Hitched to the Alien General

by Mina Carter

  And it was time to make her his.

  * * *

  Kenna’s breathing shortened, heat simmering through her veins as Xaan carried her toward their room. A flush hit her cheeks as others nodded to them when they passed, convinced they all knew what she and Xaan were about to do. The nasty, knocking boots, the whole nine yards… No, she corrected herself. That cheapened what was between them. He was a Latharian warrior claiming his mate and that was a beautiful thing.

  Where she couldn’t meet people’s eyes on the way back, Xaan had no such issues. He looked at them all, nodding and wishing them a good morning but not offering any explanation as he strode past them with her in his arms.

  “I think we passed bloody everyone on the way here,” she whispered as he ducked through the doorway into the room and kicked it shut behind them.

  “I don’t care,” he murmured. “You’re mine. I want them all to know it. That way no other male makes the mistake of thinking he can steal you away.”

  As he spoke he slid her down the front of his body, his gaze locked to hers. Her worries about what people thought of them disappeared in a heartbeat.

  She. Felt. Everything.

  Every solid muscle and divot. The width of his broad chest, the cobblestone abs… the thick bar of his hard cock pressing urgently into her soft belly. A small gasp escaped her at his size, and the worry she wouldn’t be able to take him filled her.

  “You’re mine,” he repeated, bending his head to claim her lips.

  The kiss could have rivaled a supernova for its heat. As soon as his mouth covered hers, he parted her lips with a hard sweep of his tongue. She moaned, parting instantly for him. His tongue slid inside in an urgent thrust to seek and tangle with hers. Months of frustration and need burst through her as she kissed him back breathlessly, her tongue sliding against his in an erotic duel.

  He growled, backing her up against the wall nearest the bed. His hands were rough on her clothes, yanking her tank top up and over her head. His breath hissed over his teeth as he looked down at her in her bra. It wasn’t the most seductive of garments, as plain as they came, but the dark heat in his eyes made her weak at the knees.

  “I wanted this to be beautiful,” he admitted, his voice rough as he reached out to stroke a finger along her jaw. It continued down the side of her throat, over her collarbone, and down into the valley between her breasts as he spoke. “I had it all planned. A meal at sunset, then I would wow you with conversation, then seduce you. Spend hours bringing you pleasure, making you writhe beneath me and beg me to make you mine before I finally claimed you.”

  “It sounds wonderful,” she smiled and then hooked a finger in the front of his pants to pull him closer. “But hold that thought for when we get home. Right now, I just want you. It doesn’t matter if we don’t have a sunset and conversations…” She worked on his belt buckle. “I’m really only interested in one kind of conversation right now.”

  Looking up, she caught his gaze. “As long as we have each other, nothing else matters.”

  He nodded, the finger sliding between her breasts continuing down to toy with the clasp of her bra. He held her gaze as he pressed it. She bit her lip as he looked down slowly, taking her in.

  She wasn’t prepared for the reaction. A deep growl emanated from the center of his chest and he hauled her into his arms. His lips crashed down over hers as he lifted her and turned, tumbling them both onto the soft surface of the bed. Her gasp was lost under his lips as he kissed her, his lips demanding and urgent.

  His large hand on her breasts, molding and caressing them, made her whimper, but not as much as when he fisted a big hand gently in her hair and pulled her head back to kiss along her throat.

  “Xaan,” she managed. “The cameras…”

  “No office left, remember?” he muttered and then swept his tongue along her collarbone. Her belated protests disappeared under a shiver as she realized where he was headed. Body tight in anticipation, she closed her eyes as he trailed a line of kisses down her breast toward her nipple. His mouth closed over her, warm and wet, and she caught her breath at the sensation.

  He suckled, and pleasure arrowed down from the beaded peak he teased straight to her clit. She moaned, trying to press her thighs together to ease the ache, but he was already there. His free hand slid down her body to tear at her belt and the fastening of her pants. They lasted mere seconds against his more-than-human strength.

  She couldn’t help the soft sound of delight as he lifted his mouth from her breast to tear her cargo pants and boots from her, leaving her in just her panties. His face tightened as he looked down on her, every line of his body tense.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, the bed dipping as he put a knee between her legs and slid his hands up the sides of her thighs. Leaning over her, he brushed a kiss over her flat stomach and hooked strong fingers in her panties at the side. A shiver rolled down her spine as he pulled them slowly over her hips and down her thighs, lifting up as he did so to watch the expression on her face.

  It was so intense, the simple move rendered so erotic by his focused gaze, that she trembled. She’d wanted this—him—for months, had fantasized about what it would be like but now they were here, it was nothing like she’d imagined.

  It was so much better.

  He pulled her panties all the way off before he looked down at her, his heated gaze slowly wandering over her revealed body. Dark heat flared in his eyes as he looked at her again finally, a large hand reaching out to spread over the outside of her thigh, strong fingers gripping a little.

  “Mine.”

  The growl was low and raspy, possessive and hot.

  She bit her lip and nodded. “I’ve always been yours. Since you took that pistol off me in the courtyard when we first met.”

  “I’ve wanted you since then. The female who would blow a male’s brains out for threatening her friend,” he admitted, tearing his clothes off quicker than she’d ever seen a man undress. But not with desperation, instead he moved with utter intent.

  She sucked her breath in at the sight of his naked body. It fulfilled the promise of the way he filled out his clothes, hard and heavily muscled all over. His cock was long and thick, flushed heavily with arousal. She was forced to bite back a whimper at the sight, utter need washing over her in a hot wave.

  He crawled up to brace himself over her, a hand either side of her head on the mattress. “You were fierce and protective and I wanted that. Wanted you.”

  She nodded, unable to say anything under the hot gaze he leveled at her. Her hands spread over his upper arms as he pushed her thighs further apart with his knee. Leaning down, he claimed her lips. The kiss was as hot and charged as the others he’d given her, demanding her response and surrender, and she gladly gave it.

  Her moan when he slid one hand down her body was lost in his mouth, but they both heard it and felt the movement of skin on skin when she arched her back to press against him. She urged him on with movements rather than words.

  Oh gods, he knew what he was doing. The thought burst through Kenna’s mind as he pushed a hand between her thighs. Strong fingers slid between her pussy lips, a growl at the hot wetness he found there rumbling through his chest. Then he focused on her clit and she was forced to cling to him.

  It was no hesitant touch, nor was it exploratory. He found the tiny nub and focused on it with singular intent, the wide pad of his finger slipping and sliding over it as he rubbed and stroked. Somehow he knew exactly how and where to touch her, bringing her simmering arousal into a full-blown inferno in seconds. She gasped and writhed against him, unable to stop the slight rock of her hips.

  Then he pushed a finger deep inside her, the thick digit penetrating her in a slick, tight ride to stroke nerve endings within. She cried out as he pressed his thumb against her clit as well, tearing her lips from his to press her face against the strong column of his throat.

  “That’s it,” he murmured as she trembled in his arms, on the edge of
climax. “Come for me, beautiful. Now.”

  The order rumbled in his gorgeous deep voice did it for her. As he pumped his finger within her, pressing against her clit again with his thumb, she cried out softly against the side of his neck and shattered.

  Pleasure rolled through her in an unstoppable wave, a swell of hot, wet warning followed by what felt like a starburst low in her belly and between her thighs. Her clit ached savagely, her pussy clamping down on his fingers deep inside her as he added another, fucking her with them as she rode his hand. She panted and gasped through it as he stretched her pleasure out, her body his to play with.

  Finally she came down, nestled against him as aftershocks ran through her system. He pulled his hand from her, sliding his fingers into his mouth and rumbling deep in his chest.

  “Gods, you taste so good. Soon I’ll have that as well,” he promised as he moved over her, reaching between them to readjust himself. Her eyes popped open to find him watching her as he fit himself against the entrance to her body. A shiver of nervousness rolled through her. He was so fucking big.

  He leaned down to brush a kiss over her lips. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

  She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips and shook her head. “Screw gentle,” she declared, grabbing his hips. “I won’t break. Just… please, Xaan, I need you. Now!”

  His growl fed her arousal, and he started to push, rocking his hips against hers. They both gasped when he breached her, the delicate entrance to her pussy stretched wide around the thick, wide head of his cock.

  “Oh gods,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”

  “Just keep going,” she panted, wrapping her legs around his lean hips to urge him on. More than anything she wanted him buried to the hilt inside her. She needed to feel him filling her. “Please, Xaan, I need you…”

  “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice raspy as he kissed along her neck. His hips rocked again and with each push, he slid another couple of inches in. She whimpered and bit her lip each time, feeling the stretch and burn.

  And it felt so good.

  Then he was in her fully, his balls pressed against her ass, and she chuckled.

  He lifted his head to look at her.

  “Is something amusing, female?” he mock-glowered, but she saw the smile flirting with the corners of his lips.

  “You have balls,” she couldn’t help herself, biting her lip to stop her giggles. “Aliens have balls.”

  “Yes, we do.” He claimed her lips in a hard, fast kiss of triumph. “And you saying that pleases me.”

  “Huh? Why?” She didn’t follow the logic but then her ability to think was compromised as he began to move slowly, watching her carefully as if to see if she was in pain. She wasn’t. Even filled more than she’d ever been filled in her life, it felt good. He was so big and the fit was so tight, she felt everything.

  He grinned, speeding up a little. “It means you haven’t thought about whether we do or not, which means you haven’t thought about sex with any other Latharian male. That’s good because you’re mine. I’d kill any other male for being anywhere near you.”

  The sheer male arrogance had her smiling in response. “Oh yeah? Perhaps I never thought about alien balls because I was thinking about human guys. Ever thought about that, handsome?”

  His reaction was swift and ruthless. With a growl he captured her wrists and hauled them up above her head.

  “You will not think about human males either,” he ordered, pulling back so he could slide into her in one hard thrust. She moaned at the sensation, almost ready to come again just from that one stroke alone. Bloody hell, what had he done to her?

  “You will only think about me,” he continued, his thrusts shaking the bed so much it slammed against the wall repeatedly. “I’ll prove Lathar males are better. That I am better than any human male. I will drive them all out of your mind and you will scream my name in pleasure for the rest of your life.”

  “Oh god, yes!” she moaned, moving with him as he took her harder. The Lathar might not be much into romance and far more into claiming what they wanted, but hell did they know how to fuck a woman.

  It didn’t take him long, his powerful body moving over hers in a single-minded mission to bring them both pleasure. She moaned and writhed under him and then stiffened as ecstasy exploded through her again. She screamed his name as she came, hard and fast. She was followed only a few moments later as he stiffened and howled in triumph when he came, his thick cock jerking and pulsing as he bathed her inner walls with his white-hot seed.

  She panted as she came down from their mutual high, her fingers gentle on the back of his neck. She could still feel the heat of his release and, for a split second, wondered if she’d be one of the females compatible with the Lathar. Images of a tiny little Xaan running around with his blond hair and her dark eyes made her yearn with longing. She wanted that. The whole nine yards, two point four kids and everything. With him.

  He turned his head and claimed her lips in a long, sensual kiss she felt all the way down to where her toes curled.

  “You’re mine, Kenna Reynolds,” he broke away to whisper against her lips. “And I’m going to spend the rest of the day, and our lives, proving it.”

  She smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Good. Hop to it, soldier.” But she gasped when he pulled back and started to move again, her eyes widening. “No way. Not already.”

  He grinned. “Not human, remember? We Lathar have a LOT more stamina.”

  And he spent the rest of the day proving just that.

  16

  He was mated. Finally and truly.

  Xaan smiled to himself as he stood in front of the ship with the other survivors and then belatedly realized the room was silent. They were all looking at him.

  “Back with us?” Dave asked with a knowing smile.

  He’d seen Xaan carrying Kenna back to their room this morning, so he had to have a good idea how they’d spent their day. Xaan nodded, ignoring the smiles from the group around him. At least none of them seemed to have issues with a Lathar warrior claiming one of their women. If anything, they seemed pleased for them.

  “What do we have?” he nodded and asked, looking at the ship in front of them.

  Short and squat, its body was bulbous but there were odd areas of a different color, all different colors actually, and none of them matched. Its cockpit screen sat off center and slightly slanted, and one of the landing struts didn’t match any of the others, making it list to the side.

  He frowned, rubbing his stubbled jaw. No expert on human ships by any stretch of the imagination, he had no idea what to say. It looked like the bastard love-child of at least five different ships and ugly as draanth. But what did he know? It could be cutting edge design or fine art as far as the group of humans around him were concerned.

  “Meet Frank,” Dave announced, his voice as proud as if he were introducing his firstborn.

  “Frank?” Xaan’s eyebrows winged up as he searched his memory for everything he knew on human ship classes. “Its class designation?”

  The humans all chuckled, even Kenna.

  “Nah.” Gracie grinned. “No class. It’s a frankenship… made up of lots of others and fugly as sin. Hence… Frank.”

  “O…kay… whatever you say.”

  Humans. He’d never understand them.

  “Just a few tweaks to do in the morning. Then she’ll be good to go,” Dave said, casting a nervous glance at the sky outside. It was late afternoon sliding toward evening, and they were all aware that they were on the clock.

  “And we’ll all get in there?” Stephens wanted to know, eyeing Frank.

  It was a valid point. Frank was only the size of a small troop carrier.

  “It’ll be a squeeze, but it’ll take all of us,” Dave smiled tiredly. Beneath his smile lurked the awareness they all shared. After another night with the Krin hunting them, the group left in the morning to board Frank and escape might be sign
ificantly smaller.

  With that sobering thought, they turned to head back to the main building. Another team had spent most of the day shoring up the defenses as those who would stand guard tonight slept. Xaan, Kenna and Stephens had gone over them before coming out here to see Frank. Hopefully they would hold another night and then they could escape.

  They’d barely made it ten steps from the front of the hangar when a sibilant drawl surrounded them.

  “Looooook at all the preeeeeetty snackziiiiiiiiiies. So yum! Waiiiiiting for meeee!”

  “CONTACT!” Stephens roared, all those armed in the group swinging around, weapons raised as they formed a protective circle around the others.

  “Where is it?” Kenna called from one side. “Does anyone have eyes on?”

  Xaan scanned their surroundings, human assault rifle feeling tiny and insignificant in his hands. Draanth what he’d give for a series KT-seventeen right about now. The big shoulder canon would give the trall something to think about. Take a couple of limbs off for sure.

  “Two o’clock,” he shouted, spotting movement and firing at the same time. There was a skitter and a giggle as tentacles disappeared into the shadows. Draanth. He should have accounted for it being young. It could be active far earlier, during the daylight that would paralyze an adult.

  “Back into the hangar! Secure the doors! GOGOGOGO!” he bellowed as he walked backward. The rest of the guards followed his lead, forming a rear-guard action as the group fled back to the dubious safety of the hangar.

  Xaan jumped for the huge double doors at the front of the building, a distance easily twice his height. His hands caught the bottom edge.

  “Kenna! The motor!”

  She got what he meant immediately, lifting her rifle. The sharp retort of gunfire was followed by a small explosion and then the rattle of the doors as Xaan’s weight brought it down faster than the archaic motor would ever have been able to.

  His boots hit the ground and he slammed the door shut. The Krin screamed, slamming into the other side of the door. Tentacles snaked underneath.