Soul-Bonded to the Alien

by Serena Simpson

  “Cal,” she spoke with confidence.

  His gaze penetrated her, waiting for the words that hung on the edge of her lips.

  She took his cock in her hand sliding her hand downward before raising her head to look at him.

  “I love you, Cal. I’m not sure when it happened or how it happened. All I know is you invaded and defeated the walls I kept fortified. You opened my heart. I trust you, Cal, completely—no matter what happens in the future. My heart isn’t a huge prize since it has a venom snake wrapped around it, but I give it to you anyway. To hold and keep safe.”

  She blinked back the tears threatening to fall and cut off what he was trying to say by reaching out and licking the underside of his cock from tip to balls. Instead of words, he inhaled a harsh breath of air before expelling in.

  “Paige!”

  “Do you like that, Baby?”

  His hips bucked up as she did it again while a deep growl of approval escaped his lips.

  *~*~*~*

  She loves us. The Arbrin and the Matra rejoiced together. They won Paige’s heart along with the right to protect it. We have a chance of winning, his Matra side whispered. I know, his Arbrin side replied before both sides of him closed their eyes losing themselves in the heat of Paige’s mouth enveloping their cock.

  Her mouth feels like heaven. Cal nodded his head feeling the two sides of himself merge into one. He was neither Matra nor Arbrin, he was just Cal. Paige brought that miracle into his life, uniting them the way it was supposed to be.

  How could he not love her? It was the last rational thought he had as he felt her take him deeper. Who knew his love was so talented? He jerked his hips up unable to stop himself. His hands fisted in her hair, guiding her head up and down as she licked and sucked on him, humming deep in her throat adding to the incredible sensations he was already feeling.

  “I want it all, Cal.” She came up for air.

  She took his balls in her mouth licking them, sucking on them as he said her name over again like a plea. A plea for what? Did he want more torture or did he want relief. She opted for more sucking on his head like she was trying to drain him.

  “Paige!” his voice came out in a hoarse shout.

  “Mmm,” she mumbled around him, adding several inches into her already crowded mouth. She sucked harder increasing the pressure.

  The suction on his cock felt like it was linked to the ball of pressure at the back of his spine. His hips shot up as lightning bolts of sheer rapture invaded his body. Every suck of her hot mouth took him higher. He was riding on a cloud. He was reaching for a plane he never knew existed. He needed to get there. He held her head murmuring things that made no sense as he encouraged her. The ball at the base of his spine began to swirl out of control exploding up his entire body and tightening his sac at the same time causing him to explode.

  The feel of his semen shooting up his shaft almost undid him. When the first spurt hit Paige’s beautiful mouth and she sucked it down greedily, he came undone. Free floating in an ecstasy he’d never felt. The feeling brought him intense pleasure. Love, he thought, as he spurted again before passing out.

  She pulled away licking her lips, feeling like the sexiest and most powerful woman alive. Looking up she saw his slumped form.

  “He passed out!” She giggled insanely. Sexy woman? Heck, she was Venus rising from the sea. She was incredible.

  How was she supposed to get him into bed? Finally she settled with pushing him down on the couch and lifting one leg at a time until he looked sort of comfortable. He was heavier than she thought, maybe she needed to put him on a diet.

  Shaking her head at her own funny thoughts she laid on top of him. With the way she was throbbing, sleep was going to be impossible.

  *~*~*~*

  The tingling of a warm wet sensation at her breast brought her awake. She was in their bed with Cal pulling on a nipple like he was nursing. Each pull connected to her clit causing her to thrash about.

  “Cal, don’t stop.” She thrust her chest up encouraging him to suck harder to pull more of her breast into his mouth.

  “Mmm, my Baby likes.” He grinned before opening his mouth and catching her sensitive nipple between his teeth.

  She let out a howl that softened, sounding like a meow of pleasure as her hips thrust into the air seeking anything hard to rub against.

  “Not yet, Sunshine.” He gave her a tap on her behind telling her to behave.

  “Now!” she demanded.

  “I’m in charge now. Be careful or I’ll tie you up.”

  Her fragrance filled the room.

  “Oh, I think you want to try that. Next time, Baby.”

  His mouth moved to her other nipple taking it in, sucking it. He crawled on top of her placing his cock between her breasts, holding them tight, stroking between them. She licked at the head every time it made an appearance loving how the flavor of him took over her whole body.

  He shivered each time her tongue touched him and she smiled. The feel of her breasts pillowed around his cock was fantastic. To know he was loving her in any way he could imagine made her feel desired, wanted. He loved her.

  “I need to be deep inside you, Paige. Connected to you.”

  She gave her agreement; she needed, wanted him to become part of her. Had to feel that connection that was old as time, but as new as their relationship. She needed to once again affirm the love that flowed through her body.

  “Cal, I need you. I never want to let you go. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Paige. I thank you for handing your heart to me. There will never be enough words to express how I feel about you, but I’ll spend my life trying.”

  He slid his hands down her torso stroking her passion, driving it to a fevered pitch.

  She tossed her head from side to side as her hips thrust upward. He was going to drive her out of her mind. The walls of her pussy hungered for the feel of him stretching her, filling her in a pleasure only he could manage. He played her body like it was an orchestra creating beautiful music.

  His hands flicked her clit.

  “More, Cal!” she begged greedily.

  He caressed her clit again harder this time making her groan louder. “Beautiful little clit.” He sucked it into his mouth.

  She lost it as she thrust against him. No longer ruled by common sense but a primal instinct that demanded he meet her needs. He had to pleasure her now.

  “Now Cal!” she demanded.

  He placed his cock at the edge of her lips gently stroking up and down. She waited for him and thrust upward impaling herself on his broad head.

  “Please, Cal, she begged.”

  He thrust into her, winded her with the power of it, he went deeper filling her with his cock. He used fast short strokes to keep her off balanced driving her pleasure up to the next level but never offered the possibility of relief.

  She wrapped her legs around him holding on tight. She wanted this for the rest of her life. Fifty years from now she wanted to be clinging to him just as tightly.

  “You will,” he whispered through their link.

  The words opened a flood gate allowing her to feel his feeling. She could feel the walls of her pussy pulling tight on him. He throbbed, short bursts of ecstasy flew through his cock to his balls and through his body. The feeling of it pulsed over to her, making her pussy tingle. The nerve endings jumped with the most wonderful electricity.

  Once again, the joy of feeling his pleasure as he pleasured her was overwhelming. Too know that he loved sinking into her. She could feel his fight to keep his motion short instead of pulling out and hammering back in. He wanted relief, it was in every taut line of his body, but she could feel his desire to pleasure her first.

  Her body gave in, it became soft and malleable underneath him. She wanted what he wanted—relief, a spiral into bliss for both of them.

  His stroke lengthened as he pulled all the way out before pounding into her. She met him stroke for stroke giving as good as
she was getting. He changed angles hitting right up against her pleasure center causing her to cry out. Her body began to tighten and shake.

  For one impossible moment she went still, hanging in the balance before she broke apart crying his name over again. She sky rocketed leaving the earth, leaving her body as she ended up in a sea of never ending sensation. She closed her eyes wanting to stay there forever.

  Cal drove deep one last time as he pumped his seed deep into her, joining her on her trip.

  Cal rolled to his side never pulling out of her. He drew her closer into his embrace and held her as her heart still pounded and her breath still came in gasps. Her body continued to shudder around his. He lie there in the silence enjoying the time he had with her.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again.”

  “You have to. How else will you get food to keep up your energy so we can do this again?”

  “I think I’ll be a queen and laze around the bed commanding you to bring me food.”

  Your wish is my desire, Queen Paige.”

  “That does sound good, the desire part as well as the queen part.” She gave a small laugh placing a kiss on his chest. “I can feel you hardening.”

  “Do you have any desires?”

  “Make slow sweet love to me.”

  “Yes, my Queen.”

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Paige opened her eyes wondering what woke her. She looked over to see Cal sleeping. She loved the way his face relaxed when he was asleep; he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. The more she was connected with him in their soul bond, the more she knew that wasn’t the truth. There was a hole in his heart, he thought he should be doing more but he simply wasn’t sure what the more was.

  She set a pillow against the head board so she could relax into it. It was Christmas Eve; she took a quick look at her hands to see if they were shaking. They were as steady as a surgeon’s hands. The shaking would come, she was positive of it. She looked again for what woke her. The room was cast in shadows with a beam of moonlight coming through the window to highlight Cal’s face.

  There wasn’t a sound in the room, surprisingly Cal didn’t snore. That was a plus as far as she was concerned. She clutched the bed spread as she felt a quaking. Looking down at her chest, she bit her bottom lip. Soon it would be time. It was as unavoidable as the rise and the set of the sun. She grimaced. There was a good chance she wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun rise; she better enjoy the one that would happen today.

  The thought of Santa coming made her smile through misty eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she received a Christmas gift. That wasn’t exactly true, they did a gift exchange at work, unfortunately no one who even half liked her ever got her name. Pausing for a minute, she gave a dramatic sigh bringing herself back to the present. She wanted to be alive tomorrow, to give out her gifts, and see the faces of everyone as she surprised them.

  Maybe, just maybe, Cal would have a gift or two for her under the tree. She didn’t want to get greedy, but it would be nice. Her hand rose to rub at her chest; it was aching but it wasn’t time. She rubbed the ring on her finger, smiling as she remembered Cal giving it to her. Already he had given her so many thing. The most magnificent of them was his love.

  She grinned as she thought about her conversation with Vick and Mckayla yesterday.

  “Is everyone ready for a visit from Santa?” She was sitting on the floor with them playing a board game and sipping hot cider. That was the life.

  “Santa doesn’t exist,” Mckayla said, using her most grown up voice to impart that bit of wisdom.

  “Yes he does,” Vick replied in his manliest of voices, “but he doesn’t come to our house.”

  “Then how do you know he’s real?” Mckayla’s chin jutted up in the air.

  “Because I know him.” Vicks arms went across his chest to counter her move.

  “No you don’t.”

  “Yes I do.”

  “Then why doesn’t he bring you presents?” Mckayla’s voice took on the high soprano note that only little girls seemed to be able to reach.

  “He said mommy and daddy have way too much money and don’t need him to give me gifts.”

  “Oh.” She was a little deflated by that news. “He never brought me gifts.”

  Tears shimmered in her big brown eyes and she wiped them away with a shrug.

  “Not that I need gifts from him anyway.”

  Paige leaned over and picked her up, holding her tight in her arms.

  “Everyone needs gifts, Mckayla. There will be lots under the tree for you.”

  Mckayla nodded her head and sniffed before kissing Paige on her cheek.

  “I like you, Miss Paige.”

  “I like you too, Aunt Paige.” Vick hugged her around her neck and kissed her on her cheek.

  “Is there really a Santa Claus?” Mckayla asked, her voice low with longing.

  “There really is, but he goes to the houses of the kids who may never know love first. I don’t know where he goes after that.”

  “Oh, my mom loves me.”

  “Your blessed, Mckayla. To be loved by a parent is amazing.”

  Mckayla beamed at them. “Your mom loves you too, Vick.”

  “My dad love’s me, too.”

  “I don’t have a dad.”

  “That’s ok, maybe your mommy can get you a new dad and then you will have one too.”

  Mckayla perked up. “That’s a perfect idea. I can help to pick him out.”

  “Wait, Mckayla I think you should let your mom do the picking if she even wants a new man in her life.”

  “We’ll talk about it later,” Vick’s voice was low when he said it. Mckayla nodded and they both cast Paige sideways looks. She pretended she didn’t hear them.

  She chuckled, moving on the bed trying not to wake Cal. They both held special places in her heart. She would miss them. Shaking her head, she thought positively. They would win—end of story.

  Cal’s body morphed; one moment the Arbrin laid there, now the Matra took over. He reached over and lifted her, placing her on his chest. She snuggled into him. There was nothing quite like lying on his huge chest listening to the beat of his heart.

  “What’s wrong, Sunshine?” his deep voice rumbled low and soft.

  She giggled because she couldn’t help it. Every time he tried to whisper in his Matra form she would dissolve into laughter. It simply amused her to try and listen to his deep voice come out softly and reassuring.

  “I’m starting to feel a few twinges, they woke me up, but I’m ok. I was just thinking about Christmas day.”

  “We’ll greet Christmas together, Paige, no matter where we are.”

  Nodding her head, she closed her eyes. She would need whatever energy she had later. Steeped in the masculine smell of Cal with a smile on her face, sleep claimed her.

  “Victor,” Cal reached out to his brother.

  “It’s late, Calix.”

  Cal smiled; his brother always resorted to his full name whenever he was concerned about him.

  “Were you able to get it?”

  “Yeah, now go to sleep, you will need your energy.”

  “Night, big brother.”

  “Night, little brother.”

  Cal closed his eyes. The love in his brother’s voice made him feel a little less worried.

  *~*~*~*

  “Stop stalling or we’re going to miss breakfast.”

  “Cal, it’s ok, I can cook a little. Believe me, I’ll feed you.”

  He walked over and gave Paige a lingering kiss on the lips. “It’s not that, Sunshine, I just want to…”

  Paige stood and dressed quickly, she didn’t want to face the day. Didn’t want the time to slip through her fingers when once again she would be fighting for her life. In her reluctance, dare she admit it, her selfishness was preventing Cal from spending time with his family.

  “Ready.” She gave him a bright smile refusing to let the trembling insid
e show on her lips or hands.

  “Paige.”

  “No, Cal, we’re in this together and you’re right, this is the time for family, we’ll be alone soon enough.”

  They waked down the stairs hand in hand, Cal’s thumb rubbed against her hand making her feel loved. There were two seats waiting for them along with a small box on one of the plates.

  “Cal?” she turned to look at him.

  He drew her over to the table pulling out the chair before she sat and pushing her back in. His strength always amazed her.

  “Merry Christmas, Paige.”

  “But it’s not Christmas.”

  “Then Merry early Christmas, Sunshine. Open it.”

  Paige blinked fast the tears wouldn’t be stopped this time. It didn’t matter to her what the gift was, what mattered was that it was a gift. She wanted to rip the paper off and open it. Instead she practiced self-control making the moment last. She slid her pinky finger under the taped edge gently opening it without ripping the paper. Once the tape was off, she slowly unwrapped the gift savoring the fact that it was wrapped specially for her.

  The paper came away to reveal a beautiful velvet box. Her stomach churned hoping, wondering, and refusing to believe it could be what she hoped it was. She ran her hand over the top enjoying the feel of it against the palm of her hand. She looked up to see every eye patiently watching her. Taking a deep gulp of air she moved to the opening of the box and flipped it open.

  The gasps in the room were barely heard over hers.

  “Cal!” She jumped up and threw herself into his arms never letting the box go.

  He set her on her feet and took the box before going down on one knee.

  “Paige, in the hustle and bustle of soul bonding and falling madly in love with you, I never asked you the most important question. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife forever?”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  She slid down into his arms holding out her hand as he slipped the ring on her finger. She lifted her hand gazing at the pear cut diamond ring in awe.