Mated to the Alien Beast: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of Adonia Book 1)

by Ivy Sparks

  “Yours?”

  Rachel tilted her head back and forth again. “Well, sorta. Obviously we can’t tell anyone.”

  “Why not?”

  Rachel straightened. “Because then the court will banish him and who knows what will happen to me.”

  “Why would you ever get in trouble for falling in love?”

  “The Adonians want strong bonds, fated ones. Mixing with a human,” she shook her head, “not really their thing.”

  I sipped from my goblet and turned back, finding Vorian in the crowd. His mask was off and in his hand. He was downing another goblet and looking around. He was quite handsome, and a little intimidating like Rachel said. What was I to him? Why did he take me from the Orion? And what was I doing here?

  If being with a human was looked down upon, did he even have plans for me? Could we ever be a thing, outside of his castle walls?

  I downed the rest of my goblet and grabbed another from a passing servant. “What’s there to do for fun around here?” I asked.

  Rachel winked. “Oh, don’t you have much to learn.”

  Three goblets later and I felt like my brain was swimming in the black liquid Rachel called tal. We giggled, our arms wrapped around each other as we stumbled around a garden in the hallway. Or were we on the balcony? I looked around and sputtered. There were Adonians all around us, staring at us as if we had three heads. I guess we were the aliens around here, weren’t we?

  I didn’t recognize anyone.

  “Where are we?” I slurred, stumbling to sit on a fountain cascading water under the starry sky.

  Rachel laughed, tripping over her heels and falling into a bush. She tried to push herself up, but kept falling, making her laugh harder. I laughed, pointing as I watched her try to stand.

  “It’s not funny,” she wailed. “It’s this stupid atmosphere, I swear. I’m not drunk!”

  “Sure!” I said, continuing to laugh, clutching my stomach, feeling the cold air on my face. Where was my mask? I thought I put it down on the table… somewhere…

  “Ellie,” I heard someone call my name.

  I turned and saw Vorian’s handsome face. He knelt in front of me, taking my face in his hands, pushing away my hair. I nuzzled his warm palms. When I opened my eyes again, he was scowling. “You’re drunk.”

  I grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks. “You look so cute.” I leaned forward and stumbled into his arms. He hoisted me over his shoulder, the Adonians murmuring around us.

  “Help!” Rachel shouted from the bushes and I laughed, seeing her hair tangled with leaves and twigs.

  Vorian sighed and grabbed Rachel’s hand, pulling her from the foliage. She struggled to stand before leaning against his shoulder. “Of course you’re here,” Vorian said, sounding irritated. “I should’ve known.”

  “Guilty,” Rachel laughed. “Just lead me to my man, please.” She grabbed Vorian’s hand for balance.

  I scowled at her.

  That was my hand.

  I didn’t really know what happened after. Everything seemed like a blur besides Vorian leading Rachel to an Adonian in the corner of the grand hall.

  Then I heard, “We’re going home.”

  I didn’t have time to complain before Vorian shot us high into the air, the wind whipping my hair against my face. I nuzzled my head into his chest. My eyes were closed. Then we were landing and I was being dumped onto the balcony like a sack of rice.

  “Well, that was embarrassing,” he mumbled, not bothering to look at me as he stalked down the steps and toward his wing of the castle.

  I forced myself to stand and stumbled down the stairs after him. “Well, none of the Adonians would so much as look at me, and Rachel was so nice,” I started, but I didn’t really know where I was going with that. I looked down, finding my feet bare and smacking against the cold stone floor. “Where are my shoes?”

  He whirled around, his gaze flaring like torches sealing metal plates together. Although, they looked hotter than any torch I used before. Maybe Vorian should get that checked.

  “I don’t know. But you had said it was okay to leave you.”

  I scoffed. “Not for that long.”

  “All right. Maybe not for that long, but I knew you’d be safe. Nobody is stupid enough to try anything at the king’s palace.”

  “Still.” I strode toward him, putting my hands on his chest. I looked up, my eyes landing on his lips. “I didn’t want to be alone. I thought maybe… you regretted being seen with a human woman.”

  He blinked once, twice, his face softening and his arms wrapping around my waist. “That’s not the case,” he said, glancing away for a moment.

  “Isn’t being caught with a human something that can get you banished? Rachel said it was.”

  He snickered. “Nobody’s banishing me. I’d like to see them try it.”

  My heart lifted and I leaned forward, going up on my toes and pressing my lips against his, enjoying the feel of them once more. My hands moved to his hair, stroking his locks. God, how I missed touching his hair. I ran my hands through it, pulling at the base of his neck. My teeth tugged at his bottom lip. I smiled when I heard him groan, my tongue taking the opportunity to dance with his, intertwining with his before sucking.

  His nose nuzzled mine when I broke away, my hand sliding to his wing, stroking it gently. I smiled when he leaned toward me, his lips kissing mine again and again, as if inhaling me. He stumbled forward, pushing my back against the wall, his leg pushing mine apart.

  I broke away and stood on tiptoes, my hand trailing down to his groin, pressing against the hard length of him. “I want to do very naughty things to you,” I whispered, smiling as his breath stilled.

  Chapter Ten

  Vorian

  “I want to do very naughty things to you.” Ellie breathed against my ear, sending a tingle down my spine, while an animal urge took over and nearly consumed me. I needed to calm down, regain focus. But her body was pressing against mine, making my pants feel uncomfortably tight against my hard length. Her mouth found the sweet spot on my neck and I tilted my head despite my attempts to calm myself.

  Take a deep breath, I told myself. Count to ten.

  Her fingers trailed down my defective wing. Pleasure rippled down from my shoulder, while my shaft twitched at the feel of her fingers caressing my skin. All I wanted to do was shove her against the wall and bury myself inside her.

  My mouth found her soft, open, and wanting lips. Her other hand pushed against my hard need, while her tongue flicked inside my mouth to dance with mine. My arm wrapped around her waist while my other hand stroked her face, caressing the shell of her ear. Her hand slipped inside my pants to play with the tip of me and I growled, grabbing her breast. I pinched her nipple, her gasp made me groan as I ground my hardness against her.

  Damn these clothes.

  Her leg wrapped around me and I pulled her skirts up, grabbing her shoulders, her ass, anything that was her. My hand reached between us and cupped her. She rubbed herself against me, leaving my fingers moist. I delved my fingers inside, circling around the nub, enjoying her gasps of pleasure and the way she arched against me as her head tossed back in bliss.

  I didn’t realize until now how much I wanted her. The time we had on the Orion wasn’t enough to satisfy me no matter how much I told myself it was. I wanted her tossing under me, riding me, any way and all the ways, for the rest of time. Her head rolled and her hooded eyes met mine, tired and glazed over.

  I wanted her.

  But not like this.

  Ellie reached for me again, her mouth finding my cheek as I dodged her. She groaned, pressing gentle kisses into my neck. I inhaled, counting to ten, reminding myself how angry I was with her for making such a scene, especially at the royal palace. The way she stumbled over herself, laughing at Rachel stuck in the bushes. How everyone looked at her as if she were crazy, the disgust I found there.

  A scene I could’ve prevented if I had my priorities straight.


  I was a fool.

  “I want you,” she whimpered, slumping against me with her full weight, her eyes blinking slowly. For a moment I thought she would fall asleep standing up.

  I ran a hand through my hair. The temptation to abandon all logic to the wind was there, that primal need. It would be better if she were sober, if we both remembered and enjoyed each other. Not like this.

  I lifted her into my arms, her hands wrapping around my neck as she nuzzled her head into my chest. “You’ve had too much to drink,” I said, turning and walking down the hallway.

  “I did not,” she slurred, opening her eyes and poking my nose with her finger. “It’s just the air.”

  I sighed. “I’m sorry, Ellie.”

  She leaned back and I repositioned her in my arms. “I’m fine.”

  I doubted that. “Look at me.”

  Ellie stared at me, her head bobbing in a circular motion. Her eyes squinted as she tried to focus on my gaze.

  I rolled my eyes. Good move on my part to check. “Yes, you are definitely drunk.”

  She groaned as I kicked open the door to her room. “But I want to do it again.”

  “Not right now.” I leaned down, setting her down on the bed.

  “Then when?”

  My eyes caught hers as she stared at me expectantly, as if we were making plans to go for a midnight flight together rather than discussing when to continue our sexual rendezvous. “I will have a look at my calendar and get back with you.”

  She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward her and onto the bed. “But don’t you want to touch me now? Don’t you find me attractive?”

  Her green eyes could capture me forever, her mouth enraptured me. Attractive, beautiful, gorgeous. Words couldn’t describe how I felt when I looked at her. “Very.”

  She giggled. “I find you very attractive too, Mr. Adonian.” She laid her head on the pillow, yawning and stretching her arms. “Won’t you at least stay and cuddle me to sleep?”

  I glanced at the door. What would she think if she found me in her bed tomorrow morning? Although we were completely clothed… And she needed someone to watch her in case she got nauseous. “Very well.”

  I laid down next to her, trying to hold my body still so as to not bother her too much. She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her, lacing our fingers together and holding my hand, sighing against my touch.

  Her little body nestled up next to mine… It felt right.

  I could get used to this.

  Ellie

  I felt like I was dying. My brain pounded against my skull, demanding for some sort of escape from my withering body. My stomach felt empty and full at the same time. My skin wanted to crawl away and I felt like at any point it would. When I opened my eyes, my vision blurred and the world around me spun. I hissed against the lights, dragging the blankets over my head and clamping my eyes closed. The need to puke overcame me, yet my body didn’t move from its place in bed.

  I groaned and pulled the blankets away from my face. My cheeks burned, my hair stuck to my forehead. I felt as if I had been grounded through a trash compactor. What happened last night?

  I remembered meeting Rachel, the translator from Artemis, and then we drank all that black stuff. From there everything became hazy. I remembered laughing a lot, there was a bush, something warm enveloping me… I tried to recall how I got home, but everything in my head was dark. I looked down at myself, the gown I wore the previous night still on with the skirts bunched up around my hips.

  I forced myself out of the covers, covering my eyes with a hand and lifting my body from the bed. I groaned at the movement, the need to be horizontal now tempting me back into the bed, but the need for the bathroom overcame it. Why did I drink so much?

  I stood, the cold stone floor sending a chill through my feet. I pulled at my dress, trying to get it over my shoulders, but got my arms stuck first before being able to fully take it off. I made my way into the bathroom but felt too weak to fill the tub up with water. All I wanted to do was sink my sweaty, disgusting body into the water and now I couldn’t even do that.

  I stopped myself from groaning, knowing I was being a child. I walked toward the sink and splashed cold water on my face, enjoying the feeling of it against my heated skin. My stomach heaved, but nothing came of it.

  I heard the door in the bedroom open, so I grabbed a robe from the cabinet and wrapped it around me. When I left the bathroom I expected to find Zoe tidying the bed. Instead, Vorian stood with a tray of steaming liquid, along with an arrangement of green and purple pastries. He looked clean, wearing a crisp button down black shirt with black pants. He set the tea cups on the table. There weren’t any dark circles under his eyes, hinting he slept well. Wish I could say the same…

  I watched him as I leaned against the door to the bathroom, enjoying the way the light spilled in and highlighted the contours of his cheeks. There was a small lift in his lips, a light in his eyes. He turned toward me, as if feeling my gaze on his shoulders.

  “Good morning.” He smiled thinly. He pulled out a chair and gestured toward it. “I thought we could have breakfast together.”

  I clutched my stomach. The thought of eating anything made bile rise in my throat. “I don’t think I can eat much.”

  He smiled, baring his sharp fangs. “I figured.”

  I narrowed my eyes and stalked toward him. The pastries looked delicious, large and flaky. I had them before, and when I did, I ate every last crumb. Vorian must’ve noted that. The purple ones were powdered and filled with a dark jelly, while the green ones were filled with a yellow cream. I could easily down six of them under normal circumstances. This morning, I wasn’t so sure.

  I sat in the cushioned chair before Vorian pushed me toward the table. He then moved to sit across me. The table was small and intimate, unlike the dinner table. This way I could see the dimples in his cheeks as he filled our plates with food and poured me a glass of water, which I quickly inhaled. As he poured steaming liquid next I wondered if it was that foul tea.

  “Last night was… nice,” I started, guzzling down another glass of water. I wanted to have a pastry, but didn’t know what my stomach would do, so I stared at it, and it stared back at me.

  Vorian scoffed. “Do you remember all of last night?”

  “Parts.”

  He arched a brow. “Which parts?”

  Oh shit. Something bad must have happened. “I remembered the couple’s ceremony. I remember Valk.” I grimaced at the memory. “Ugh, he’s such a bastard.”

  Vorian chuckled. “We can agree on that.”

  “He said something, something about someone not approving of me. What was that about?”

  Vorian shook his head. “It doesn’t concern you.”

  “Well, he called me a whore so it kinda does concern me.” I took a tiny piece of the green pastry and plopped it into my mouth, chewing slowly. The taste was good, so sweet. My stomach lurched when I swallowed and I was surprised when I didn’t throw it up.

  No more pastries.

  Vorian’s lips twitched. I wondered if it was to stop himself from laughing. “It was about my father and that’s all you need to know for now.”

  “How does Valk know your father?”

  “Our family houses are tied together. I was engaged to his sister until my accident.”

  “Accident?”

  Vorian moved his metallic prosthetic wing. “No one wants the defective one,” he said with a wry smirk, tilting his head to the side.

  I looked at the wing, my eyes exploring the plates and the pipes. “I don’t know. I think you look cool. Like a cyborg.”

  His face brightened. “Really?”

  “Yeah, but I’ve always liked gadgets, fixing things, making them better. It’s the only way I could prove my worth on the Orion.”

  “Who taught you? Dravak was quite impressed with your work earlier.”

  I shrugged, taking a sip from the steaming drink, nearly gagging. It was the disgusting tea afte
r all. I forced myself to swallow, not wanting to spit it out all over Vorian. “My father taught me everything I know,” I answered. I turned toward the window, looking out at the peaks. I imagined Dad leaving this planet on the rocket ship, looking out a window. Did he see the peaks as he left? Flying far away from us, was he able to see the sun and the clouds?

  “Do you ever miss it?” he asked. I turned back to him. He was now leaning forward in his seat, his lips parted slightly.

  An image of those lips on my mouth found me. His teeth tugging at my bottom lip, his hands in my hair. My face suddenly felt hot. “Miss what?”

  “The Orion.”

  I remembered his fingers entering me while his hand cupped my breast, his fingers circling my nipple… Stop thinking about it. No more. Not happening. Adonians weren’t allowed to be with humans, not outwardly. “The Orion, no. My sister, yes.”

  “I’m so sorry for taking you. I wish—”

  I held up my hand. “Stop. You didn’t take me against my will. I needed to escape. That, and I wanted to go with you.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “But nothing. I am the only one in control of me. Not you. Not Valk. Not Zoe. Not my old boss on the Orion. If it hadn’t been you, it probably would’ve been someone else, someone who would’ve been far less kind to me.” I gestured around myself. “If anything, I leveled up in life. You have nothing to apologize for.”

  Vorian smiled. “And the rest of last night? What do you remember?”

  I groaned, rubbing my head. “I remember meeting Rachel after you ditched me to hang out with your buddies.”

  “They were not my buddies.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “You still left me alone. That you should apologize for.” I pointed at him, annunciating each word with a poke into his chest. “Especially since I made myself look very nice for you.”

  “I apologize.” He stared at me, his gaze smiling, as if knowing a little secret.