by Rosette Lex
I knew all of my warriors were present even before we heard them talking in the living room. They grew silent as we neared the room and when we stepped into the open space, they all stood to show respect. Though Arianna did not know this and she grew nervous, her hand gripped mine tighter and I gently squeezed her hand in reassurance.
“Lord Commander…Congratu—” Josiah was about to congratulate me on Arianna and I having conceived. I shook my head abruptly and he quieted. I knew they’d all sensed the life growing inside Arianna because they were all overwhelmed with surprise.
“Before you all say anything, I’d like to formally state that I have claimed Arianna as my mate and we are willing to provide an heir to our race. We will want to commence our wedding celebrations very soon,” I added the last bit while looking at Arianna and her eyes glistened with excitement.
“Then we must apologize…I must apologize my lord. Lady Arianna, I am truly sorry for abducting you, for terrorizing you and destroying your home and disrupting your life. If was callous and cold for me to have done such a thing and for that I apologize.” Tristan stepped forward and I could tell Arianna was still wary of him.
Tristan then bent to his knee and lowered his head with his hand fisted across his chest. One by one, those who were a part of taking Arianna and bringing harm to her life apologized and lowered to the ground, asking for her forgiveness. Arianna opened her mouth to speak, but before she did, she looked up at me expectantly.
“You have to forgive them too, you know…” she said.
I sighed and then nodded my head as I gave in. I would have liked to keep them remorseful for a bit longer, but I wanted to make Arianna happy even more.
“You are forgiven by me; you will wait to rise after my mate has offered her forgiveness,” I said with authority. The four remained kneeling and I smirked as Arianna made them wait for a few extra moments before she spoke.
“You all acted out of concern for Safir, even though your actions were twisted, your intentions were pure. I forgive you,” Arianna said finally.
All four warriors breathed a sigh of relief. If we had been on Voltaire and had they done such a thing, they would have been put to death for the offense.
One by one, they rose. Tristan was the last one to rise and all the men congratulated us on our mating.
“Well then, we have a party to throw!” Rayne said excitedly. He and the men went about setting up the deck and backyard in the rear of the house as well as getting food and a lot of drink. Though I had to make sure Arianna did not drink more than two sips of champagne.
“Tell me something Safir…” Arianna asked as we organized the refrigerator and pantry in the kitchen.
The men always went overboard when it came to parties. The last time I celebrated my birthday; there was enough alcohol and food to last a month.
I turned to look at her from my position in front of the pantry. She was standing next to the fridge and was a bit nervous. “Anything,” I said.
“Would I be able to invite my best friend to the wedding party?” she asked, a bit anxiously. I could tell this wasn’t a deep need of hers, but she was sentimental about having her close friend with her.
“Rayne and Josiah managed to fabricate your death…ashes were collected by your close friend, she believes you to be gone,” I told Arianna truthfully.
She nodded and then sighed, her expression showed disappointment, but she was not deeply upset about the matter.
“Well alright. So are we just throwing a party, or are we going to exchange vows?” Arianna asked me with a smirk.
“We shall be exchanging vows, yes. Doran will be…reciting the vows so to speak, since we have already taken each other it will simply be demonstrative of tradition,” Arianna nodded and we continued packing everything away.
“So it’s just going to be the eight of us?” Arianna asked and I smiled.
“No, actually Rayne and Tristan have recently found mates. They will be attending as well, though Rayne and Tristan have not yet claimed their mates fully,” Arianna’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Tristan found a human mate?” I laughed at her incredulity.
“Yes, he did. I am actually quite glad for it, now the men will soon one by one know first hand my plight when it came to you,” I said with a smirk.
“That means there will be a lot of babies popping up soon,” Arianna said, though she had no idea just how true her statement was. I smiled and then stopped what I was going to do and pulled her into my arms.
“Yes there will be,” I said and she smiled up at me before I lowered my head to kiss her softly.
“Save that for the wedding you two,” Milran said as he breezed into the kitchen.
“We are just about set up outside my lord and soon to be lady. You might wish to get dressed soon,” Milran went into the fridge to grab some of the food Arianna had just put away. I kissed her deeply once more after Milran left us and then she bit her lip anxiously.
“I don’t have anything to wear. Do people dress up on Voltaire for a wedding celebration?” Arianna asked.
“People usually dress down for the occasion. The ceremonial outfits for both male and female are rather revealing. Since it is winter, and we are on Earth, we can simply wear something nice,” I suggested. Arianna nodded and then her eyes grew wide all over again.
“I left the duffel bag with all my clothes in the cabin!” I rubbed her arms soothingly and couldn’t help but smile. All females no matter what planet they were from, grew anxious on their wedding day.
“Do not worry, Josiah and Rayne were able to save much of your wardrobe, they brought it here,” I took her hand and led her upstairs via the staircase that led directly to the kitchen.
We walked down the hall to the master bedroom and I led her into the closet where she sighed with relief. She pulled out an off white cashmere sweater dress and light grey tights. I knew she would look beautiful in them.
“Well I think this would suffice. It’s not a wedding gown, or a bikini,” Arianna said with humor in her voice. I bent down to kiss her and she went off in the direction of the bathroom to get ready.
I myself chose a white button down shirt and decided to match her with light grey slacks. I sought out Doran to give me my usual hair cut and then quickly showered in one of the guest bathrooms. I dressed and then knocked on my bedroom door to make sure Arianna was all right.
“Is it starting now?” She called through the door and I told her it would start whenever she was ready. “Okay I’ll be out in a few!” I left her to go out back.
The deck was decorated with soft lights and the fire pit was lit and radiating warmth. Below the deck, the path to the gazebo was lit by tall lamps and the gazebo was decorated in candlelight. I knew Arianna would be dazzled by how the men set up the backyard.
“Are you ready to be officially married my lord?” Doran came up behind me and squeezed my shoulder in a gesture of kinship.
“More than anything, Arianna is quite literally the only being I have ever loved like this or ever will, you will experience it soon I’m sure,” I grinned at Doran and he actually paled, “it seems we are finding our mates one by one.”
I laughed at Doran’s expression; he was incredibly overwhelmed at the idea of having a mate or a family. As if on cue, Josiah and Tristan arrived with their soon to be human mates. The women were beautiful, but none could beat my Arianna.
“Well, let us go to the gazebo,” Doran recovered and gestured to the dream like white gazebo.
We walked to the center and I waited for Arianna to emerge from the house. Everyone present gathered around inside and grew hush as Arianna emerged from the sliding glass. She looked around in awe for a moment and then her eyes locked onto mine.
Joy and love swelled in my chest, as well as sweet anticipation. I simply wanted to marry her already and then take her up to our bedroom.
Arianna made her way down the steps of the deck that led to the gazebo path and finally she
stood before me. As we faced each other, I took her hands in mine and she smiled up at me as if she felt every bit of happiness I did.
“Well let us then begin,” Doran produced the ceremonial white red ribbon and I presented him our joined right hands where he wrapped and tied the ribbon tightly.
“With this bond signifies the link that will hold you, the tie that will never weaken, and the commitment that shall never break. Say yes if both mates recognize this fate…” Doran paused for us to say it; I never took my eyes from Arianna’s.
“Yes,” we both said simply and Arianna beamed up at me. The men all cheer and when the noise died down, Doran finished the ceremony.
“You bear the scent of your mate in his marking of you, now your mate must also carry your scent on his blood…” Doran revealed a small needle that would prick the skin on Arianna’s neck.
I had not prepared her for this part of the ceremony and I watched to see if she would panic. Doran briefly explained what he would do and she surprisingly did not fear him or what was to come.
Doran quickly pricked her delicate skin and a bead of blood rose to the surface. “Now make your mate a part of you in all ways, solidify the bond so that you will be truly joined,” Doran prompted me and I tilted my head to the right and swiped my tongue over her neck.
As her blood entered my system, I could more clearly sense everything about her. It was a heightened awareness that was tailored to Arianna.
She leaned into me and I licked my lips before I kissed her deeply. There were cheers from everyone at that point. Finally, Arianna and I had been married.
Doran untied our hands and he tore the ribbon in half before tying it around Arianna’s wrist and then the other half around mine. After the ceremony we all ate, drank, and danced until the sun rose the next day.
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Once everyone had left the house, I all but sprinted with Arianna up to our bedroom. All I wanted to do was bury myself inside of her over and over again.
We fell onto the bed; Arianna was a mess of giggles. I laid her out on the bed and stood just beside her to remove my clothing.
“Are you going to strip for me?” Arianna said with a smirk.
I laughed at her question and she rose to her knees on the bed. I stepped closer to the edge and she slid her hands up my shoulders.
“I was serious, I don’t know why you laugh,” she said and I kissed her softly on the lips before I swept my tongue across her bottom lip and then pulled it in between my teeth.
Arianna moaned as my hands slid underneath her dress and around to cup her backside. I couldn’t get enough of how full and round it was.
“Why don’t you remove the clothing for me?” I whispered against her lips before I captured them with mine once more and slid my tongue against hers.
Arianna continued unbuttoning my shirt and soon she was sliding it down my arms. Once the shirt was off, I pulled Arianna’s dress over her head and growled at how full and perfect her breasts looked in her white lace bra.
I couldn’t keep myself from shivering when Arianna’s hand slipped past the waistband of my pants and found my hardened length. Things happened quickly after that. I pulled off the rest of her clothing and helped her quickly divest me of mine.
I lifted Arianna and put her into a sitting position on the bed where I knelt before her opened legs. I spread them a bit wider and opened the lips of her sex where I flicked my tongue against the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
Arianna cried out and her hands delved into my hair as her hips moved against my mouth. She was already so wet I knew it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed.
As if she was in tune with my thoughts, Arianna clenched my hair tight and her back bowed as she shook with the pleasure of her orgasm.
I stood up quickly and slid my straining sex into her tight swollen heat. I groaned loudly and held her hips as I thrust into her deep and fast. The room was full of Arianna’s cries of pleasure and the magical sounds had my sac tightening and my sex twitching within her.
Arianna’s sex clenched around me tight before she flew into an orgasm. She massaged me with every thrust and soon, I roared when my orgasm rose from the base of my spine and filtered pleasure through my veins. I emptied into her and my release was so intense that it soon overflowed out of her.
When we were both spent, I took special care to clean her up and then I climbed into bed with her. Arianna cuddled up to my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I looked down at her and saw she had a dreamy, almost goofy smile on her face.
“Hey, can I ask why you wouldn’t let me drink champagne on our wedding night?” Arianna grew briefly serious and she gave me an adorable pout.
“Because you are pregnant,” I said. I could sense she thought I was joking at first. Then as I continued to look at her in earnest, her eyes widened and an expression full of awe infused her features.
“Are you sure? You can tell, you can sense the baby?” I smiled. She already called it a baby, when in that moment it was just a bundle of cells.
“Yes I can sense the life inside of you,” Arianna’s eyes filled with tears and she started to laugh joyously.
“I love you Safir, so much,” Arianna said and I kissed her deeply before I lifted my head and looked into her tender eyes.
“I love you too.”
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PREVIEW OF “UNDERCOVER ALIEN” BY ROSETTE LEX
1: Grant, Alan Grant
The party started at nine on the nose, which meant that by ten PM the crowd was thick enough to move through unnoticed. Alan arrived at 10:15, one of the few men without a date on his arm, but dressed to blend with this illustriously wealthy crowd. He had a little trouble not standing out, though he had developed a trick or two to offset his rather memorable appearance.
He blocked the whole doorway momentarily as the bouncer let him in, linebacker’s build balanced by his imposing height. He had a long, well-carved face, nose just a touch overlarge, his coffee-colored hair swept back from a patrician forehead, and his eyes an almost silvery gray that flicked around the room to take in every detail.
His hand-tailored stormcloud-gray suit and black tie glimmered with threads of silk and fine wool, his shoes held a high polish, and gold cuff links glittered at his wrists. If he wanted the attention of someone in the room, he could step up and address them, and they would see the full impact of his countenance and carefully-chosen wardrobe.
But right now, and most times when he was on a job, he exuded an air of quiet nondescriptness, his expressions closed and his gaze turned inward. His body language and everything else he could put into the act told passers-by, nothing to see here.
In this way, a very memorable gent strode unremembered through the crowd of wealthy sybarites, interacting only to swipe some champagne from a passing tray and wink at the temporarily dazzled server.
“Careful, darling, you’ll spill your drinks,” he said breezily to the pigtailed redhead, who swallowed and stared after him wide-eyed, like a teen with a crush.
She would forget him soon enough, and that was best. Alan wasn’t here to flirt. He wasn’t here to make contacts among the party-goers, who were mostly drug-seeking one-percenters enjoying the hospitality of one of the most successful dealers in Hollywood.
He wasn’t here for the nose-candy, which was being sampled out at its own table near the front. He didn’t much care to make deals, or buy drugs, or hire one of the cage dancers writhing on their little suspended
platforms around the room. No. Alan Grant--whose mother had given him an entirely different name before his government employers got involved--was here looking for a woman.
A specific woman. He had memorized her description and her photograph before coming, and ran the information through his head again as he scanned the crowd. Five six to five eight. Athletic, buxom, generous through the hips, probably dressed to accentuate her body. Wavy black hair, brown eyes, slightly olive skin. Full lips...quite lovely, actually.
Though he didn’t have time to consider such things. Unlike certain men in his line of work, Alan knew his primary task was the protection of his country from security risks, not the indiscriminate bedding of attractive human females.
That sort of thing would inevitably lead to...complications, and he would rather avoid any. He had work to do. And he had never considered breaking hearts to be part of his job description, no matter what his masculine urges might try to dictate.
He sipped the champagne, a decent Cristal, and kept making his circuit, looking for his target. The woman in question was bad news, like several in this room--but in her particular case, she also possessed an awful lot of information needed by his employers to bring down her gang.
The Serbians were making their play for Southern California, loosening the Mexicans’ hold, and made up for their inferior numbers with sheer brutality. With buildings in Los Angeles going up in flames and a rocket launcher fired in Hollywood a week ago, Control had called Alan and his team in to get them the details they needed to pick apart the gang at the seams.
The lovely lady that he was looking for was the lover of the Serbians’ current leader, Alexei Bogdanovic, who apparently had a bad habit of confiding in his women.
His job was quite simple: escort the good lady to his safe house, interrogate her, and turn her over to his team, who would give her the choice between turning state’s evidence or an awful lot of prison time.