Trian's Spark

by T. Cobbin

  Amelia twisted in her chair and was surprised to see the tall, handsome, alien captain she’d been admiring earlier. She hadn’t even heard the door to Hover’s office whoosh open or closed. Again, she remembered noticing that the other Gracian men seem to disappear and appear without moving. Could these aliens teleport?

  Standing, Amelia gazed up at the captain. His eyes seem to bore into hers. She felt like a rabbit caught in his amazing eyes. She watched the color of his swirling eyes being sucked into the center only to reappear on the outside and swirl again. They were stunning. It was like watching a hurricane in technicolor. The longer the captain stared at her, the faster the color seemed to move. His eyes were becoming a storm.

  Hover cleared his throat. “Umm, Captain. You’ve already met Amelia. It seems she has become the spokesperson for the group of females.”

  Trian’s eyes lingered on Amelia a tad longer. She could feel the heat of a blush touch her cheeks. Did the captain see how drawn she was to him? He looked like candy on a stick to her. One she could lick all over and go back for more.

  When Trian turned his head to look at Hover, and his eyes finally left hers, she cursed inwardly. Shit! This man was not only an alien but the captain of a ship. She was there to find out what was to happen to the women.

  “I can’t stay long,” Trian told them both before gesturing to Amelia to retake her seat. With no other chairs in the room, he perched on the corner of the desk. “Hover mentioned you wanted to see me and ask a few questions.”

  Amelia couldn’t help but stare at his eyes again. The more he looked at her, the faster they swirled. The slight raise of his eyebrows had her shifting in her seat when she realized she hadn’t spoken yet and he was waiting.

  Clearing her throat, she broke eye contact with him by closing hers for a second before reopening them. Still his eyes were intoxicating to look at. She wondered why she found his so enchanting and not any of the other alien men. What was it about this man that drew her in?

  Tearing her gaze from his, she glanced down his uniform-attired body. He wore a tight-fitting jacket, black trousers, and knee-length leather boots. She blew out a breath as she admired his form. The material of his uniform bulged in places, showing just how much muscle he had. He had broad shoulders that tapered off to a slim waist. She could imagine the v shape below his waist until it reached… Amelia’s mouth watered before she glanced up to see he was still waiting for her to speak. Oh shit!

  “Umm…yes…I…” Oh God. Her cheeks warmed even more. It didn’t help that Trian smiled wide enough to show his white, gleaming teeth, as if he knew she was admiring him and thinking about all the ways she could lick him like a lollipop.

  Taking her eyes off Trian, she turned to Hover. This male didn’t call to her on a cellular level as the captain did.

  “I have so many questions to ask,” she said, almost exasperated. She glanced back at Trian. “Do you have enough time to answer a few please?”

  “I will try for you, Amelia.” Her name seemed to roll off Trian’s tongue. If chocolate had a voice, it would be his.

  Clearing her throat again and clenching her thighs tightly together to ebb the growing ache that had appeared in her clit, she listed a few things some of the women had asked. “First off, the women want to know if you can return them home. Some have families and wish to get back to them. If you can’t, then they want to know what you will be doing with us. There are also two women missing from the group that have been moved to separate rooms. We would like to know why.”

  Amelia didn’t miss Trian’s quick glance toward his medical officer before he turned his gaze back to her. “There is some evidence that your planet was approached by two other species a good few cycles ago, but besides a few yarn cycles of visitation, they haven’t been back since. From what we can make out, this has been kept secret from the majority of your population.”

  Amelia was shocked to hear this. Although, she had read and heard about the Roswell incident in 1947 and the secret area in America known as Area 51. Was that the visitation Trian was talking about? She would love to know.

  “Aliens really have contacted us?” she asked.

  Trian looked confused. “Aliens?” he repeated, enunciating each letter.

  Amelia tried to remember if she had heard how Trian’s people had call her group of women.

  “Species, I think you would call us or any other…” She was about to say alien again, but she stopped herself. “Not your people?” she asked.

  “Yes, species.” Trian nodded. “The Drendles were the first to visit your planet early in your species growth, and then the Jigleas. The Jigleas, however, only met some of your people being they crash landed. The Drendles haven’t been back since their initial visit. The Jigleas returned several times but haven’t been back in about ten yarns.”

  “Wow. Is it possible you can supply me with reading material on these ali…species?”

  Trian nodded. “I will have one of my officers bring you a chrono screen later with the information on it.”

  “Thank you.” Amelia couldn’t wait to read it. She’d always been interested in the unknown. But she quickly pushed that aside and asked the questions her ladies wanted to know the answers to. “Why haven’t you returned us home?”

  “From the information we have gathered about your species, to return you now that you have seen both the Lesh and us, could be quite problematic for both you and us. We haven’t come here to create a problem, we came to solve one.”

  “Solve one? As in rescue us from those Lesh?”

  Trian nodded.

  Amelia had been around a lot of people in her time, and her instincts told her Trian was hiding something. She grimaced and nodded. “I can understand that.”

  Her mind went over all the different possibilities of such a thing happening. If just one or two members of their group spoke out, they would simply be looked at as nuts. But if the whole group went home and told their stories, it could start a panic if they were to be believed.

  “What if we swore not to say anything about you or the Lesh?” she asked, knowing full well that wouldn’t happen. Not everyone could keep their mouths shut, and she knew by speaking to the group of women that there were some that would love the limelight—no matter how brief it might be—they would receive from telling their story.

  Trian shook his head. “There would be no way to make sure that happens, Amelia. And judging by the expression on your face, you know that too.”

  She sighed. He was right, dammit. But how could he tell that just by looking at her?

  “I will inform you, however, that we—the Gracians—will be protecting your planet from here on out. We will be calling in our other ships to do this.”

  “So, you think these Lesh geezers might come back?”

  Trian’s handsome face took on the picture of confusion again. “Geezers? I thought you said other species were called aliens by you?”

  Amelia rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to think of what to say. Opening them, she stared into Trian’s swirling eyes again.

  “We use the word alien to describe someone not of our kind. Geezers is kind of another way of saying a man, a male of any species.”

  “I see,” Trian replied.

  “Anyway,” she said, trying to move the subject on. “If you won’t take us home, then what are you going to do with us?”

  “I, along with some of the other captains, will meet with our council to discuss the situation. But I’m sure if it comes down to it and you aren’t happy here with us on the ship, we could find another planet or space port where you would be satisfied.”

  Can I stay here with you? Amelia was shocked at the stray thought. But she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to curl up with this sexy alien every night, to feel his hardness next to her softness.

  Clearing her throat—and her mind of lustful thoughts—Amelia carried on asking her questions. “What if you were to find us a small island som
ewhere on our planet, in the middle of nowhere that has no other occupants on it or near it? You could leave us there with provisions until we can get ourselves sorted.”

  Amelia hated the thought of leaving Earth, but she didn’t like the idea she’d just proposed either. She was a little adventurous, but dammit, not that bold. Then, as she thought about what she’d just suggested, a feeling of loss came over her. She had always wanted kids—lots of them—and grandkids. To start over on an island where it would be just her and the other women… Shit, she should really think about what she was saying before she opened her mouth.

  Trian frowned at her suggestion. “You would be alone. You would not be able to procreate, and eventually you would die out.” The crease between his eyebrows grew deeper. “You are females, ones to be protected, cared for, and adored. Not to be left alone to fend for yourself. What if someone stronger were to come along that you could not fight? You would suffer.”

  Even though Trian said this with a hint of knowing, Amelia growled and stood. Trian also stood to his full height, his eyes swirling with annoyance. Shit, he’s tall! Although he towered over her, it wasn’t enough to wipe away the anger she felt at his comment. She could take care of herself, and anyone who came along!

  “At least it would be our decision,” she replied angrily. “We would still be on our world, not some strange place where we have no idea who or what is around. And for your information, buddy, if someone was to find us, someone stronger,” she snarled, “then we would cut their fucking balls off and place them in pickle jars before handing them back to them to wear as earrings.” Amelia poked a finger toward Trian in the air and raised her voice a tad louder. “I… We...” She gestured toward the door that the other women were on the opposite side of. “...didn’t ask to be taken from our world. We have no idea who or what you are. For all we know, you could be like those Lesh geezers.”

  * * * *

  The woman before him had such fire inside her it made Trian’s body thrum with built-up energy. She was fantastic. His cock felt as hard as the metal holding his ship together, even if she did just compare him to the Lesh. He had no idea what Sharpie or Iryano’s females were like, but if they were anything like Amelia, he knew his crewmates would never worry about flaring ever again. If anything, they would require more energy.

  “We are nothing like the Lesh,” Trian said calmly, not moving his gaze from her stunning green eyes. He needed to let her know that his kind were nothing like the slavers who’d taken her. The need to do that was as intense as the need to touch her and hold her in his arms. “The Lesh are slavers. They roam space seeking out species that will make them plenty of dragnoid. It is an insult to be compared to them. They aren’t interested in females apart from using them for a while. They do not mate as my kind do. My people are good. Please sit, and I will explain a little more about us,” he requested, hoping to the gods that she would listen to him. Again, he couldn’t explain the reason why he needed to calm this female and make her understand his people.

  Trian’s heart sang when Amelia sat in the chair she’d not long vacated. She looked up at him, waiting for him to tell his people’s tale. Perching on the edge of Hover’s desk, Trian began.

  “My species are known as Gracians. We originally came from a planet called Guaturn. It was lush with vegetation and filled with a wondrous variety of animals. We had purple seas and beaches where our families went on holidays. We needed or wanted for nothing. Our people were peaceful until something went wrong with our biology. For some reason, the number of male births went up as the female births went down. People became despondent, males would fight over what few females were left to see if they were their mates. You see, we can only have a child with our eternal mates—our sparks.”

  “You can’t have children with just anyone?” Amelia asked with a tone that told him she was shocked.

  He frowned, shaking his head. “Can you?”

  “If both female and male are fertile, yes,” she replied, nodding.

  Trian turned to face Hover, who also nodded, confirming what Amelia had just said. It wasn’t that Trian didn’t believe her, it was just a shock that these humans could procreate with any other. Did they realize how lucky they were?

  “Do you know your sparks as we do?” Trian asked.

  “Sparks? As in soul mates?” she asked.

  Trian thought about this. He supposed his species’ sparks could be classed as soul mates. “Your mates are eternal?” Trian asked. “So that once the bond is created, all they will crave and want in a partner is each other until they die?”

  “Not in all circumstances.” Amelia shook her head. “There are couples who stay together until they die, whereas there are those who stray from a wife or partner to find another. We are only bound by our words.”

  “Sir, if I may?” Hover said, glancing between Trian and Amelia.

  Trian nodded at Hover, indicating for him to continue.

  “Amelia, your people are similar to us, and yet very much different. Our bodies rely on the power that runs through our cells. It keeps us pumped up and healthy. Your body has something you call blood running through it, whereas ours doesn’t. We have a heart the same as yours, but ours pumps out currents of energy that thrums through our bodies. We rarely get sick, and if we were to get injured, we could use an energy source to help repair. Alas, it is also why we flare as we get older, our body doesn’t need as much energy to continue.”

  “Flare?” Amelia asked with a frown.

  “If a male reaches a certain age and hasn’t taken a mate, he has to find ways of using the excess energy that’s building inside him. Some of us zap constantly to and from places, whereas others, like our captain here, spend hours in uninterrupted physical activities. But it doesn’t work indefinitely.” Hover turned sad eyes to Trian for a few seconds before returning his gaze to Amelia. “When a male’s energy builds up to a certain degree, his moods begin to change and his energy flares to a point where it leaves his body. He could end up hurting a lot of people. I suppose you could say we become like a ticking time bomb. When it gets to this stage, some males will often choose to end their lives, but those who don’t choose this option are locked away in a special room where they are unable to hurt anyone.”

  Trian saw tears pooling in Amelia’s eyes. “Oh gosh, and there is no way to stop you from…blowing up?”

  A look of hope appeared in Hover’s swirling eyes. “We don’t actually blow up, but we do become a ball of uncontrollable energy. Those that are kept in special rooms do die out after a while. It is only then that their bodies can be put to rest. When a male chooses to die this way, it is hardest on the family.” Hover released a small wave of depressive energy into the air. Immediately, he raised his eyes to Trian’s. “Sorry, Captain.”

  Trian shook his head, silently telling his medic it didn’t matter. He knew of Hover’s past. Hover’s mother had been killed in a freak accident, leaving her mate distraught. When he began to flare he chose the hard way out and was locked away. It was months before Hover could lay his father to rest.

  Trian turned his attention back toward Amelia, who was now glancing between himself and Hover with questioning eyes. She paused, staring at him.

  Chapter 7

  The color of Amelia’s eyes were the same as his mother’s favorite flower, the ones she had grown and nurtured in her glasshouse. But it wasn’t just Amelia’s eyes that Trian liked. The female was stunning, her body filled with luscious curves.

  His thoughts wandered. What he would do to her if he could. His hands on her waist, his cock sliding in and out of her slick heat. To have his iungo touching hers as his energy surged into her body along with his cum. To see her skin flush pink as she came along with him…

  Frinx. What the hell was he thinking? But he couldn’t help himself. He felt so drawn to this woman. If she were to touch him now, he swore he’d cum in his pants like a wayward teen.

  “Please continue,” she requested, turning
her eyes toward Hover, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as if she knew what Trian was thinking. “Is there a way to stop you from… Umm?”

  “Flaring. Yes,” Hover replied. “It comes in the forms of our sparks…our eternal mate. During mating she consumes his excess power, leaving him able to live comfortably without flaring.”

  “And it doesn’t hurt her?”

  “No.” Hover chuckled. “It’s why we call our mates sparks. In fact, her sexual delight is heightened. Our females don’t flare. Her body works in a different manner. Our infants are born with iungos.” Hover laid his hand flat on his desk, palm up, and pointed to his middle finger. “This is where the male’s is, one on each of his middle fingers.”

  Amelia nodded and asked, “May I touch it?”

  “Of course.”

  Trian watched Amelia touch Hover’s middle finger with hers. A streak of jealousy rose hard in Trian. He wanted her hands on him, not his head medic. Hover winced and glanced at Trian with an apologetic look. Did his medic know? Shit! Trian cursed mentally. He had to keep his emotions under wraps.

  Hover withdrew his hand from Amelia’s and continued. “The female’s is on the back of her neck, unless she is a mother to a child, whereas she will grow one in the same place until the child is mated, then when it’s not needed anymore, it slowly disappears.”

  “So, your young don’t drink milk from their mothers?” Amelia asked, looking a little astonished.

  “Milk from their mothers?” Hover repeated, a confused look on his face.

  Trian knew what Amelia was talking about as he’d read it in Basup’s report. He couldn’t wait to see Hover’s face when Amelia explained. He himself had been astounded these human women could do such a thing. His gaze immediately drifted down to Amelia’s breasts. Gracian females didn’t feed their babies from the breast. And their women’s tits weren’t as big as the ones he’d seen on the human women either. His cock twitched in his pants.

  What would it be like to watch one of his young suckle? Would the child need his or his mother’s energy? By the gods! He was letting his mind drift again. He couldn’t be thinking like this, he was too close to flaring. To find out Amelia or any of the other women weren’t his mate would probably send him into a sudden meltdown.