Consumed: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of the Kalixian Warriors Book 6)

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by Presley Hall


  “Gods, Lucy…”

  He groans, speechless aside from those two words as I brace my hands on his hips and lean forward, taking the tip of him into my mouth. I love teasing him, love making him hold his desire at bay as I play with him, sliding my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock before taking another inch into my mouth, and then another. Once I’ve taken him as deep as I can, I wrap my hand around the base and find the rhythm I know he likes.

  Tycran grunts, his hands in my hair, his hips tense as he tries not to thrust into my mouth. He’s too big for that, almost too big for my lips to fit around him, but if he holds still and lets me go at my own pace, I can manage it. And he does exactly that, moaning with pleasure as I trace my tongue over every inch of him, licking and sucking as I reach between his legs and stroke his balls, teasing him with my fingertips.

  Finally, when he can’t take it any longer, he reaches for my arms, pulling me up and lifting me off the floor before tossing me gently onto the bed.

  “Your turn,” he tells me with a wicked gleam in his eye, pushing my thighs apart as he settles between them, kissing me hard before trailing his lips over my throat, down to my breasts.

  I make a small whimpering sound as his lips clasp over my nipple, my hips shifting as I run my fingers through his hair.

  I get to have this forever, I think dizzily. He’s all mine.

  Just the thought making me moan with pleasure and happiness as Tycran makes his way down my body, his fingers stroking down my sides and over my hip bones as he kisses the flat plane of my abdomen, down to where I’m aching and ready for him, already drenched with arousal just from having him in my mouth.

  “Mmm.”

  A groan of delight spills from his lips as his tongue flicks out, tasting me. He teases me at first, the way I did to him, peppering small kisses and light flicks of his tongue over my hot, swollen flesh until I’m squirming under him in protest, panting with need.

  “Tycran, please,” I beg, tangling my fingers in his hair and arching my hips up, needing more. I’m trembling with arousal, desperate for the pressure of his tongue and his fingers inside me.

  When he finally gives me what I want, it feels so incredible that my head tilts back. A wordless cry spills from my lips as I tighten my fingers in his hair, curling them around his horns, begging him for more.

  I hear his muffled groan as my fingertips brush against the sensitive base of his horns, sliding up the curve of them as his tongue moves over me faster and faster. He switches from long, slow licks to swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit, tightening the circles until he’s focused on the very spot where I need his touch the most.

  I’m on the edge of climax already, so close that I can feel every muscle in my body taut with it, straining for release. When my orgasm hits, it radiates out from my core, breaking over me in waves.

  I’m lost in it for a moment, my thighs tightening around his head as I grip his horns, grinding against his face as I come wildly, moaning his name. And then, just as I start to feel the climax ebb, I feel his fingers slide inside of me, coaxing me into a second orgasm before the first has even ended, his tongue still keeping that hot, wet pressure against my oversensitive flesh.

  For a moment, it’s so good that I almost can’t bear it. It’s too much, waves and waves of pleasure on top of one another, only heightened by the knowledge that this gorgeous man has his head buried between my legs, every molecule of his being entirely focused on making me feel good.

  It seems to go on forever, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, until at last I push weakly at his shoulder, every sensation so heightened that it’s become overwhelming.

  Tycran rises up on his knees, looking at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes that I know so well. His irises have shifted from light blue to dark aquamarine, like they always do when he’s turned on. He reaches down with one hand, his fingers wet from my arousal, and begins to stroke himself, watching me gasp for breath as he thrusts his hips forward, letting me see everything he’s doing.

  I moan, suddenly desperate for him to be inside me as I watch his long, hard length slide in and out of his fist. He sees the pleading on my face and starts to lean forward, but I smile seductively at him as I reach up, pressing my hands to his muscled chest.

  He follows my urging willingly, and I push him over onto his back and straddle him. I want to ride him, to see his face as I take him inside me.

  Tycran groans as the tip of him brushes between my legs, sliding against my slick pussy, and I reach down, grasping him and shifting my position a little so that his shaft is pressed against his stomach. With my gaze fixed on his, I start to move, sliding myself along his length, coating him with my arousal as he moans with pleasure.

  “Oh gods, Lucy,” he rasps.

  There’s a mixture of surprise and lust in his eyes when I grasp him again, pressing the tip of him against my clit as I roll my hips, rubbing him against me as I feel another orgasm building. He grips the blanket, his cock throbbing in my fist as he watches me use his cock to make myself come. For a moment, I have a fantasy of him letting go like this, pulsing in my hand as I climax, his seed spilling over my skin in a hot rush, over my clit and thighs and belly.

  Oh fuck.

  That image is enough to push me over the edge. My thighs tremble as I rub against him, my head falling back as I moan helplessly. I can feel him harden in my hand, throbbing insistently, and before the orgasm is even finished, I feel Tycran’s hands on my hips, his fingers sinking into my flesh as he picks me up like I weigh nothing at all, and without a word, sets me down on his cock.

  “You deshing tease,” he growls hungrily as he thrusts up into me hard—but I can see from the light in his eyes and the smile on his face that he loves every second of it. “You almost made me come just watching you. But I don’t want this to be over so quickly.”

  A shiver runs up my spine as I remember the fantasy that pushed me over the edge into my orgasm. My walls are still fluttering around him, gripping his shaft as he thrusts his hips up, driving his thick cock into me again and again.

  He pulls me down into a kiss, his tongue sliding against mine as he grasps my ass with his free hand, squeezing it tightly. I arch my back, rolling my hips against him to meet his thrusts. But for all my intentions of riding him, Tycran has made it plain he’s in control now. My teasing sent him over the edge, and now he’s in charge, claiming me in the way he wants, taking his pleasure as he’s given me mine.

  I fucking love every second of it.

  Tycran grabs my waist, rising up on his knees as he holds me against him, his cock still buried inside of me. He thrusts once, twice, three times as I spread my legs to keep my balance. Then he pulls himself out of me, his cock dark and throbbing as he turns me around, setting me down on my hands and knees.

  “Gods, you look good from behind,” he growls as he grasps my hips, burying himself inside of me again with one long, hard thrust that rocks me forward. “I’m going to take you hard now,” he whispers in my ear as he leans forward. “Tell me if it’s too much. But I want you, my sweet one, and I can’t hold back.”

  A thrill of desire rushes through me at his words, and I nod breathlessly. “Yes. Fuck, yes, Tycran.”

  I arch my back, pushing my ass toward him as he thrusts into me hard, over and over, claiming me with every powerful thrust. I grip the sheets, moaning helplessly at the onslaught of his thick cock. Tycran knows my body as well as his own now, so in tune with me that he knows when to slow just a bit, when the hard thrusts are too much, and when I want more.

  “I want you to come one more time.” His voice is strained with effort as his fingers slide over my stomach, down to my clit. He drives into me again, grinding his hips against my ass as he begins to move his fingertips in the quick circles he knows I like.

  “Keep doing that,” I pant. “Just like that. Fuck.”

  My arms are weak, my skin slick with sweat, and if I were with anyone else, I’d swear there’s n
o way I could come again. But with Tycran, my body seems insatiable, always desperate for more, always hungry for the feeling of pure bliss when we go over the edge together.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” I chant the words, my voice punctuated by the sounds of Tycran’s grunts as he drives into me.

  With a final, shuddering groan, he grabs my hip hard as he thrusts deeply into me, pinching my clit gently between his fingers. I cry out in surprise at the shock of sensation, and the orgasm hits me suddenly, rising up like a tidal wave to sweep me away. My back arches as I buck against him, moaning in helpless delight.

  “Lucy!” He cries out my name as he comes too, spilling himself into my fluttering channel.

  Both of us are caught up in waves of pleasure so intense that the world narrows down to just that, just him and me and the indescribable bliss of two bodies perfectly in sync with one another.

  He slumps forward, and we collapse onto the bed. His cock is still pulsing a little as he slowly slides out, and my toes curl at the sensation. For several minutes, neither of us can do anything other than catch our breath, and when I finally look over at him, he’s smiling more widely than I think I’ve ever seen.

  “I really get to do that with you for the rest of my life?” he asks, looking over at me with an expression that’s some cross between delight and disbelief.

  “Yup.” I grin, dropping a kiss on his shoulder as I move closer. “That, and anything else we can think up.”

  “You’re going to be the death of me.” He chuckles, kissing me softly before letting out a long breath as his head sinks back onto the pillow. Then, he pauses, reconsidering. “No. You’ll be my life.”

  28

  Tycran

  I’ve never known such complete happiness as I do with Lucy. It’s beyond anything I could have ever hoped for, or even imagined.

  Our days and nights on the return trip to Kalix are much like the ones on the way to Oryn—filled with talking, planning, and long hours in bed. Except this time, we’re not ignoring the fear that we might never see the future we speak of. Instead, we’re moving straight toward it.

  Unsurprisingly, we’re greeted by a large entourage the moment we land. They’re waiting for us when the hatch comes down—a group made up of council members, ministers, and the Alpha Force, with Khrelan, Emma and Tordax at the head of it. Malav is near the front as well, and I see some of the Kalixian public in the group too, as well as some of the other Terran women.

  The news of what happened to Oryn preceded us well before we returned. Word seems to have spread quickly throughout the universe that the Orkun have been, if not defeated entirely, then badly crippled. And I contacted Tordax as soon as I could, letting him know what Lucy and I had done, and that we were coming home. Although I made sure not to understate Lucy’s part in it, and how her bravery and determination were essential to our mission’s success, I made certain Tordax knew that the plan was mine from the start. Lucy was swept up in it by mistake, and if there is punishment forthcoming, I don’t want her to be a part of it. I don’t want her faulted for my own insubordination.

  There’s silence for a moment as Lucy and I walk off the ship, and despite my natural stoicism, I find myself almost nervous. What I did was a gamble that paid off, but I broke a great many rules and defied commands in order to do it. Not only that, but I endangered Lucy’s life by not turning around the moment I found her on board. I’m not entirely sure there won’t be some censure from Khrelan and Tordax, or outright punishment handed down.

  But if that’s what has to be, it will be worth it. I would take any punishment, knowing that we succeeded. All that matters to me is that my mate isn’t blamed.

  I stop in front of Khrelan, my heart beating hard as I bow, going down to one knee in a sign of obeisance. Lucy does the same, and I count my breaths as I wait for his judgement to fall.

  But when I look up, to my surprise, Khrelan breaks into a broad smile, reaching out to pull me to my feet. Emma is helping Lucy up as well, and I hear the queen murmur something encouraging to my mate as Khrelan claps me on the shoulders in view of everyone, pride in his face.

  Cheers break out among the gathered crowd, rising into the air, and as I look over at Lucy and catch her gaze, I see her grinning broadly. I can’t help but smile too—a thing that’s becoming more and more common these days.

  I’m lucky, I think. So incredibly lucky to have found a mate as daring and determined as I am.

  Not every woman, Terran or Kalixian, would have gone along with my dangerous plan and even wanted to help. Lucy is, without a doubt, my perfect match.

  The other women gather around her, all smiling and happy, voices climbing over one another as they ask for every detail. Tordax gestures for me to follow him as he and Khrelan step away from the gathered crowd and out of earshot.

  “What you did was courageous,” my commander says. Although his voice is even, I can hear a thread of anger in it. “But it came at great risk to both yourself and Lucy. I know you didn’t intend for her to be there on the ship, but that in itself is an example of how reckless your action was.”

  His voice hardens, and I can see the same censure in Khrelan’s face as both men look at me.

  “You disregarded the chain of command,” Tordax continues. “You ignored the direct orders of your king and your commander, breaking your vow to obey, and lied and stole in the process of carrying out your private mission. You intended to die on this mission, depriving Kalix of a needed warrior. You took it upon yourself to choose our military strategy.”

  He takes a deep breath, and the king cuts in.

  “What you did would, under ordinary circumstances, be considered treason.” The gold inlay in Khrelan’s horns glints as he shakes his head. “I tell you this not because we intend to punish you, but because it’s important that you understand the severity of your insubordination. I think you do though.” He glances at Tordax, then back at me. “And in the end, it’s impossible for us to be too angry at you… because your insane plan worked. It shouldn’t have, but it did. And for that, all we can do is thank you.”

  “I’m sorry.” My voice is low and sincere.

  I mean it. Above all, the knowledge that I was betraying and lying to Khrelan and Tordax has weighed on me since the moment I made the decision. I didn’t make it lightly, but I know that doesn’t need to be said. They can both see the truth in my eyes. All that’s left is for me to make amends as best as I can.

  “It won’t happen again. I swear it,” I vow.

  Khrelan smiles, happiness breaking across his features as the pride I saw earlier returns to his eyes. “You’re right. It won’t. Thanks to you and Lucy, the Orkun threat has been crippled for a very long time. Our people will finally have a chance to flourish in peace.”

  I look over at Lucy again, catching her gaze through the crowd of other women as happiness and pride fill my chest.

  We did it, together. We succeeded.

  There’s nothing we can’t do as long as we have each other.

  29

  Lucy

  In the week that passes after we return to Kalix, my life changes in ways I never could’ve expected. Every day brings new happiness, so much so that sometimes I feel overwhelmed by it.

  The first thing Tycran and I do is buy a place to live. It’s a small dwelling like we talked about, on the edge of the city, just outside of it so there’s some room for us to breathe. There are three bedrooms—a large loft-style one on the top floor for us, and two on the main floor, for the children that we both hope will come sooner rather than later. I tell him teasingly that we’ll have to find a bigger place if he wants more than two, and he responds by plucking me up and carrying me to the bedroom to get a head start on making baby number one.

  Afterward, he holds me in his arms, his body curling around mine protectively and lovingly. I lean back into his embrace, savoring the feeling of comfort I feel when I’m with him.

  For the first time in my life, I have a true partner. A r
eal one.

  It’s an amazing feeling.

  When Tycran is called into the palace for a military council meeting several days later, I take the opportunity to spend the afternoon marking off a garden area in the back yard. I’ve never had much of a green thumb, but when my mate comes home and finds me outside with packets of seeds waiting for him and dirt under my fingernails from planting a few things already, the look on his face makes it all worth it.

  I walk up to him, reaching up with one hand to hook the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. My other hand reaches for his, pressing a small packet into his palm.

  “I think seeds will always have a very special meaning to us,” I say, laughing when we break the kiss.

  He glances down at them. “What kind are they?”

  “The market vendor I bought them from said they’re called valastas.” I grin. “I don’t know much about Kalixian plant life, but they sound similar to a flower we have on Earth called a violet.”

  “Violet,” he says, mouthing the unfamiliar word. Then he smiles. “Do they have purple petals?”

  “Yup.” My heart flutters at the almost boyish expression on his face. How could I have ever thought this man was made of stone? “I thought they’d be a good start to our garden.”

  “They will be.” He drops his head to kiss me softly. “Thank you, my sweet one. I love it. I love you.”

  A few weeks after our arrival, I wake up in Tycran’s arms, the sunlight streaming over our bed and casting delicate rays over his face.

  I snuggle more tightly against him, and a wave of desire washes over me as I feel him, solid and hard against the curve of my thigh. His arm tightens around me as he feels me move against him, and his lips brush the back of my neck, his breath tickling against my hair.

  “Good morning,” he rumbles, his voice even deeper than usual from sleep.

 

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