’s all a girl really needs.
Sitting in the skimmer, something felt wrong. I reached for the stunner on the seat next to me. I hadn’t experienced any trouble so far but better safe than sorry. There wasn’t a lot of single ladies this far out on the frontier so when I’m in town I get unwanted attention. I’m okay with flirting. Hell, who doesn't like a good flirt to brighten your day. But when the local men get handsy, I shut them down. Most reasonable men accept me at my word I’m not interested and I already have a mate. The persistent ones get informed that my mate was in the military and will be home soon. The very persistent are told he’s a Fremm warrior and has a hot temper. That normally does the trick.
Someone waited inside my house. Maybe a very persistent fella didn’t get the message that I’m unavailable. I don’t know what the hell he thinks he’s doing waiting in my house but he’s going to get a stunner to the gut if I have anything to say about it.
I sensed him before I saw him, a hulking figure sitting on my sofa in the evening darkness. Anxiety leaves me. My insides immediately start to warm and get all gooey. Finally. My mate is here. But I hold myself back. Four months is a long ass time. Typical arrogant man, thinks he can just walk in and I’ll fall all over myself, forgiving everything.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” I said.
“I understand that’s what you like about me,” he said, still seated.
“Oh, there’s lots of things I liked about you and plenty more I didn’t.” He remained seated as I approached, stopping next to him. His large hand skimmed up the back of my leg, pushing up the skirt of the dress, traveling higher and resting just under the curve of my bottom. I bit my lower lip to stop a sigh of pleasure. This is exactly what I wished for since leaving Fremm, to come home and find Glin waiting for me. Stars, I was ready to fall all over myself and forgive him because I couldn’t think of a good reason to be angry at that moment.
I leaned forward, holding either side of his face in my hands. I searched his eyes, finding many emotions there, longing, desire, patience, but not emptiness. Relieved, I pressed my forehead to his.
“I’m sorry, Vera,” he said.
“Shut up,” I said. I pulled away and moved to straddle his lap. Glin’s mouth found mine, claiming me. Rough, calloused hands, the hands of a warrior, pushed up my skirt, his blunt fingers caressing my smooth skin. His cock was hard already and I ground myself against the bulge. My hands part his shirt, exposing his torso laced with scars and his bond markings. My bond markings. His luminescence casts a soft glow in the dark of the room.
My fingers twisted into his long dark hair, tugging back and revealing his throat. He gulped, the knot in his throat bobbing. I leaned forward and licked the skin, tasting salt and the essence missing from my life. Blunt teeth nipped at the exposed throat, not breaking the skin but letting him know this was mine. All of this was mine. “Don’t you dare leave me again,” I said.
“Never.”
“Because you belong to me, Glin et Garen.”
“Yes. Always.” His large hands wrapped around me, holding me to him. “I’ve missed you, kompli.”
A word repeated in my mind as his lips devoured me: mine. All mine. A hand hooked under the elastic of my panties, gently stroking the damp curls and parting my slick flesh. Satisfied, he tore the thin fabric away. His finger dragged along the length of me, teasing my wet entrance and circling my sensitive bud. “Tell me you’ve missed me,” he said, voice low and rumbling.
Damn.
“Please, Glin,” I said. Four months of waiting and he’s just going to be pet me. This is torture.
“Tell me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I confessed.
“Yeah?” he asked, pleased with himself.
“I lay in that bed over there every night, alone, and I imagine you’re with me.” Another stroke, another tease. My hips roll, riding his hand, trying to get more.
“And what do you imagine?”
“You. All of you. Kissing me in the morning. Fucking me all night. Everything.” I’ve imaged every position, hard and fast, sweet and slow, angry, make-up sex, all of it while touching myself and bringing myself to climax. It wasn’t the same but made me feel closer to my mate.
“You say the prettiest things, kompli.” His fingers plunged into me. I gave a satisfied gasp. He pumped in and out of me, my channel clenching around him like a vice. I rode his hand hard. His free hand cupped my ass, squeezing. His mouth was on my neck, licking and scraping his fangs in turn. My release came fast. Trembling, I fell forward, slack against his rigid form.
“Your sweet cunt missed me,” he said. He licked his fingers clean, getting every drop of my cream.
A grin stole over my face. “You are just so damn pleased with yourself.”
“Have you seen my mate? All those soft curves just begging to be held? You’d be pleased with yourself, too.”
We un
dressed each other quickly. Glin growled at the buttons on the back of my dress. “Don’t you dare ruin this. It’s the only dress I have.” He did tear away my bra, black straps snapping. Fine. There’s more where that one came from.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing and carried me the bed. The last of the sunlight disappeared behind the mountains and starlight streamed in. Glin’s form hid perfectly in the darkness except for where he burned. He laid me gently on the sheets, the bed creaking as he climbed on top of me, pressing down on me. His hands pinned my wrists above my head. My hips rose, yearning. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against my hip. I ached to be filled. I had waited so long.
His lips took my nipple, sucking forcefully and releasing with a pop. A moan rattled in my throat. Damn him. His lips caressed the underside of my breasts, lapping at the soft flesh. His lips travelled down my stomach and finally he pressed his face into the apex of my thighs, breath hot against my slick flesh.
“Claim me,” I pleaded. “Make me yours.”
“Soon, my mate. I need to taste you. I need to find out if you’re as sweet as I remember.” His tongue lapped at me, slow and steady. Desire curled in my stomach and I was ready to come again. This was not fair. Warm and wet, his tongue circled my clit and then down to my core, spearing in. My hips bucked. God, that’s what I wanted. I needed more. With a chuckle, his fingers slipped inside of me and he focused on my sensitive bud. In no time I cried out.
“Please, Glin.” I needed him so desperately.
He lifted his head from my cunt, that smug grin back. “Does my kompli need her komplan?”
“Yes. I need you.” Couldn’t he see that? “If you don’t claim me now, I’m walking naked into town and fucking the first cock I find.”
Glin growled, marks of aggression spreading across his shoulders. So my warrior didn’t like that. “You’re mine,” he said, ending any argument.
“Yours,” I agreed.
He rolled onto his back and lifted me above him. I straddled him once again, spreading my legs wide to settle my hips just above his cock. Ram rod straight and impossibly hard, it fit into the cleft of my bottom. I wiggled against it, laughing at my mate’s frustrated growl. Then I noticed his hands clutching the bed sheets. Maybe teasing my warrior wasn’t the best idea.
“Is this how you need me, mate?” I asked.
He nodded. “Less chance I could--”
I leaned forward, capturing his mouth before he could finish that sentence. He would never hurt me; I knew that to be true. I positioned the swollen head of his cock at my entrance and slowly sank down the length of him, inch by delicious inch. He stretched me in the best possible ways. Balled up now, his hands threatened to shred my bed sheets.
“You can touch me, komplan,” I said, leaning forward and placing my hands on his shoulders.
“I might hurt you.”
“Not you. No. Put your hands on my hips. Guide me.”
Slowly he raised his hands and placed them tenderly on my hips like he might break me. Such a change from the man who gave me the best dirty talk and orgasms a few minutes earlier.
“Like this?” I moved up his shaft slowly, dragging the sensation out. He bit his lower lip and nodded.
“Tell me, komplan. Tell me how you’ve wanted my pussy.”
“From the moment I saw you. Before then.” I rocked forward. His voice halted. “Your scent. From the moment I caught your scent, you were mine.”
I moved again. Damn, this was torture for me as well. “And what exactly is my scent?”
“Wildflowers. Sunshine. Mine.”
Well, fuck, if I wasn’t sopping wet already that would do it. He took the lead now, lifting me and tugging on my hips, setting the rhythm. We could do this forever. Just him in me up to the hilt and gently withdrawing. My release began deep inside, at the bottom of my spine and it wasn’t going to let go easily.
I leaned back to relieve the direct pressure on my clit. My hands on his shoulders, I wanted to go faster, go harder. Glin pulled me forward, one hand on my waist and the other snaked under my arm, holding me to him. He continued his slow pace, slowly sinking into me inch by inch and then dragging himself back out. I bit my lower lip, whimpering. This was too good.
Gently he moved into me, back and forth and back again until I trembled with my climax. My channel gripped his member, not letting go. I begged for him to fuck me harder, to go faster, but he would not, continuing his tender pace as I came and came and came.
His fingers dug into my hips. He came with a growl. “Mine.”
I wasn’t going to argue. I curled up next to my mate, content.
We didn’t get much sleep. Glin’s cock poking me in the back woke me. Without saying a word, he lifted my ass into the air and sank into me. It was deliciously rough. Then I woke from a very vivid sex dream featuring Glin. In the dark, my heart lurched with sorrow before remembering that Glin was here with me. I reached for him, amazed to find him hard again. So I tasted him. Yeah, not much sleep.
Dawn arrived. The sun rose above the mountains, casting the room in a soft golden light. Boneless, I stretched in the sheets. Glin’s eyes didn’t leave me. He reached out and stroked my curly hair, as if to reassure himself that I was real. He ran his hands down my limbs, checking for bruises. I swatted him away. He didn’t hurt me.
“So are you here for good?”
“Retired. Also known as permanent security detail for the Princess’s sister.”
“But you’re here for good?” I repeated.
“I will never leave what is meant for me, kompli.”
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Everything has a price. The question is, are you willing to pay it? I’m not pretending to be good or honest. I’m a businessman. I got a ship to run and crew to pay.
Then I found a stowaway on my ship. Meyet. I want to leave her at the next spaceport but everything in my body is crying out for her: her curves, those lips, those bright eyes and the way she smiles at me. Is Meyet my fated mate? Does it matter when we argue constantly? Who is she to question how I run my ship?
But I know I would be empty without her wicked smile and sharp tongue.
The problem is she’s running from two very dangerous men. Can I be the man she deserves and defend her? Will I fight for what is mine?
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Alien prince Max has been ordered to get with the program and find a mate, one to facilitate the integration of their two species. On his foray down to the planet, he meets curvy Gwen and knows that she is the one for him. Can Max convince her that they belong together before his superiors demand results?
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Additional Titles
Alpha Aliens of Fremm
Claimed by the Alien Prince
Bride of the Alien Prince
Alien Rogue’s Price
Alien Commander’s Mate (Coming October)
Bad Boys of Science Fiction Romance
Warlord Brides (with Starr Huntress)
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About the Author
I am an unapologetic nerd. Time travel, space opera, superheroes, tabletop games, fountain pens and video games where you beat up robots, I love it all. I write the type of books I want to read, featuring plucky heroines, wickedly charming heroes, mysteries, action adventure and dirty, dirty sex. Hopefully you want to read them to.
I live in an old house with my husband and two cats that have complaints with management. I try to wear pants as little as possible.
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Alien Warrior’s Mate
Copyright Nancey Cummings
Cover Design by ResplendentMedia.com
Published May 2016
Published by Menura Press
Digital Edition
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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction and all people, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.
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