“T’lan, please.” She writhed against him as he parted her lips and plunged a finger deep within, then another, and then the third, stretching her until she cried out. His thumb reached up to circle her clit and her body tightened.
“No. With me.” He pulled his hand away and she tried to close her legs futilely around the retreating digits. He reared over her. Huge, savage, alien, and everything she had ever wanted.
“You will take me now. I claim you, my L’chka.”
“I’m yours. Please, now.”
With a roar he settled over her, his cock seeking the soaking entrance to her body but even with all his training, the fit was impossibly tight. He pushed harder and the huge head stretched her wider and wider until he finally entered her.
“Oh.” Her eyes went wide with shock. He was so big, he was splitting her apart. But he didn’t stop. He kept pushing, stretching her to her maximum. Despite the wetness easing his way, it hurt, oh God, it hurt, but then he stroked a finger across her clit and she exploded. Her vision disappeared in a flash of white light as her body tried to clench down, unable to make any inroads on the enormous intruder invading her body.
“Fuck, M’lee. Your little cunt… so tight… so hot.” T’lan raised up as he worked himself deeper, eyes focused on where he entered her body. Her orgasm barely touched the surface of what he was doing. She could still feel the stretch, feel the pain, but pleasure fought against it. The textured surface set off new fireworks of sensation with each inch he gained. Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more, he would stroke her clit and her hips would lift up against him until at last, he was buried completely in her body. He stopped there, body shaking as he looked down at her.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed, pinned helplessly beneath him.
He moved, pulling his cock back even as her body clung desperately to his, the sensation of his withdrawal almost as overwhelming as his entrance had been. She felt each rolling swell of his undulating shaft as he moved. Her pussy fluttered, trying to accommodate the intruder, and he groaned. He stopped with the massive head of his cock still lodged inside her body and then thrust forward, sending sparks of excitement through her veins. Pain and pleasure fought for dominance but then he stroked the swollen nub again and pleasure took over. She encircled his hips with her legs, urging him closer. He thrust again and again, his speed increasing as her body eased open. One hand grabbed her ass and pulled it against him, going impossibly deeper. Her body convulsed as she came again, still trying to clamp down on that iron-hard cock plunged inside her but there was no room.
T’lan growled and came down over her, one hand beneath her head, the other still clasping her ass as he pistoned harder, deeper, as if he could bury himself in her body, his muscles tensing until he threw back his head as he exploded. A rush of hot liquid flooded her pussy and she came again, her body shaking. He collapsed over her, moving just enough to avoid crushing her with his weight. Her legs trembled too much to retain their clasp on his hips so she let them fall to the ground, but she brought her arms up around his neck, stroking the damp skin.
T’lan finally raised his head. The savagery had disappeared from his features as he smiled down at her.
“My L’chka.”
“My warrior.” Deep inside her, she felt his cock throb at her words and an aftershock rolled through her. He began to pull back and she winced, the entire area between her thighs throbbing as the endorphins wore off. He stilled.
“Was I too rough, little one? Are you in pain?”
“N-no. No,” she repeated more firmly. “I’m a little sore. Okay, maybe a lot sore, but I wouldn’t change anything. I felt how much you wanted me, and I wanted you just as much. I love you, T’lan,” she ended in a rush.
“My L’chka,” he whispered and bent his head to kiss her. His tongue teased her lips apart and he stroked gently. Still lodged within her, his cock pulsed and began to harden. Despite the soreness, she felt her body responding but as soon as she tried to wiggle closer, she flinched.
“Hold still, little one.” With one long pull, he withdrew from her body. As he slipped from her swollen flesh, Emily felt a confusing mixture of relief and emptiness. T’lan spread her legs apart and lowered his head.
“Your poor little cunt. All red and swollen.” He dragged his roughened tongue over her swollen flesh, both soothing and arousing. He growled softly and did it again. Despite everything, a low throb pulsed between her thighs.
“Please, T’lan. I can’t take any more.”
“Come. I will get the healing gel and take you to bed.” He started to get up and she was watching him closely enough that she saw him flinch slightly.
“T’lan, are you all right?” Now that she was looking, she realized that the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, and she could see the additional wounds on his torso more clearly. “Oh my God! You’re hurt! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I wanted you.” He finished standing and reached down to pull her to her feet. “It is nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me.” As she stood up, the evening breeze drifted across her body, and she remembered that she was naked. Momentarily distracted, she gasped. “I can’t go in the house like this and you destroyed my dress. I liked that dress.”
“I will get you another,” he promised. He picked up his uniform top, draping it over her before pressing the shoulder seam closed. The neckline gaped and threatened to slide off one side while the thin material clung rather more closely than she would have preferred but it reached almost to her knees. It would have to do.
T’lan looked her up and down and she saw his cock stir. She took a hasty step back.
“Back off, big guy, remember?”
“Of course. But you are very enticing dressed in my clothes, M’lee.”
“And you are very enticing without them, but let’s not give my grandmother a heart attack, okay?” Actually, she doubted very much if her grandmother would object to the sight of a naked T’lan in all his glory—what woman in her right mind would—but she preferred not to share.
As soon as T’lan pulled on his pants, they returned to the house. Emily knew she was walking bow-legged, trying to keep her tender parts from rubbing against each other, but a sense of happiness filled her. She slipped her hand into his, enjoying the way his hand instantly curled around hers. Her happiness lasted until they entered the kitchen.
T’chok was waiting for them with a grim look on his face. After one startled glance at Emily’s outfit, he focused on T’lan. Now that they were in a lighted room, she saw the full extent of T’lan’s injuries for the first time. In addition to the gash beneath his horn and the shoulder wound she had already noticed, there was a tear the length of his forearm, what looked like a hole in his side, and numerous other cuts and abrasions. She had become so used to the bloody but quick-healing wounds he received during training that she hadn’t realized the seriousness of his injuries.
“Oh my God. We need to call Dr. Gaston right now. Or maybe we should just take you to the hospital. Can a hospital treat Yehrin? Or should we call your ship? Don’t they have a doctor?” She turned desperately to T’chok, but T’lan caught her arm.
“M’lee, stop. None of this is serious.”
“Really? It all looks so bad. T’chok, is it serious?” she demanded. The older warrior looked uncomfortable.
“The commander is correct that none of it is life threatening.”
“It wouldn’t be life threatening if I broke my arm, either, but it would sure as hell hurt and it would be serious.”
“We heal more quickly than you do,” T’lan said soothingly.
“I know, I’ve seen you do it.” Emily calmed down a little. “But these aren’t just going to go away, are they? If nothing else, you need to have the bigger ones closed up.”
“T’chok will attend to them as soon as I put you to bed.”
“If you think I’m going anywhere un
til you’ve been tended to, you are sadly mistaken. And T’chok, you had better wake up Tren so he can take the night watch. T’lan will spend all night in bed and get some rest.”
“He is already at his post. I called him in when—” He shot a glance at T’lan. “I called him in earlier. Sit down, Commander.”
“Of course, what am I thinking?” She tried to ease T’lan into a seat, but he raised an eyebrow and pushed her gently into a chair.
“I will take care of M’lee first, T’chok.”
“What do you mean, take care of me? I’m fine.” His eyes went to her hairline and she realized that her head actually did ache a little. “Honestly, it’s nothing. Unless—this wouldn’t hurt the baby, would it?”
“No, I scanned you earlier and everything is fine.”
“Then sit down and let T’chok take care of you. Or do you want me to do it?”
“No,” both males exclaimed at the same time. The fact that T’lan actually stopped arguing and sat down worried Emily more than she wanted to admit. The blood drained from her face as T’chok laid out a variety of instruments on the table.
“M’lee, perhaps it would be better if you waited in the other room,” T’lan suggested.
“No. I’m not going to leave you.” She reached across and took his hand. “You just hold on to me.”
Both warriors gave her an incredulous look, but she lifted her chin and gripped T’lan’s hand firmly. T’chok shook his head but he began examining the wounds. He probed gently around the shoulder injury and she felt T’lan tense beneath her hand.
“Is it still in there?” T’chok asked.
“Yes. You will need to remove it.”
She gasped. “Remove what?”
“The bullet,” T’lan said calmly. “If it is not removed, it could cause infection.”
“Bullet? You were shot?”
“M’lee, we were attacked.” His eyes went to her head again. “I did not protect you as I should.”
“You took her out of the safe area,” T’chok said grimly.
“You mean when we went to the love tree? That’s why someone was able to shoot you? This is all my fault.” Tears filled her eyes.
“I made the decision—it is my responsibility. I allowed myself to be distracted.” His eyes softened. “Much as I regret that you were injured, I am glad that we could share that time together.”
She gave him a tremulous smile. “I am, too.”
“If I may continue?” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw T’chok lift a long, pointed instrument. She turned her head, but she still felt T’lan’s muscles grow taut beneath her hand. By the time she heard a chink and felt him relax, tears were streaming down her face.
“M’lee, please go into the other room,” T’lan urged.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“M’lee, you are making this harder for him,” T’chok said.
“I am?” She wiped her eyes and frowned at the older warrior.
“Yes. If you are here, he must be brave. If we are alone, then he does not need to hide his pain.”
“T’lan, you don’t have to pretend for me.” Emily squeezed his hand.
“It is the warrior’s code,” T’chok said firmly.
“It is? Are you sure you don’t mind if I leave?”
“No, M’lee,” T’lan said firmly. “You should go and bathe and await me in our bed.”
“If you’re sure.” Still reluctant to leave, but also a little relieved, she stood up, proud that her legs didn’t tremble. Carefully averting her eyes from the blood stains on the table top, she gave him a quick kiss. As she walked out of the room, she could swear she heard a sigh of relief.
Tren was seated in his usual position but he glanced up when she entered. His face darkened as he surveyed her.
“M’lee hurt. Commander not protect?”
“No, I’m not hurt.” He rose to his feet, face grim, and for the first time since they had come to the door, she saw him as the impressive warrior that he truly was rather than her youthful companion. She followed his gaze down to her arms and saw the blood there. “This isn’t mine—T’lan is the one who was injured.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise I’m fine. I’m just going to get cleaned up and get some rest. It’s been a long evening.” All of a sudden, exhaustion overwhelmed her.
“Follow upstairs,” Tren announced.
She started to argue, then decided the hell with it. She really was tired, and she didn’t want to take any chances on the stairs. Picking up his tablet, he followed her at a respectful distance, but stayed close enough to catch her if she fell. Her legs trembled all the way, but she made it in one piece. Once she reached the bathroom door, she turned and gave him a watery smile.
“Thanks, Tren. T’chok is taking care of T’lan in the kitchen, but make sure he sends him to bed as soon as he’s done, okay?”
“Yes.” He hesitated, then spoke carefully. “Good night, M’lee.”
“Goodnight.”
Closing the bathroom door with a tired sigh, she almost screamed when she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Blood was matted in her curls and streaked down her face. More blood—not to mention grass, dirt, and other substances—covered her bare arms and legs. No wonder Tran had been so upset. She stripped off T’lan’s shirt and the view didn’t improve much. Red marks covered her breasts, her neck was abraded, and even from the front, she could tell that her labia were swollen. Blue stained her thighs. Moving very gingerly, she turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water. The stream of water felt amazing, as did seeing all the dirt and gore wash down the drain. Her fingers probed the cut on her forehead cautiously, but it was only tender. Washing between her legs caused her breath to catch. She needed that gel.
Stepping out of the tub, she saw T’lan’s shirt crumpled on the ground. She had no idea how many uniforms he had, but surely he would want this one in better shape. With a mental shrug she swished it under the spray. Once she had rinsed it and shaken it out, it dried almost instantly. I need some baby clothes made out of this.
Even though the shirt seemed dry, she didn’t want to put it back on. Instead, she wrapped the towel around herself, and after a quick peek down the stairs to make sure no one was there, darted into her bedroom. For once, she didn’t even bother putting on a nightgown for T’lan to remove. After carefully rubbing healing gel between her legs, she slipped between the cool cotton sheets, curled a hand around her stomach and gave in to exhaustion.
Chapter Twenty-One
As soon as M’lee left the room, T’lan groaned.
“Serves you right,” T’chok said unsympathetically.
“I know.” Remorse filled him. M’lee had come to harm under his protection.
“How many were there?”
“Fifteen.”
“Why didn’t you just use the blast ray?” T’chok asked as he closed another wound.
“Because they injured my L’chka. It was an act of honor.”
T’chok shook his head but said nothing. They both knew that using the sword had been the proper response.
“How did the attack happen?” T’chok kept his voice strictly neutral but T’lan still felt the implied criticism. He glared at the older male, but T’chok was stitching up the gash on his arm and ignored T’lan’s resentment. Unfortunately, he knew the censure was just.
“I allowed myself to be distracted. T’chok, the child is moving.” Despite everything, a smile lit his face at the memory. “M’lee held my hand against her stomach and she poked me.”
“M’lee?” T’chok raised an eyebrow.
“No, the child, you fool.” He sighed and returned to the original question. “Apparently, a group of human males were meeting in the park.”
“They were organized?”
“I suspect that they gathered more to brag and drink than to actually plan trouble, but they had worked themselves up and, unfortunately, we were there.” He gripped the table as T’ch
ok finished closing the wound. “They knew about the child.”
T’chok frowned. “I suppose it was inevitable. Although we requested anonymous packaging, the delivery drivers could have deduced the contents. Someone may have heard about the visit to the furniture merchant and made the connection. Of course, the doctor could have talked as well.”
T’lan shook his head. “I do not think so. But the fact that he has been here every week could have been noted.”
“It is not only the humans with whom we have to be concerned. The rumors are flying within the fleet as well.” Bending closer, T’chok began cleaning the more minor injuries.
“Do the rumors state that the child is a girl?”
“Not that I have heard.” T’chok sighed and leaned back. “But the situation continues to escalate. I doubt there is a single warrior who is unaware that humans are compatible for breeding. The younger warriors are impatient to mate and dismissive of horror stories from the past. Everyone that I have spoken with is trying to spread calm and patience, but it has been difficult. Once they find out that female children are possible…”
“Perhaps we are too optimistic—there is always a chance that a child will be female. My daughter may not be significant.” Except to me and M’lee.
“They will argue that we should find out. Immediately.” He paused. “I heard your old friend Commander T’ngorzul may be behind the discontent.”
“He is no friend of mine,” T’lan snorted. They had been in the same year in the Warrior House and had competed on every conceivable level with T’lan being the most frequent winner—despite T’ngorzul’s attempts to circumvent the rules in his efforts to win. T’lan despised the other warrior and considered him lacking in honor.
Dismissing him for the moment, he continued. “I will inform the Supreme Commander that the rumors have spread, although I am sure that he already knows. He is also aware that the missing tesrekh is from the command ship and he is having investigations made.”
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