by Pearl Tate
I tug her to the bed by Atticus, so I can gaze at her. “For what?”
Her eyes are tearing up and she looks from me to Atticus. “I’m sorry that you all were raised that way. That’s so sad.”
Atticus shrugs. “Maybe, but it’s what we know. I never thought too much about it. But I am pretty jealous of Bren right now.”
Brock gives us all a hard look. “I am too. It was never something that I considered before but it seems like a miracle all right.”
“Yes, even with the negative side effects. At this point, they are going to be minor compared to what you get.” Atticus looks at me and Hannah with envy. I feel sorry for them and wish there was something that I could do.
Hannah furrows her brow, making her nose scrunch up adorably. “What other negatives are we talking about?”
Atticus looks at me as though asking permission but I just ignore him as he continues. “Well, we don’t know everything, but it sounds like we get very territorial and aggressive. This all has to do with protecting your mate and physically, we get bigger.”
Hannah shakes her head slowly. “Yeah, that sounds like Bren although I wouldn’t know if he’s bigger. You have always seemed really big to me.” Her wink lets me know that she is talking about my cock which at the mention of him starts to harden under her butt. My concern for my brother fades as my hormones kick into overdrive. Hannah’s scent increases and sweetens and both Atticus and Brock stand to leave.
“I’ll stay in touch with your brother through Chevepak.” The door slides open and they both step into the hall.
“That would be good. He was supposed to be looking into the old records for me. I don’t know how much help he will be now.” My chest aches when I think about him, set aside and with limited interactions.
“Don’t give up yet. I’ll keep you updated.” Brock smiles tightly. The door shuts behind them as they move away. I just want to sink into Hannah and let the rest of the world fade away. I need her. Her arms holding me, her warmth around me and the comfort and closeness inside her depths.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- Bren
She must feel my need. Her eyes don’t appear to be focusing on me until a second later when she grabs her knotted wrap and opens it, letting it fall to the floor before climbing into my lap. Pulling at my robe, she pushes it past my shoulders, so it falls apart and down my arms onto the bed. Her perfect, soft body is now on display as she moves over me and straddles my legs.
My cock is hard and straining, pointing at what I want above me. Seeing her naked will always affect me and I would have to be blind not to have a reaction. Even then, her tempting scent would draw me from miles away. My hands smooth over her silky thighs as she wiggles closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Staring into her eyes, I admire the gray to blue color they are. My mate is so unique and different than anyone I’ve ever seen before.
“I’m glad that I understand our relationship better and I’m sorry I overreacted earlier and didn’t let you explain. I just jumped to conclusions based on my past experiences…”
I cut her off because even though I appreciate her apology, what she is saying doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to apologize. I remember how Atticus and Brock pointed out that I am assuming she understands how I feel. I need to tell her. “I need and want you all the time. You are mine and I will always be yours. Never doubt this. Instead of thinking about the past or the future, think about what we have together. Now. You don’t have to worry with useless fears. It’s done, and it will work out.”
Her head tilts to the side as she considers my words. I remember how she pressed her lips to mine earlier. Leaning forward, I distract her by bringing my lips to hers. They feel soft and pliant, and my mind wanders to imagining them on my cock, sucking and teasing me. She presses back, tilting her head slightly and I pause, uncertain where she is taking this. Her arms wrap around my head and sink into my hair. I’m fascinated and aroused even more, which I didn’t think was possible. I run my hands up and down her bare back, feeling how small she is compared to my larger, muscular body.
She’s taking the lead with this and I’m fascinated—and aroused. Her hands tighten in my hair. Then her tongue slips through our lips and touches mine. I forget all about her vulnerability and pure lust rages through me. I slowly rub my tongue against hers. She tastes just as delicious here as her cunt. The smooth, slick slide of our tongues mating, is different that anything I’ve every felt before. Moaning, her hold on me tightens as my hair wraps up her arms, locking her close. But she doesn’t pull away, as we continue to rub our lips together. I slant my mouth over hers and mimic her motions that she began.
My lust makes me bolder and more aggressive. Over and over, I use my tongue to fuck her face. It feels amazing.
She pulls away after a few moments, looking up at me. There’s a dazed look on her face that I’m sure she sees just as clearly on me. “You are a damn good kisser.”
“Kisser?” I press my lips to hers again before pulling back. “This is a kisser?”
Laughing a bit, she lets go of my hair and squeezes and rubs her entire body on mine. “It’s a kiss so that makes you the kisser.”
Kissing her again, I pull back and tweak her nipples. “Undress me now. I want you.”
Slowly, her hands slide from around my neck to the front of my robe at my waist. Pulling it apart the rest of the way, her hands slip inside, and her soft fingers skim across my skin as she shuffles the layer off my lap. Impatiently, I cup her bottom that is on my thighs and pick her up, sitting her back on the edge of the bed and standing in front of her as I finish opening my robe and letting it fall to the floor. She tilts back onto her elbows and continues to watch me.
“You look so good, baby.” Her words are confusing since I am not an infant. Tilting her onto her back, I grab her ankles and step between her legs. The sleeping platform is a little low so I bend my legs slightly to reach down and rub the head of my cock against her rosy, wet folds. Her body opens like a bud to me and she arches her back and moans. I catch a thrusting nipple in my teeth as I lean over her and rub my entire length slowly up and down her slit. She feels ready for me but I don’t want to hurt her.
Drawing her taut nipple into my mouth, I suck it hard as she tenses beneath me. My hand explores her wet opening and I slowly pierce her with a finger. Her body is so tight, gripping and pulling me in. Wanting me as much as I want her. “Bren.” Her breathy moan makes me pause.
“Does it feel good?” I lick over her chest to her other nipple while I wait for her answer.
“Yes,” her hands flutter through my hair as it reaches and entwines, loosens and strokes, trying to pleasure her. “Just take me.” I want to, but I don’t want to hurt her either.
Pulling back, I look down and rub my extremely hard cock along her again, coating it in as much of her juice as possible. Grabbing her feet, I rest them on my chest and tilt her knees out as far as looks comfortable.
Pressing against her opening, I start strumming my thumb across her clit as I begin rocking inside her. She arches and moans, crying out and pressing back against me. Hands flutter against my chest, in my hair and then inevitably land on my ass as she begins thrusting against me. Her body opens slowly, engulfing me like warm, silky vice around my steel-hard rod.
My body’s reaction to the sight and smell of her can’t be stopped. I know I’m becoming more frenzied as I feel myself sink deeper into her cunt. It’s heaven but I just want to pound into her until she knows I’m her master. I want to own her in every way. Where are these thoughts coming from?
Reining back my lust, I start a slow, deep rhythm inside her as she spurs me on with her legs, hands, and words. “Yes, Bren. Deeper. Ah…” She’s less coherent as I pick up the speed and realize I don’t have much longer until she will squeeze all the cum from my balls.
When she starts a keening cry, I pound harder and faster, fighting to get inside her completely as she tightens like a vice. I feel her co
ming as her body seems to relax and sink even further around me, spurting wet liquid over my length and further allowing me deep inside her. Burying myself hard, I groan over her, grinding against her as I spray deep inside her.
It’s incredible and I start to sink down on top of her before I grab her and pull her into my chest as I roll onto my side. Perfect.
Life altering. She’s like a drug that I know I will never be able to go without. It scares me a bit. When she opens her eyes next to me and smiles though, I can’t help smiling back.
“Good?” Her husky voice is sexy from her cries.
“Yes.” I pull us both up the bed and wrap my arms tight around her, trapping her against my chest.
I feel like I should sleep like this tonight. My body’s instinctual need to have her close and protected scares even me. These feelings seem primal and it will take time for my mind to adjust. Thousands of years ago, they were accepted, and no one thought about them, unusual or otherwise. But with our technology came the changes making it possible for us to be separated from our mates for prolonged periods of time. It should be interesting to see how that works out for us.
Not that I will ever allow that to happen. She is thoroughly mine and always will be. There isn’t anything that can change that now. It becomes clearer hour after hour.
My eyes drift closed with her tight in my arms. I smile as I feel her yawn and she burrows into my chest like a child.
Satisfied, my brain slows and all the emotion from the last day seems to drain out, leaving me limp and happy.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
- Hannah
I wake from what I hope was a cat nap with the blanket wrapped tightly around me again. I can hear Bren, Atticus, and Brock talking in low voices at the foot of the bed. Bren’s hand is on my ankle. He squeezes gently and then rubs his hand up and down as I start to come to my senses.
I feel happy. Now that I know that my alien doesn’t have a wife and kids he has been cheating on, I can relax. Of course, I could feel this sated from the incredible sex we had earlier. Even though it’s hard to say what will happen once we reach his home, it’s hard to get too worked up about it when I feel like I have absolutely no control. It’s in my best interest to just enjoy the moment like Bren said. I feel like I have been telling myself that a lot but the very simple fact is, I should’ve been dead already. I’ve been given a new life. One with Bren. Whether that ends up being in a zoo on his planet or in a spaceship traveling the universe doing whatever the hell it is that they do, it’s done.
I’m done. There is nothing more to fight. Not him or the way I feel or the facts. From the sounds of it, we’re not going to make it if we’re separated. I’m not exactly sure what would happen if we were apart for a long period of time, but it doesn’t sound like it’s good. And I certainly can’t take Bren back to Earth with me. Can you imagine?
He’s so big! His features are just different enough that he wouldn’t pass for human. He isn’t chipped and there is no way we could pull that off. Especially with my notoriety. Not that I’ve done anything bad but it’s better to just leave my history the way it is.
Holding the sheet carefully, I pull up and stroke my hand down his hair watching strand after strand pull out to wrap around my fingers. Every part of him seems to crave me and I feel the exact same way. I can’t even leave him alone when he is sitting in front of me like this! “I have a shirt here for you.” Bren pats the bed to my right by my leg. It’s a nicely folded blue garment.
Wow! I must’ve done something right if he’s going to allow me clothes. “I can feel your shock but it’s really just practicality. Maybe jealousy.” Laughter from the other two makes him shrug a bit as he holds it up and starts to put it on me like a child. “It helps that I brought it from home and it’s mine. I’d keep you naked all the time if I could.” My head pops out the head hole and he winks as he says this.
Smirking, I put my arms through the arm holes and try not to feel like everyone is staring at me even though they are. I’m getting the vibe that there is more to this than I realize. Even though we were just bantering, there is a serious look on everyone’s face. “What’s wrong?” Both doctors look away but Bren just holds my gaze.
This is the most serious I’ve seen him since he grabbed me off the Skylab. “What? You’re starting to scare me here.” He pulls me forward and I go up on my knees, so he can wrap his arms around me tightly.
“Brock heard from Chevepak and he has a message from Matthias.”
“That’s good, right?” My gaze bounces from Bren to Brock. “Is he alright?”
Bren pulls back to kiss my nose. “You are sweet and yes, he’s fine. But the message was somewhat cryptic and what we do understand is concerning.” Bren sighs and drops his head on mine.
Pushing him back, I wiggle in his arms and slap him lightly on the chest. “What? What is concerning?” Why does he keep me in suspense like this? I’m only going to think it’s worse than it really is! “Spill it.”
They all look confused for a minute, but Atticus shifts closer and picks up the conversation. “His brother’s message was that all the old laws for mates are still in effect. They were never changed or negated in any way. I don’t know exactly how much that is going to help us because really, not many of us even know those laws. Brock knows some but not a real lot of the specifics.”
Swinging my gaze to Brock, I wait for him to fill me in. I think I understand where this is going. It’s like how our laws have a precedent. So, their laws still have to abide by the precedent.
“The main one, the biggest one I do remember, is when a couple become mates, they are automatically accepted into each other’s territory. It’d be up to them where they preferred to live and there couldn’t be any territory disputes or not allowing them to travel together. We still have separate territories even though we are a united planet in the intergalactic government. Does this make sense?”
“I think so.” I’m trying to wrap my head around what they are saying. “Your planet has territories or areas with different governing bodies?”
“Yes.” Everyone nods.
“Earth is similar with different countries and governments. Even most countries are broken down and can even smaller ruling bodies. So, if someone in another territory or area ended up being mates, they couldn’t stop them from automatically being part of each other’s territory?”
“Correct. At the time, the planet was much more divided. This kept mates from being separated. Which is another positive on our side.” Bren squeezes me and nods his head, as I listen to Brock explain for them all.
“So basically, I’m automatically part of Bren’s country or territory, right?”
“Yes, exactly. They can’t kick you out and they can’t separate you. What Matthias was trying to point out was that the old laws are what they have to try and use and there are more in our favor than we realize.”
Well, that is a relief! Maybe this can really be easy. There are a lot of factors but once they realize we just want to live in peace and enjoy each other, we can blend right in.
“What about his fiancée?” I turn to look at Bren. “This does mean you aren’t engaged anymore, right?”
“Engaged?” Atticus turns to Brock who seems to be his new walking English dictionary.
“The human term for the promised commitment. Fiancée. Marriage. Engaged.” Brock answers while I’m still looking at Bren pointedly.
Curiosity wins out though and I turn to Brock confused. “I’m puzzled how you manage to have a much more advanced grasp of the English language. You get the terms a lot faster than these guys.”
Brock laughs. “I didn’t get the streamlined download. I took advantage of all the information in our records and can also speak hundreds of other Earth languages and dialects. It just takes longer. These two were in a bit of a hurry to communicate.”
Atticus scowls. “I do know this term though—show off.” Bren’s laughter barks in my ear at Atticus’s fast com
eback. His laughter relaxes me. If he feels comfortable enough to laugh about this, he must think that things will work out. I have to take my cues from him on this. I want to enjoy the shared joy he seems to have, and we can deal with this as a team. I’m glad they are finally talking to me and I feel like I’m getting up to speed. As long as they can not try to talk around things I want to know!
“No getting off topic though!” I won’t let them side track me on this. “If we are mated, then Bren is off the market for ‘Vina the Busy Vagina’, correct?” I use air quotes around my joke and Brock howls with laughter.
“Yes, of course.” Bren rubs his hand easily down my back as I visibly and mentally relax. That’s a heavy weight off my mind. But the others are looking at Bren pointedly, as if waiting. I can feel the other proverbial shoe waiting to drop.
“What?” Swinging to Bren, I look at him like the others. “What aren’t you telling me?” My eyes narrow and I notice that there is still some tension that I don’t think is mine, in my chest area. It’s as though I can feel his tension now that mine has subsided.
“We don’t expect her to take it well. I’m just worried—maybe unnecessarily.” He seems to add that on for me. Bren is good at this. It flits through my head that my alien mate is the captain of this ship. He’s used to only giving out the details that need to be at any given time. I’ve been playing catch up for a long time now.
Such bullshit. Turning to Brock, I zero in on him since he seems to the most forthright of the bunch.
“What other laws are in our favor?” Closing my mouth, I wait. No one else is jumping in, that’s for sure.
Now he looks uncomfortable, sifting in the tiny chair under his large frame. “See, that’s the thing. We don’t know. We have a pretty tight class system and the historians would be able to investigate that, but we don’t have one of those on board. If we start poking around, contacting different historians on the planet, we tip our hand before we get there. We were going to talk to you about YOU getting that information.”