Alien Romance Box Set: Alien Heart Complete Series (Books 1-4): A SciFi (Science Fiction) Alien Warrior Abduction Invasion Romance Box Set

by Patricia Moore

  I part the curtains and the stand beside him. The glass wall separating us from the outside world showcases the best side of New York. The sun is only beginning to rise. It had been a long night but I am starting to think it was all worth it. Erien grabs her hand, looks at me, and then smiles with his eyes. Any anger I may have felt at him melts away.

  “I thought the light would never come,” he says.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Where I come from, the only darkness is found with Mother tree. It’s not even that dark there.”

  “Who? What?” I am puzzled.

  His eye flickers. It is almost an eternity before he gathers the courage to draw me close. He pulls me in by the waist. Our bellies touch and I feel his body get hard against my stomach. He kisses me. This time, his tongue dances the tango with mine. I am so breathless and awed. Then abruptly, he stops and continues to watch the sunrise. It mesmerizes him.

  Erien appears as a child learning something new. I walk away from him. He needs his moment.

  Chapter 15

  Alice

  The apartment is extensive. Everything in it is King size, ranging from the flat screen television that can be hidden behind a wall at remote command. I do a quick scan of the studio and find a Jacuzzi, a double King size bed fit with soft linen and a dozen pillows, as well as a bathroom that can accommodate an entire football team as well as their children. And yet, no matter how grand it is, I find myself back in front of the television.

  Erien is still preoccupied with the sunrise, so I am bored. In all honesty, I have seen more profound sunrises. Still, it will be unfair and selfish if I take that experience away from him. I can wait. Wait for what, I think? I decide to distract myself with the television. I turn it on and sink back into the sofa coated with soft furs. I take off my shoes and fold my feet beneath my weight as a pretty actress springs up on television. She is talking to another woman about her lover.

  “Gosh, these soap operas never end,” I grimace.

  Regardless of how cheesy they are, I find myself glued to the awful plot of the story; the leading lady is afraid that her lover is going to leave her because his ex is back in town. The tacky dialogue follows, and as routine goes, a love scene comes up. It is a cliché flashback scene of a couple making out in bed. I do not bat an eyelid about it. Ordinarily, the scene cuts back to the conversation.

  “They didn’t show us everything,” Erien complains loudly.

  I startle. I didn’t realize he was standing right behind me. His face is twisted in strange fascination. I feel my breath stuck in my throat. From my seated angle, he appears even more majestic. His eyes are still stuck on television in wait for another sex scene but he is only rewarded with a commercial about soup.

  “That’s it?” He is not pleased.

  “You’d have to watch porn for more detail.” I try to be funny. He doesn’t understand. Typical. I explain, “Porn is like where you see two naked people banging each other. Sometimes three… Or four.”

  He stares me squarely. “Why would I want to watch that? You can just show me.”

  Erien moves to sit in the armchair adjacent to me. He stretches his long legs in front of him in a relaxed mood. I study his strong muscular arms dangling beside the chair. His torso is open to me and his chin rests on his neck. His eyes are slightly hooded. His simple pose leaves my pants throbbing for him.

  I wander away to the kitchen. The pangs in my stomach interfere with my ability to think straight. Erien is everything that I want in a man but I must decide what to do with my life. He is too risky and carefree – if I allow myself to love him, I will certainly get hurt.

  In the kitchen, I spy on a fridge that is a part of the wall. Inside, I find a fresh smoothie and some mixed salads. Neglecting my manners, I drink the smoothie straight from the glass bottle and use my fingers to pick at the eggs in the salad. I am not a big eater so I am satisfied easily. Remembering Erien, I pick a glass for him and fill it with juice.

  I sip the juice while I walk back to the living room. I want to make sure it tastes perfect for him. I need to make our stay worthwhile before we are thrown out by security. Nonetheless, I stop short in the doorway.

  Erien’s gaze is locked on me. He stares at me in an unusual way. My hand trembles. The glass I am holding falls to the ground and it breaks into a thousand shards. The juice spills on my feet.

  He doesn’t even blink. He gestures with his finger that I come to him. Cautious, I jump over the shattered glass. I approach him. His legs are wide apart. My eyes try to make out whether the bulge I see is really him or just empty folding of the shorts. I find myself holding my breath. I stop at arms-reach away from him.

  “Undress,” Erien says casually.

  I gulp. He meant it when he said I will show him how lovemaking is done. I want to, but I don’t want to seem too easy. My groin throbs in desire. I bite my lip. Why did love have to be so hard?

  “Huh?” I pretend I didn’t hear him.

  “I want to see what you look like,” he says.

  I am unsure how to react. Erien is a lady’s man. I don’t want to be just like any other girl he’s been with. I don’t move. He doesn’t wait for me to answer. His arms reach around my waist and pull me to him.

  He doesn’t ask when he presses his hand inside my trouser. His forefingers dig inside the moist between my legs. I bite my lip to keep myself screaming out in pleasure. It is unexpected and blessedly welcome. Then he stops. I let out a small moan.

  “Is this wrong?” he asks me. He is uncertain.

  I try to regain my breath. “No. Please continue.”

  “Are you sure?” He is teasing me.

  “Yes! Yes!”

  He fingers me deeply. No one has fingered me before. The juices flow over his fingers. Damn him. I want his entire hand inside me. And just when I reach my peak and my muscles start to contract on his fingers, he pulls out. It takes all my might not to fall on my knees and beg him to take me. Even though I like him more than I am entitled to, I am wary about giving him my virginity. After all, we’d just met. Erien has other things on his mind.

  “Your clitoris is shaped differently,” he says. He licks his wet hand as if my juices were just ice cream on his fingers. He has no idea how that stimulates me.

  “How so?” I manage to say.

  “Theirs can elongate over the shape of the man they are about to consume.”

  My mouth is ajar. I am dazed at the way he talks openly about sex. Was he touching me only for research purposes? Yet somehow, this arouses me even more. All this talk has left my tongue dry. If only he will allow me to drink from his manhood. My eyes glance at his bulge. I look away, cursing myself. He must think I must desperate.

  “Do you want to see it?” he asks me matter-of-factly.

  “What?”

  He grins like a devil. “I’ve see you staring. You must want to see.”

  “I have already seen what your… your…” my voice trails. I wish I could burn my eyes. He must think I am a pervert, but oh dear, how can I not gape? I lick my lips.

  “You can say it, or would you rather – taste it?” he asks.

  He raises an eyebrow. He has caught me licking my lips. I freeze like a deer caught in headlights. My mind tells me to say no. My body has other plans. I find myself drawing closer to him. He stands, towering over me.

  “Get on your knees,” he orders.

  I dare not disobey. I fall to my knees. Now my eyes are level with his crotch and I just can’t look away. His huge crotch is pressing hard against his shorts. It wants to escape. It wants to be free for me to devour. Erien is pleased by how I am transfixed with his body.

  “Say please,” he teases.

  My hands shiver. I reach out to pull down his shorts. I slowly pull them down when he grips my wrists. I stare up at him. My eyes beg him.

  “I said, say please.”

  I quiver. How can I stop to beg when the heat from his pants is permeating to my face? Can’t he und
erstand how much I want to see his huge balls; to taste the oozing liquid from his appendage?

  “Please,” I say.

  “Please?” He has a cocky smile on his handsome alien face.

  “Please, let me see you – touch you.” My voice is shaky with desire.

  He tosses his head, granting me permission. I shiver. I have never given head ever so willingly. Yet an alien instinct overwhelms me. I pull down his shorts, and my face is immediately smacked by his erection. I had underestimated his length. His size is another matter; a pulsating vein runs from his round balls to his healthy head. There is a thin liquid oozing from it. And I have never felt so thirsty in my life. To take him in, I will have to open my mouth to the fullest to take him all in. And I so desperately want to.

  My mouth moves without my permission. I swallow him whole. His hot appendage burns my mouth like a hot iron rod. He is so hard, yet sweet to taste. I suck him as if he is the only food I will ever taste. Erien laughs in ecstasy.

  “Yes, yes,” he moans.

  The more I suck, the harder he gets. I love every second of it. He is hot because of me, not some other girl. Erien stops laughing and starts gasping for breath. His groans reach roof breaking levels. He is now so big I do not think I can contain him in my mouth without breaking my lips. Mercifully, he retrieves his appendage and explodes. Gooey liquid splashes onto my face. It pours down my breasts. I cry out. In my pleasure, I had forgotten that my groin had greater needs. I finally feel ready to give up my virginity.

  Erien lifts me with one hand. He doesn’t care that I have cum pouring down my mouth. He kisses me full on, getting a taste of his own sweet semen. It spreads on his cheek and I lick it off. Though he has the tiniest scales that make up his skin, he is smoother than a baby. I want him inside me at once.

  “Do you want me to show it to you?” I breathe into his ear.

  “Yes!” He lifts me and places me on the large sofa.

  I lie on my back and spread my legs to him. His eyes widen in desire. The juices flowing out of me have paralyzed him. He just stares. He gets long and harder with each passing second. He wants me just as badly.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says.

  “Show me,” I dare him.

  Erien drops to his knees. He takes both my legs in his hands and then dips his face in between. I watch as his head bobs up and down. An undulating sensation rips through my groin. My eyes widen at the sensory pleasure that hits my core. Did his tongue just go in there? I cry out. Does he know what he is doing to me? I squirm.

  “Stop! Stop!” The ripples of pleasure in my body make me feel like I will die. It is the best feeling I have ever felt in the world. I can’t keep control. His strong hands hold me down. He ignores my plea and continues to eat me.

  He only lifts his wet head to tell me, “This is how you made me feel.” Then he presses me down again. At the height of my please, he sticks his tongue into my g-spot. Tears of joy stream down my face. A full blown organism splashes him with my juices just as he had done to me. He licks his lips.

  Beaded sweat forms between my breasts. My shirt is wet with perspiration so my nipples show through my shirt. Erien reaches his hands and squeezes my jugs. I bite my lips until I taste a bit of blood in my mouth. Erien stands. He lies on top of me. I like his weight upon me. It makes me feel wanted. His bold appendage teases my clit, just as his wet mouth nibbles at my ear.

  “Mmmm,” I moan.

  “You are so much softer than the Soleroid girls,” he says. “Softer than even the virgins too.”

  I squirm under his weight. I am a virgin. Should I really give myself to an alien? What if I get pregnant? Would the baby eat me from inside? I decide I have watched too many Vampire romances. His hands reach under my buttocks so as to position me ready for his penetration

  “Stop! Stop! Stop!”

  He stops. His eyes are hurt. I know that he is so hard and it is a lot of will power for him to not take me.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  “This was a bad idea.” I remove myself from under him.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “It’s… heavenly. Thank you.” I gasp. This is a big mistake, I muse. He will leave me for sure if I don’t give it up. And yet, I can’t bring myself to open up to him.

  “You don’t like me?” He sounds hurt.

  Suddenly I feel bad. “I like you. I really do… I-”

  He doesn’t wait for me to finish. He goes to the bedroom. I linger before going to join him in the bed. I notice that he is naked and has pressed a pillow between his legs. It should be me there, not that pillow. I want to throw myself on him; to make violent love to him. But what if he knew I was a virgin, would he judge me?

  I lie next to him. When I hear him snore softly, I dare to place my head on his chest. And soon, I fall asleep too.

  Chapter 16

  Erien

  Life in hell isn’t exactly what I expected. Though the beautiful Alice insists that this is not an abyss, I find it hard to believe. Homes here are made of mud, dirt and cheap metal. It is a very poor planet and quite overcrowded. Everyone is trying to sell something to someone. It is ridiculous. We have taken walks around civilization and the only fascinating sights I’ve seen so far is Central Park and the marvelous sunrise at dawn.

  Alice is asleep on the bed. It was very hard for me to convince her to come back to the hotel. We’ve been living here a week and she still thinks something bad will happen – something about security. I don’t know what she is so afraid of. Sometimes, she even cries in her sleep. I never ask her about it. I turn on the TV for the sake of static noise. My life has become too quiet of late.

  Bored by the quiz show on television, I stretch and go back to bed. That’s all we do; wake up, eat, fight the desire to make love, and go back to sleep. I am bored to the born. My life has never lacked adventure. That is another place where she and I are different.

  Alice is fascinating. She is a stunning woman though she doesn’t know it. I know she likes me a lot but is afraid to show it. I didn’t understand her at first but now I am getting fond of her – almost attached. I don’t want to. She is not like the girls in Solasis. The way she looks, I fear I might break her. She has a certain level of tenderness I have never seen before – something like that of a new born babe. I wonder, is she a kind person or just very naïve? Does it even matter? All I know is that if I force myself on her, I will break her in more ways than one. Still, her rejection makes me sad.

  I feel Alice curl up beside me. She only does so when she thinks I am asleep. This time, I have started breathing deeply so that she is fooled into thinking I am truly asleep. The truth is that I simply want to hold her in my arms; to fondle her. When she bathes, I secretly watch her. It’s been my little secret. I watch her obsessively, and perhaps in her subconscious, she knows it. For days, she keeps tempting me. And then she rejects me every night. If it wasn’t for the profound friendship that has evolved between us, I would have left her for all the torment she puts me through. Yet she is all that I have whether in hell or elsewhere. It is too bad I cannot make love to her. She is only timid about that. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her about Sasha…

  “Erien?” I love it when she says my name.

  “Hmm?”

  “What time is it?”

  “I don’t know. The sun’s been up for a while,” I say, bored.

  I hope she doesn’t ask that we go out for another walk. The walk is fine it’s just that nothing else happens. I feel depression seeping up on me. Is this the way my life will end? Alice does not allow me to scale the buildings either. She says it is dangerous.

  “Are you asleep?”

  “Obviously.” I open one eye to her. Is she teasing me?

  Alice sits up. She sniggers yet her eyes are somber. I hate it when she looks dejected.

  “Are you sad?”

  It is my turn to sit up. I stare in the direction of the window, wishing I could be there not in bed, wishing I co
uld go back home and wishing I had never met Sasha. Or Alice. Though I am fond of her, she is making it very difficult for me to be myself – charming and reckless.

  “You are sad,” she answers her own question.

  “What is it to you?” I return my gaze to her face. Goodness, how can I stare into those blue eyes and not fall in love? She takes my hands into hers small soft palms.

  “I want you to be happy, Erien. I sincerely do. I just don’t know how…” her voice trails off.

  My heart skips a beat. Is she about to break up with me? I will be shattered if she does. But no, I won’t let her go. I squeeze her hand.