Possessive Alien Mate

by Sue Mercury

  Tyra flushed. She hadn’t thought the whole thing out. How would Aunt Tammy react when her husband was hauled off to jail forever? Would she feel sadness or relief? Tyra wasn’t sure, but she knew how to help her aunt remain in her home and keep paying her bills. “My aunt doesn’t work outside the home, but I received a deposit of ten thousand galactic credits in my account after my application to become a Martian’s bride was accepted. I wasn’t sure what to do with the money yet—I didn’t want my uncle to get his hands on it—but if he’s been put away for good, I can have the money transferred to her.”

  “Are you certain that’s what you want to do?”

  “Yes, I am.” Tyra’s relationship with her aunt would always be complicated, and she still wasn’t even sure if she wished to speak to the woman. But, she had some fond memories of her aunt. The woman had been particularly kind to her when she was much younger, before her uncle’s drinking had gotten worse and he’d forced Tyra to start working at his seedy bar.

  “All right,” Rem said, pulling back from her. “You may use the video comm to complete the transfer into your aunt’s account whenever you would like. Your uncle will be jailed within the hour. I swear it on the Gods.” He gave her one last kiss, promised to be home in time for dinner, and finally left for work.

  Within the hour. Would Tyra’s nightmares about her uncle stop once he was locked away where he would never hurt anyone again? God, she hoped so. She also hoped her aunt didn’t mourn his absence. She reminded herself of all the times he’d pushed Aunt Tammy down or worse during one of his rages. She was doing the right thing by locking him away, even if her aunt did miss him at first.

  She soon departed their bedroom and entered the balcony on the far side of the house that had a perfect view of the city. As she gazed at the alien landscape, marveling at the ships that zipped through the clear blue sky, she started to feel a sense of purpose for the first time in a long time.

  She was doing good by asking Rem to lock her uncle away, and she started to think about the other well-known criminals in Bismarck who’d gotten away with worse crimes than Uncle Sebastian. Fear had always kept her and everyone else in her town silent. But she wasn’t on Earth anymore. The criminals from her city couldn’t hurt her, even if they did find out she’d ratted them out to the authorities.

  How would Rem react if she gave him a detailed list of the harmful and very illegal activities that had been causing her city to go downhill during the last few years? She’d seen and heard a lot of crazy things at the bar. She knew everyone’s name, who they worked for, and what kind of disreputable dealings they were involved in. The few friends she had in Bismarck longed to escape the city, but none of them had the means to do so, and she’d felt guilty leaving them behind, particularly the other waitresses who worked at her uncle’s bar.

  She rushed to the stack of books she’d placed on the bedside table, searching for the diary she’d brought. She slipped the pen off the side, sat down on the bed, and ripped out a blank page, intent to get to work.

  She only hoped Rem would help.

  Chapter 18

  When Rem arrived home, he was met with the delicious smell of… something. He wasn’t certain what Tyra was cooking, but he’d barely set foot inside his home and his mouth was already watering. He strode through the house in search of Tyra. He found her as she was placing a large pot on the dining room table.

  She looked up with a smile when he entered. He rounded the table and opened his arms, and his heart warmed when she rushed into his embrace. He hugged her to his chest and pressed a kiss to her cheek, thankful to finally be home with his mate. He had missed her today and had caught himself staring at the time on his wrist comm more than once.

  “I missed you,” she said, peering up at him from under her thick eyelashes.

  “I missed you, too, my Tyra.” He kissed her cheek again. “Whatever you made for dinner smells delicious, and I am famished.”

  “Thanks. I don’t have much experience cooking, but I did bring one of my mother’s old cookbooks with me and I replicated the ingredients, then made the meal by hand.” She sat down when he pulled her chair out for her, and he couldn’t resist kissing the top of her head. Gods, he wanted to kiss her all over right now, but he didn’t want to interrupt the meal she’d obviously worked so hard to prepare, so he moved to his seat across from her.

  “Um, Rem?” she asked, her expression falling slightly.

  “Yes?”

  “I hate to spoil the good mood, but I must know,” she said. “Has he been taken care of yet? My uncle, that is.”

  “Yes. He’s currently in jail. I spoke directly with the enforcers who dragged him away from his bar.” He reached across the table to take Tyra’s hand, squeezing it gently as he held her gaze, praying this news pleased her.

  “Thank you,” she said, her visage all at once brightening. “Now, let’s eat.”

  “What is this called?” he asked, staring at the dish.

  “Lasagna. Since you liked the spaghetti I replicated the other day, I thought you might enjoy this as well. Oh! I forgot the garlic bread and salad!” She jumped from her seat and hurried back to the kitchen, only to return moments later holding the dishes she’d forgotten.

  Rem took a bite of the lasagna and couldn’t suppress a moan. It was similar to the spaghetti, though the noodles were long and flat and there was a delicious cheese filling that mingled with the tomato sauce. There was also a different kind of cheese on top of the whole thing, though it was melty and gooey. He took another bite and met Tyra’s eyes.

  “Lasagna is my new favorite Earth food,” he declared. “Tyra, this is wonderful. Thank you for preparing such a delicious meal.”

  “You really like it? My, um, uncle always said I was a lousy cook.”

  Rem repressed a growl at the mention of the relative who had tormented her so, the very uncle who was now facing a lifetime in prison. “I love it,” he said, “and I think you are a wonderful cook.”

  She grinned. “Try the garlic bread. And the salad. I made the dressing from scratch, too.”

  He tried both and was pleasantly surprised. Vegetables weren’t always his favorite food, but the dressing she’d used on the salad was tasty and the garlic bread was unlike any bread he’d tried before. “You must make this entire meal again soon,” he said. “It’s amazing.” His cheeks started to hurt and it took him a second to realize it was because he was smiling so much.

  “I’m so glad you like it.” She beamed at him as she reached for a slice of garlic bread. “My dad actually used to make this when I was a kid. He always told me it was my mother’s secret recipe.”

  He liked hearing her speak about her parents. He liked it when she shared information about her life on Earth, as it made him feel closer to her. She had seemed guarded about her past when she’d first arrived on Mars, but she had started opening up to him recently and he treasured their interactions when she did so. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps he ought to open up to her. He thought about his one dark secret. Would Tyra wish to know about Bethamma?

  He mulled this thought while they told each other about their days. She’d spent the day reading, talking to several friends from Zone 15 via the video comm, gazing out the windows at the landscape, which she claimed she couldn’t get enough of, and figuring out what to prepare for dinner. He told her about his guard duties, and he also explained the recent change of Martian leadership to her, telling her of King Vaath’s treacherous father and how the new king had banished his father from the Martian Empire after discovering he’d aided the anti-Earther movement.

  “Anti-Earther movement?” she asked. “That doesn’t sound good.”

  “We have rounded up all the members of the organization and believe they are no longer a threat. The leaders have been put to the death or banished, and those who held lesser positions are currently imprisoned. We take the safety of females on our planet very seriously, human females and Marttiaxoxalian females alike.�
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  “Well,” she said, “I’m glad the anti-Earthers no longer pose any danger. That’s sad they didn’t agree with Marttiaxoxalian-human mating unions. The way I see it, such unions benefit both your people and mine, though I’ll admit not all the human women aboard the spacecraft that brought us to Mars were happy to leave Earth. Many of them had fallen upon difficult circumstances and felt they had no other choice. I felt sorry for some of them, though I tried to convince them traveling here to become a Martian’s bride was a good thing, a brand-new beginning.”

  “From what I have observed of Marttiaxoxalian-human mating unions, most of them are happy. Many of my fellow guards have taken human females as mates. The king is encouraging it, in fact.” He considered telling her that the king had ordered him to take Tyra as his mate, but he quickly decided against it. He didn’t want her to think that he hadn’t wanted her. It no longer mattered what he used to desire, because, by the Gods, he wanted her now, and he would destroy anyone who came between him and his beloved mate.

  She belonged to him. Forever.

  Chapter 19

  Once she was ready for bed, Tyra found Rem on the balcony off their bedroom. He had a blanket waiting and wrapped her in it the moment she stepped outside. Tonight was warmer than usual though, and she didn’t mind the cool evenings, as the days were warm and humid and even a cold night on Mars likely wouldn’t compare to the brutal winters of Zone 15.

  “There’s a meteor shower tonight. Look,” he said, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke, sending a delightful shudder through her.

  She lifted her gaze to the sky and gasped. She’d rarely glimpsed the stars while on Earth, so seeing a clear night on Mars with meteors streaking across the sky was a sight to behold. “It’s amazing,” she said.

  They stood on the balcony, watching the falling stars as the noise of nighttime insects swelled around them. Hours might’ve passed, Tyra wasn’t sure, but she was content to remain wrapped in the blanket in her mate’s strong arms as she basked in the ethereal beauty of the Martian night.

  Once the meteor shower ended, Rem swept her up into his arms and carried her back inside, his dark gaze glimmering with heat as he stared down at her. Warmth abruptly pulsed in her womanly core when he placed her upon the bed and hovered over her, stroking her hair and occasionally uttering something to her in his native tongue.

  She had no idea what he was saying, but she decided not to ask, for she liked the mystery of it. For all she knew, he might be telling her that he loved her. She brightened at the prospect, because she was starting to truly care about the big green alien. She had missed him tremendously today and had had plenty of time to examine her growing affection for him, and she’d come to the conclusion that he was starting to steal her heart.

  He gathered her close and captured her lips in a kiss that was so achingly tender, she became putty in his very capable hands. Her head swam as he gradually deepened the kiss, and moments later after he’d finished divesting them both of their clothing, when he pressed her down upon the bed, his hardened cock was throbbing against her thigh. She reached down and for the first time, wrapped her hand around his huge male appendage. It pulsed in her hand and felt so hot to the touch that she gasped and almost released him. But the growls of pleasure rumbling forth from him encouraged her to keep hold of his cock, and when she stroked her hand down the steely hard length of him, he threaded his fingers through her locks and gave them a tug, forcing her head back and causing her gaze to collide with his.

  “I want to taste you, my sweet mate,” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “Lean back on the pillow and be a good girl and spread your legs.”

  Exhaling a shuddering breath, she rested back on the pillow and slowly parted her thighs, heat quaking through her at the feral look in Rem’s dark gaze. Anticipation built as he kissed his way down from her neck to her stomach, before he traveled even lower and began trailing his tongue along her inner thighs.

  Oh God.

  She was throbbing for him, waiting for the first graze of his tongue upon her aching parts, despite being a little embarrassed by what he was about to do. She had never imagined he would want to kiss her down there, but she couldn’t deny that she was more than intrigued.

  He forced her legs wider apart and finally settled himself between her thighs, the heat of his breath hitting her delicate flesh and making her quiver anew.

  “Your clit is poking out from your pink folds, little human. So beautiful,” he said, each word spoken sending a puff of warmth against her, causing her to squirm around in desperation. If he didn’t touch her there soon, where she was aching the most fervently, she was going to explode.

  She whimpered and stared down at him, shooting him a pleading look, even though his gaze was focused solely on the area between her thighs.

  “Who do you belong to, Tyra? I want to hear you say it again.”

  “You!” she nearly shouted. “I-I belong to you, Rem.”

  He reached for her throbbing parts and cupped her pussy, pushing the heel of his hard palm down upon her clit. Curse words escaped her as her desire mounted, though she uttered them in English, somehow unable to recall the proper translations in Galactic Common, her mind had become so muddled in the face of her growing need.

  She moaned in relief and pleasure when he finally removed his hand and ran his tongue over her swollen nubbin. She jerked in place and parted her thighs wider, her entire body trembling and convulsing. He parted her folds and paid homage to her clit, drawing his tongue around it with the perfect amount of pressure.

  Slowly, he increased the pace of his swirls and also pressed down harder upon her clit, driving her to whimper repeatedly as her hips lurched and she pushed her center to his face.

  A deep moan left her when she felt him inching two, or possibly three, thick fingers inside her, plunging deep as he continued his relentless assault on her clit.

  “Rem,” she said, repeating his name over and over. She couldn’t stop whimpering and moaning and making all sorts of noises she had never heard herself make before. While they’d had sex several times since her arrival here, and she had climaxed during each of these mating sessions, she had never experienced such a deliciously torturous build-up of pleasure before.

  When her orgasm finally hit her, she grasped for Rem’s head and held onto the thick base of his horns while she ground her center to his mouth, coming apart as she cried out in the throes of the most intense release she had ever experienced.

  Even after the climax ended, fading jolts of ecstasy kept seizing her, making her thrash slightly on the bed. She sighed softly as he withdrew his fingers from her center, still quivering and gasping for breath. He gathered her in his arms and pressed a kiss atop her head. Feeling delirious in the aftermath of the intense climax, she snuggled into his big strong arms and closed her eyes, allowing herself to float in the moment of bliss.

  “Don’t fall asleep, my sweet mate,” Rem said, stroking her hair, “I am not finished with you yet.”

  Chapter 20

  Rem’s cock ached as he held Tyra in his arms, but he planned to allow her enough time to recover. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her essence, and his manhood hardened further.

  Whenever she squirmed slightly in his lap, it was all he could do to refrain from pushing her down on the bed and shoving his length into the sweetness between her quivering thighs.

  Eventually, her breathing became more regulated and she shifted back and peered up at him, her gaze filled with satisfaction. She looked fatigued, but he still didn’t plan to allow her to sleep anytime soon. After being away from her for most of the day, he found he couldn’t get enough of her. He longed to take her again and again.

  A smile played about her lips and she sighed. “Mm. Rem, that was… unexpected. And wonderful. I feel as though I’m floating right now.”

  The scent of her arousal was strong in the air and he took a long inhale, desire heating his blood so intensely that he felt perspirati
on gathering about his temples. Fluxx, he needed to be inside her now. He eyed her pink, kissable lips and came to a quick decision.

  He cupped her face and stared at her intently. “I want you to stand up, move to the center of the room, Tyra, and get down on your knees.”

  She gave him a quizzical look. “On my hands and knees?”

  “No, just your knees.” He guided her off the bed, helping her to stand up. “I’m going to teach you how to take a cock in your mouth.”

  Her pretty dark eyes widened and she flushed, though she offered no protest. A moment later, the scent of her essence increased in the air and he noticed her pressing her thighs together. Her nipples were tight pink buds and her sudden increasing breaths drew his attention to her ample bosom. Gods, she was a creature of exquisite beauty.

  He watched as she got into place, her movements slow as she walked to the center of the room and then sank down on her knees. She peered at him, her eyes growing even wider, as he approached her while fisting his cock. His balls drew up tight and his length jerked when he felt her breath upon the tip of it.

  He pushed the tip toward her lips. “Open,” he commanded. “Open up and take me inside your mouth.”

  Tyra eyed Rem’s massive length dubiously. He was so huge, she had no idea how she would manage to suck his cock. Apprehension flowed through her, even as the quaking between her thighs reignited, causing her clit to throb unbearably despite the fact that she’d come only minutes ago.

  Her nipples had grown so tight that they almost burned, and her breasts felt achy and heavy. She longed for Rem to reach out and caress her bosom, but she knew she must obey his order and start sucking his cock. First, she needed to take the huge appendage into her mouth. She exhaled a deep breath and then parted her lips. A drop of precum gleamed on the tip of his manhood, and as he nudged the tip into her mouth, she savored the salty essence of his seed.