Alien Bond

by Tracy Lauren

“Jesus, did everyone know that Kellan had a thing for Reagan?”

  “Bah, it is easy for me to see because I know how he feels,” I tell her, pulling her along.

  She smirks. “Do you?”

  “Indeed, I do.” We arrive at the captain’s quarters and the door slides open.

  Mel looks inside and frowns. “I thought we’d go to the galley to make something for Mire,” she tells me.

  “I will check on him shortly. First I must see to it that our mate is cared for.”

  “Gile.” Her expression becomes sympathetic. “I already told you, I can’t be your mate.”

  “Of course,” I tell her with a wink. “I must have forgotten.”

  She laughs as I take her hand and pull her into the room. Not many of the ships we keep in the airfield are built for luxury. But the captain’s quarters here are superior to many others, with its own private washroom and a food synthesizer.

  “How about that ceata?” I offer, entering the code on the food synth. Two steaming cups appear and I pass one over to my mate.

  “Thank you,” she says with a sad smile. Her pain troubles me and I press my hand to her cheek. Tears well in her eyes. She tries to blink them away, but it is no help. “I’m just so scared for her, Gile.”

  I pull the cup away and set it on a small table so that I might hold my mate. She folds herself into my embrace.

  “I confess, I am afraid too. But we have a secret weapon, Mel.”

  She looks up at me, confusion on her face. “We do?”

  “We do. We have love. These pirates only want a piece of cargo, something to sell for creds at the next station. But we have love for our friend and that makes us stronger, it gives us the drive we will need to overcome our enemies. Feel that passion in your breast?” I ask her, placing my hand over her heart. She gasps. “Do you truly think there is any force in the galaxy more powerful than love?”

  “I want to believe that more than anything,” she tells me.

  “Then let me help you,” I tell her. Cupping her face, I lean in for a soft kiss. Her eyes close and her lips brush against mine, our tongues gently teasing at one another. I want more. I want to distract my worried mate with an expression of love. But she furrows her brow and rests her forehead against my nose.

  “Gile, I have to tell you something.”

  “You can tell me anything.”

  “Earlier today…Mire and I slept together,” she forces out, her jaw becoming tight.

  “Good, then you are well rested for me,” I tease, leaning in to kiss her again.

  “No, I mean—” She struggles to find another way to tell me, but I already understand what she is saying. They had sex. I am pleased. It means she is that much closer to accepting our bond.

  “We had sex, Gile. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt either of you.” She tells me all this very matter-of-fact, like it is some sort of ugly business that she is forced to trudge through, no matter how terrible it is. My poor mate.

  I lead Mel over to the bed and we sit on the edge. “You and Mire made love today.”

  “We did.”

  “And you are upset as you tell me this because you think I will be…jealous?” I venture a guess.

  “Jealous…betrayed. I don’t know. You tell me how you feel.” While she looks determined to have this conversation, she also seems ashamed of herself. My heart goes out to her, she thinks she must carry the weight of everyone’s pain on her shoulders. But there is no pain to be had here.

  I twine our fingers together, connecting us. “Mel, look at me.” Reluctantly, my mate does as I ask. “When I hear that you and Mire made love I feel nothing but happiness for you both. While I long for the same experience with you, I would never begrudge you for the joy you take in our family.”

  She slaps at my hand, playful, yet frustrated as well. “Gile, we aren’t mates!”

  I laugh and roll my eyes at her. “Perhaps you have not yet accepted it, and perhaps you never will. But in my heart? There is only you, now and forever, my sweet Mel.”

  “Only me?” she asks, looking at me with a raised brow.

  “You and me. And Mire. And our children, of course. Our many, many children.”

  Mel laughs and rests her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand you guys.”

  “We will have many years to work on it.”

  “So sure of yourself,” she tsks. “So cocky.”

  “You have no idea how cocky I can be. Oh, but I would be happy to show you.”

  Mel laughs again and I feel some of the tension leaving her body. We sit there like that for some time. Tracing each other’s fingers and finding solace in the quiet shared between us.

  “What are we going to do?” she asks, finally.

  “I was hoping to throw you back into the pillows and make you forget all your worries. Or you could throw me back into the pillows. I am open to suggestions.”

  “Oh my God, you’re crazy.” She laughs again. But her tone has changed, it is as if the mere suggestion has made her breathy with desire. I can tell my boldness enthralls her and I take the opportunity to nuzzle against her neck. Drinking her in, I deliver needy kisses to her soft flesh.

  “Gile!” she gasps, but she doesn’t pull away. “We shouldn’t! We should be working on getting Reagan back!”

  “What is there for us to do? Go and stare at Mire? Will him to work faster?”

  “But we shouldn’t…I mean, we can’t…”

  I gently angle her chin toward me and her lips part in anticipation. “Why waste so much time with all these shoulds and shouldn’ts?” I question.

  “We have to think of the future.”

  “I’d rather think of now,” I tell her, closing the distance between us to suck on her bottom lip. She whimpers and clutches onto me for support.

  “But Mire—”

  “Is busy. Otherwise I would call him to join us.”

  “Oh Lord…” she exhales, as I trace her collar bone with my fingers before letting them trail down between her breasts. She arches herself toward me.

  “If you truly wish to think of this world in terms of should versus shouldn’t, perhaps we should make love—if only to help you make an informed decision about this mating business. I mean, it does not seem fair to come to a decision without first having a small sample of what you are missing out on.” I deliver another soft kiss to her lips and she responds eagerly.

  “That.” Kiss. “Sounds like.” Kiss. “The kind of logic.” Kiss, kiss. “That only makes sense when you’re horny.”

  “Mmmm, my kind of logic.”

  Mel laughs, but her arms wrap around my neck and I relish the feel of her returning my embrace. My mate wants this, but she is shy. She needs more coaxing.

  “Tell me Mel, did Mire lick your pussy?” I ask, and she gasps, her eyes going wide.

  “If there is anything to be jealous over, it is that he got to lick the juices from your sweet cunt.”

  Mel’s hand slaps over my mouth. “Shhh!”

  I bark out a laugh. “Who are you afraid will hear us?”

  Slowly, she pulls her hand away. “Still, you shouldn’t say things like that.”

  “Why? Because it turns you on?” I guess. A rosy flush creeps up Mel’s cheeks. “I know it does. I see the way you look at us, Mel.”

  “That’s just because you guys are gorgeous. Which isn’t very fair, might I point out. A woman would have to be crazy to not be attracted to you. Plus, before today…with Mire…it had been a long time since I…you know.”

  “Hmm. And now after one coupling you are sated?”

  Mel’s mouth works, but she doesn’t say anything. I smile wide and lean in to kiss her neck once more. Mel gasps and I slide my hand under the hem of her shirt, resting it on her soft waist.

  “Oh man…this is so wrong,” she mumbles.

  “Impossible. Mire and I both care for you deeply, how could this be wrong?”

  “On Earth—”

  “Ah
, but we are not on Earth.”

  She whimpers and I guide her down onto the mattress. Her shirt rises up, leaving a sliver of her belly exposed and I move down to deliver kisses to the soft flesh there. Her fingers run through my hair and when I look up she is watching me with lust-filled eyes.

  “Your protests are feeble, Mel.”

  “That may be true, but it’s still rude of you to point it out,” she replies with a smile that tells me she is joking. I lay my head against her stomach and look up at her, feeling a sense of peace I have never known. With this woman, I am right where I belong.

  “I think we both know there are more reasons to give in to this than to fight it.”

  “Is that right?” She cocks her brow at me.

  “It is. I could begin to list them for you if you like?”

  “Begin to list them?”

  “Oh but there are so many reasons, and besides, I do not believe you will be able to hold out until the end of the list.”

  “Hah! So cocky!”

  “Very astute of you! That is the first reason. So much beautiful cock. And it is yours for the taking.”

  Mel’s laugh is warm and happy, despite the fear looming on the horizon. “That is another reason. We bring each other joy even in the most difficult of times.” I cup her cheek in my hand and Mel’s laughter dies away, but that warm smile of hers remains. She offers no rebuttals.

  “That’s a good reason,” she says.

  “And there is no jealousy between Mire and me. I know you fear hurting one of us, but when it comes to bringing you pleasure there are no hearts to be broken.”

  Mel sighs, looking wistful.

  “Besides, you say it has been a long while for you. I might even venture to guess that Gary was not so skilled at making love as my brother and me. Don’t you deserve to make up for all that lost time?”

  “Well, I have to admit, talking shit about Gary is definitely one way to win my favor.” Mel laughs. “Call me petty.”

  “I would never. Fuck Gary. He is trash, and if we ever make it to your home world I will hunt him down just to tell him that.” Mel smirks, looking pleased. “I will always have your back, Mel.”

  “You make it sound so easy,” she tells me, playing with my fingers.

  “Isn’t it though?”

  She shakes her head. “Maybe if we lived on a deserted island or something. But there are other people to consider. What would everyone think if we came back and I was mated to the both of you?”

  I shrug. “That you are a very lucky woman to have two men desperate to pleasure you.”

  “Desperate to pleasure me?” she echoes with a laugh, sounding skeptical. But it is no joke, and to prove it I take her hand and drag it over my hard cock. She sucks in a breath of air.

  “Make no mistake, Mel, I am desperate for you.”

  I release her hand, but she keeps her fingers tracing the outline of my cock and I swallow a groan, afraid that I might scare her off.

  She sighs heavily. “Gabby…and maybe some of the others…they wouldn’t be happy.”

  “Do not think of them, nor of the future. Think only of now. We have a few short hours before we rescue our friend. How would you like to fill them? Tell me you would prefer rest and I will wrap you in my arms and let you sleep. Tell me you want to try me…just to see how I feel…and I will drive my cock into you until you’re screaming my name.”

  Mel whimpers again and I know what her answer is. I jump up onto my knees and yank my shirt over my head before I start working on Mel’s boots. She laughs at my enthusiasm, propping herself up on her elbows.

  “I suppose we could…if only to make things fair. I mean, it wouldn’t be right to have sex with Mire and not you too.”

  “You see how many reasons there are to submit to our desires?”

  “Again, this is pure horny logic we’re working off of—ack!” Mel yelps as I tug on her pant legs, and she helps me shake her body free of them.

  “I do not care what kind of logic it is if it means you wish for me to pleasure you.”

  Mel giggles, struggling to catch her breath as she helps me with my pants. When her hands move to my belt I feel like laughing as well. I am just so happy. Together, we strip away the last of our clothes and gaze upon each other hungrily.

  “I want to know all the things you like,” I tell her, cupping her breasts reverently.

  “Kiss me, Gile.”

  I lean in and take her lips. When I pull away her smile is pleased, but she shakes her head.

  “I meant here,” she tells me, arching her back so the peaks of her breasts are angled toward my mouth.

  “My apologies, Mel. I will not make you ask again,” I say, winking before I lean in and lavish her with my adoration. Soon she is gasping as she clings to me and the scent of her arousal begins to perfume the air. I slide one hand between her legs and she spreads her knees wide so that I might enter her with my touch.

  Her folds are slick and the sounds coming from her are needy. I wet my fingers in her nectar before I play with her clit. When I circle the little nub she grips me tighter and I feel her biting into my shoulder. It is encouraging and I pump two thick fingers into her core, keeping my thumb teasing where she likes it the best. Then, Mel starts moving against me, mimicking lovemaking. My cock strains with arousal, rubbing against her belly, precum leaving wet streaks across her flesh.

  “That’s right,” I tell her. “Fuck my hand, Mel. Show me how you like to be pleasured.”

  “I’m pretty sure you know how I like to be pleasured,” she tells me, her voice breathy and her eyelids heavy.

  “Then should I fuck you like this? With your legs spread and you riding me?”

  Mel bites down hard into her bottom lip.

  “I think I would like that,” I go on. “But not before I taste you, my mate. Not before I tongue this wet little cunt of yours.” I growl the words and Mel nods fervently at my suggestion. She wishes for me to lick her. I grab her hips and spin her around.

  “Oh!” she gasps as I push her forward onto the bed, leaving her ass up in the air. I knead the backs of her thighs and watch her hands grip the bedding. Leaning in close, I admire her sex, my heart pounding in my chest. I have never seen anything so beautiful as my mate yielding to me.

  I spread her ass cheeks apart just before I lean in to give her a long, wet lick. Her moans come through clenched teeth. “I am yours,” I tell her. “For as long as you’ll have me. Forever, if you’ll allow it.” I suck on her pussy lips and thrust my tongue into her cunt, fucking her with it.

  “Gile…” she murmurs.

  But I don’t want her to tell me that I am wrong. I don’t want her to deny me. Not now. Not in this moment. So I pull back to slide my cock through her folds. Any coherent words from Mel fade away as she feels my hot length against her cunt. She bucks backward, trying to impale herself on me, but I hesitate. Does she want this as badly as I do? I don’t have to wait long for my question to be answered.

  “Please, Gile! I need you inside me!” Mel begs. Never have I heard words so sweet. I position the head of my cock against her core and Mel tries to lean into me again, eager for me to fuck her. But I move slowly, wanting to savor this moment. It is the first time I drive my cock into my mate’s willing cunt. And so I move slowly as I push into her, inch by devastating inch.

  “You are so sexy, Mel. You should see how delicious your pussy looks taking my cock.”

  “Jesus, you’re dirty,” Mel tells me as I bury my cock into her fully. A throaty moan escapes my woman and I haul her up so her back is pressed to my chest. One arm wraps around her waist and the other around her chest. Her mouth seeks out my fingers and she sucks on them. I wonder if she can taste the remnants of her arousal there. Then, we move together in perfect harmony.

  It does not take long until I feel close to the edge, but I want her to cum before I do. So I reach between her legs to tease that little nub of hers. My fingers slide wetly over her clit and a few seconds lat
er she’s screaming that she’s cumming for me. Her pussy clenches down tightly around my cock. I’ve never felt anything like it and my own body reaches its height of pleasure, causing my seed to erupt from my cock. I feel spurt after spurt of white, hot cum shooting into her pussy. We ride out the last waves of our orgasms together and collapse on the bed, lazy and sated. I keep my cock buried in Mel but turn her just enough so that I can gaze at her face. She is all sleepy pleasure and I hug her tightly, never wanting to let her go.

  Chapter 27

  Mel

  I’m startled awake by the chime of Gile’s personal comm.

  “Ayo, brother. Do you need us?” Gile asks, his voice sounding ragged and groggy.

  “I’ve got the drive systems running again. We can set course.”

  Gile and I lock gazes. It’s time.

  “We’ll be right there.”

  We hurry to the bridge and I bring with me a hot cup of ceata, feeling guilty about my time alone with Gile. I know the aliens say they won’t get jealous, but I’m still wrapping my head around that.

  When I pass Mire his cup he pulls me in close to him and kisses the top of my head. His kindness only makes me feel worse about my romp with Gile and I gently extract myself from his hold on me.

  “Are you tired?” I ask, doubling up on my guilt when I realize Gile and I also got a nap.

  “I am too tightly wound to be tired.”

  “Setting coordinates,” Gile calls to us from his station. My adrenaline kicks back in.

  “You are nervous,” Mire points out.

  No kidding.

  “I just don’t know what to expect,” I say lamely. While I am anxious about what awaits us on this space station we’re headed to, I also feel sick over my…wanton behavior today.

  “You will be safe with us, Mel,” Mire reassures me, leading me to the captain’s seat. I’m numb as he helps buckle the harnesses, but I watch his hands as they secure me. As big and brawny as he is, Mire has never been anything but gentle with me.

  We lock eyes and I just can’t help myself. “Gile and I had sex,” I blurt out.

  I expect Mire’s expression to turn to one of hurt, but instead he snorts at me, his lip curling up into an amused smile.