Alien Sentinel's Mate

by Mina Carter

  Lady goddess, she was beautiful when she was mad. Her eyes narrowed. Seeing her intent before she moved, he shoved a hard hand into her hair to stop her escaping. He stepped forward to trap her between his larger, harder body and the bed.

  She glared up at him and he found himself caught in his own trap. She squirmed, and the pressure of her curvy body against his, with his cock at full mast and trapped between them, was almost too much to bear.

  “Absolute obedience,” he reminded her, gritting his teeth. He would not lose control like a youth with his first female. “And I will not lie. Deal?”

  “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” she gasped, surprise flowing over her features. “Seriously? That was your takeaway from all that? For god’s sake, you Lathar are so fucking literal!”

  He growled, but his grip in her hair gentled when she stopped struggling. “You said I can’t lie to you if we become mates. That is acceptable. I agree to your terms.”

  Lifting his other hand, he smoothed the pad of his thumb over her full lips. “I will never lie to you, kelarris. You have my word on that.”

  She lifted her chin. “Perhaps I don’t want to become mates. Ever thought of that, huh?”

  Growling, he gripped her jaw to make her look up at him.

  “We will become mates. Your actions in here earlier and offer just now indicated your willingness for the idea. Unless…” He paused and looked down at her. “Your actions earlier were to play me for some reason.”

  The thought made his blood boil. She said his people were literal, but humans were tricksters, saying one thing and meaning another. The idea that she would go so far as to nearly bed him to gain her own ends hit him like a hammer blow. And she had the audacity to accuse him of lying?

  “Is this what you do?” he demanded, his grip tightening on her jaw as he made her look at him. “Seduce males to bend them to your will? How many others? Who?” He snarled. “I’ll kill them all. You’re mine.”

  “No!” She gasped, the stricken look on her face enough to hold his temper. “I haven’t… wouldn’t do that!”

  Her hands smoothed over his chest and shoulders with soft, butterfly touches designed to soothe and placate him as she pressed closer.

  “Swear it,” he demanded. The idea of her seducing any other warrior was enough to put him on a knife’s edge, but she couldn’t have. He’d been aboard the vessel that had rescued her from the colony that had been attacked by the juvenile Krin, and he’d been assigned to protect her ever since. She hadn’t even looked at any other male in all that time. He would have known.

  Her eyes were big and wide as she looked up at him. “Seren, I promise. I haven’t so much as looked at another man since I met you.”

  Truth leached out through her pores, dominating her scent, and he grumbled in the center of his chest, his pride and ego appeased. His grip gentled on her jaw as he leaned down, whispering an almost kiss over her lips.

  She softened against him, a small catch in her throat as she chased his lips and he smiled. She was amenable to becoming his mate. Even, if her physical responses were to be believed, craved it... so why was she still arguing?

  “You’re mine,” he rumbled, denying her the kiss she wanted. “Say it. Now.”

  * * *

  He needed to hear the words. The thought hit Gracie as he held himself away from her, his lips achingly close but not giving her the pleasure she wanted… needed from him. This big, snarly, dangerous alien warrior wouldn’t touch her until she gave him the go ahead.

  He hadn’t asked her, but she didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was him and the way he made her feel.

  “Yours,” she agreed softly, lowering her gaze as a flush hit her cheeks. Even as she gave in to him, said the word, she knew it was the truth. She’d been his from the moment she’d laid eyes on him back on the colony planet.

  He growled softly in response, the deep sound more like a purr as he pulled her closer. His hand slid into her hair again and he tilted her head back.

  This time when he claimed her lips it was not a gentle whisper. It was a full-on assault of heat and need. She moaned, the sound lost in the midst of their passion as heat flared like an inferno between them. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, her nails digging in as she tried to get closer.

  Parting her lips, she surrendered to him, tangling her tongue with his as he pushed her back onto the bed, falling with her. They ended up in a tangle of limbs, his harder body pressing hers into the softness of the mattress.

  Breaking away from her lips with a small, rumbled purr, he looked down at her. The expression in his eyes took her breath away. He gave a small, wicked smile, the edges of his fangs peeking out as he captured her hands. A small sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, escaped her as he pinned them over her head.

  She lifted up as much as she could and claimed his lips for herself, nipping softly at his lower lip to make him open up before sliding her tongue against his fangs. They were sharp, but he’d stilled enough not to cut her.

  “You like them,” he murmured when she pulled away. It was a statement, not a question. Heat had darkened his eyes, but there was an edge of surprise in his voice.

  “Yes,” she nodded. “Now enough talking, kiss me again.”

  He did, thrusting a hard knee between her thighs as his mouth ravaged hers. He wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t need or want that. All this time she’d thought him as soft and gentle, but he wasn’t. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing among the other Lathar.

  His kisses were electric, heat arching through her body and every inch of her skin alive as he swept a hand down her curves. She arched up against him, the sensual captivity flicking a switch inside her as she rubbed her leg along his. The skirts of the beautiful gown parted, letting her slide her foot along his leg.

  Tearing his lips from hers, he nudged her chin up to kiss along her neck. She shivered as his hand swept up her thigh and pushed the fabric of her skirts up to her waist.

  “Do you know what the good thing about Latharian gowns is?” he murmured, nipping at her ear lobe lightly.

  “No?” she gasped, barely managing to frame the query as he reached under her skirt. She’d had no underwear to put on after her shower earlier. His questing fingers met bare flesh that quivered at his touch.

  “Easy access.” His lips blazed a trail down her neck to the ties at her shoulders. “Designed for a male to pleasure his female whenever… wherever… however she needs.”

  “Oh god…”

  Her words were a whisper on the air as he tugged on the tie at her neck with his teeth. Somehow the gown unraveled itself, sliding from her body to reveal her to him.

  His hand still pinning her wrists just above her head, he looked down, his gaze sweeping her body. Heat mounted in her cheeks as his expression tightened and he pushed her legs further apart. As he watched her, his clever fingers found her core, sweeping through the slick folds of her pussy.

  “So hot and wet…” he leaned down to murmur, the words a hairsbreadth from her lips. Before she could answer, he parted her and slid a finger deep inside her. She gasped, her back arching at the penetration. Her needy pussy clenched around his invading digit, her hips rocking as he pulled back and then thrust in again, adding a second finger to fuck her.

  “Oh god… yes!” she closed her eyes as her body tightened, a shiver rolling over her skin. She arched against him, pulling on her wrists. “Please… I need to touch you.”

  He growl-purred again, the soft sound getting to her on a primal level, and let go. She wrapped herself around him, her hand winding around the back of his neck to pull him down so she could claim his lips. Her kiss was hard and desperate. She needed more… needed him to touch her. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against her clit, trapping it between them as he stroked and circled…

  Her sharp cry was muffled by his lips as she shattered, coming hard in a hot rush over his fingers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, his hands and lips in perfect sy
nchrony as he drew her pleasure out. He didn’t give her any mercy. No rest. Just pushed her through her release and started to build her up into another.

  “Seren, please,” she begged, her hand sliding over his chest and down to cup him boldly. “I can’t… I need you.”

  He nipped at her lower lip, the sharp bite of his fangs making her gasp and then moan. “Mine.”

  “Yes, yours,” she agreed in a rush as she stroked him through his pants. He was huge, his cock rock hard and throbbing even through the fabric. “Please, just… now!”

  He growled, sliding his hand from her and shoving hers out of the way to tear at the opening of his pants. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air and a second later he was free, his cock leaping hot and hard into her hand.

  She stifled her moan and wrapped her fingers around him eagerly. He was even bigger than she recalled. Bigger than earlier. Her pussy ached, clenching with anticipation.

  “Gonna have to let me go, kelarris,” he rumbled, amusement in his voice at her grip on his cock like it was her new favorite toy. She grumbled at him, sliding a finger over the broad head as he shifted into position. His thighs parted hers wider, so wide she was completely open to him and anything he wanted to do to her.

  She bit her lip as she felt him against her, hot and hard. He held her gaze as he pressed forward and parted her around him. He was big, larger than any man she’d taken before, but he’d prepared her well. She felt only the slightest bite of pain as he pushed in, stretching her and filling her inch by hard inch as he drove within.

  Neither of them spoke, their gazes locked as they were caught up in their own erotic spell. With each breath they shared, their heartbeats synced as he thrust harder, sliding into her in one long ride of pure sensation.

  Then he was in her completely, his hips against hers as his cock stretched her to the limit. Her nails had bitten into his shoulder, the two of them frozen in an erotic tableau as she waited… his heartbeat throbbed through his cock in the depths of her tightly stretched pussy. She swallowed, biting her lip as he braced himself over her. It was the most charged and erotic moment she’d ever known in her life.

  The burn of his possession, of being stretched around him, faded and she sighed. The soft release of her breath triggered the need to move. One so powerful she ached with it, rocking her hips against his. He growled, and the spell was broken. Surging into movement, he pulled back and slid into her again. And again. His jaw tightened, his expression nearly feral as he sped up, slamming into her. He took her with a power and fury that slammed the bed against the wall.

  And she reveled in it. Gloried in it and screamed his name as she came again and again. The pleasure from one release rolled into the next until she didn’t know where one ended and the next began. With each roll of her hips, she urged him on, to greater and greater heights.

  Then he was there, a snarl on his lips as he tangled his hand in her hair, yanking her head back as he thrust into her hard. The cords stood out in his neck as he came, his cock jerking and pulsing inside her, bathing her inner walls with his scorching hot seed. A vicious howl of triumph echoed from the back of his throat, and then he dropped his head to find the curve of her neck and shoulder.

  And bit her.

  13

  “You bit me. I can’t believe you actually fucking bit me.”

  “You enjoyed it, though. Didn’t you?” Seren’s voice was lazily amused as she lay cuddled up against him, drawing patterns on his broad chest with her fingertips.

  She was pleasantly exhausted, her body still tingling from their lovemaking—if the explosion of passion could even be considered lovemaking. She wasn’t sure. It had been entirely too raw and primal for that.

  “Yes, but that’s not the point. You bit me. Is that even normal?”

  She turned her head to look up at him. He looked even more wolfish than usual. Almost as if here on his home-world and with her in his arms, he didn’t see the point in hiding what he was anymore.

  He met her gaze levelly, without deceit as he’d promised. “For me, it is.”

  Irritation and something else filled her. “How many other women have you bitten?” she demanded.

  “Why? Does it matter?” He raised an eyebrow, his hand sweeping down her naked back in slow, skin-tingling strokes. She knew he wasn’t tired, the semi-hard cock pressing against her stomach proof of that, so his insistence that they rest a while wasn’t for his benefit.

  “Yes, it matters!” she hissed, slapping his chest as she tried to shove away from him and get off the bed. Men! They were the same no matter what species. Pain in the ass, irritating—

  She didn’t get very far, his arm snaking around her and hauling her close. He held her captive, pressed against the solid wall of his chest as he looked down into her eyes.

  “I have never bitten another female,” he said in a low rumble, bringing his free hand up to scoop her hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I never wanted to until I met you.”

  Oh. Okay, that was sweet. Even verging on romantic… if they weren’t talking about him actually biting her.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

  They really were quite lovely, a combination of the blue of all the seas she’d ever seen, both terrestrial and spatial. Even his pupils were slightly more rounded than normal for a Lathar.

  If he wasn’t so big, she could almost believe he was human… if he was asleep and not looking at her. The instant he did, something about his expression and the intelligence in his eyes warned her that he was not anything close to human. She wasn’t even sure he was close to Lathar.

  “Gracie?” he prompted, a hint of his fang grazing his lip with his smile as she disappeared into her own thoughts for a moment. “Did I hurt you, kelarris?”

  She shook her head, lifting a hand to touch her neck. “No, you surprised me more than anything, but then…”

  Heat hit her cheeks, her body tightening at the memory of the orgasm that had slammed through her following his bite. She’d never come that hard or fast before. Ever.

  His rumble of amusement was deep and sinful. “This is why the rest of the Lathar don’t want a Vorr anywhere near females. They’re afraid we’d steal them all and there would be no more Lathar. Only Vorr.”

  Interest filled her as she settled over him, tucked against his chest with her legs on either side of his lean hips. His cock had flared to life as soon as she’d straddled him and lay trapped beneath them like a hot, hard iron bar. She shivered a little, still amazed she’d been able to take all of him.

  “Explain about the Vorr. Why do the Lathar hate you guys so much?” she asked idly, concealing her interest. A division of this depth within the Latharian forces… that was actionable intelligence, something she could pass on to command. If she ever got back to Earth, that was. “I thought you were all the same species?”

  His lips quirked and she caught sight of the edge of his fangs again. He had both upper and lower ones, but only the top were sharp. The bottom were bigger and heavier, but he concealed those more.

  “We are, and we’re not.”

  He paused for a moment, a small frown creasing his brow as though he were marshaling his thoughts. At her look he smiled. “Trying to condense millennia of history and politics into something you’ll understand is… challenging.”

  “Hey!” She reared back. “Are you calling me stupid?”

  “No, no…” His hand snapped out, cradling the back of her neck as he stopped her escaping again.

  She held rigid in his grasp, rather liking the way he controlled her movements but not prepared to admit it just yet. Not to him…hell, she barely wanted to admit it to herself.

  “It’s a lot of politics, love. And I’d much rather kiss you,” he murmured, his callused thumb stroking the side of her neck over where he’d bitten her. It was healed somehow, the touch of his lips and tongue sealing the wound over, but it was sensitive, as though the bite had changed the very n
ature of the skin and made it more sensitive. The touch soothed her, and she relaxed against him with a small sigh and a nod.

  “So talk,” she whispered, her hands smoothing over his broad shoulders as heat began to mount in her blood again. “And make it quick?”

  He nodded, pulling her down so he could graze his lips over the side of her neck. Each time they brushed the bite, she shivered again, liquid heat escaping her to bathe his shaft caught between them.

  “Before the empire, there were the princes. Seven of them,” he murmured, spreading his thighs to settle her more securely in his lap. “The princedoms existed much as the clans exist today, in a complex web of alliances and treaties to ensure peace. Until the Tanel came.”

  “The Tanel?” she gasped as he rocked his hips against her, the hardness of his engorged shaft pressing and rubbing against her needy clit.

  He nodded, nipping at her earlobe. “A vicious, warlike race. They threatened to wipe out the princedoms and enslave every free being to use them for food or entertainment. But one of the princes saw the threat. He unified us and became the first emperor.”

  Her nails bit into his upper arms as she rocked her hips against him, seeking more stimulation. It was hard to keep her mind on what he was saying, but it was important.

  “He sounds sensible. But that doesn’t explain why the Lathar hate the Vorr.”

  “Oh, that’s easy,” he murmured, his hands slipping down her body to her hips. His grip hard, he made her slide up and down against him, each long slow ride making her shudder in reaction.

  “The first emperor was Kayan Vorr. My ancestor.”

  She blinked, fighting her arousal and growing need to look at him in surprise. “So… if you’re a direct descendant from the first guy, why aren’t you on the throne? And why do they hate you?”

  “Because of the way Kayan defeated the Tanel. All Lathar are genetically adapted for something. Hunting, heavy gravity worlds, aquatic environments. Kayan started that process and they hated him for it.”