by Sabrina York
She wanted to believe him, too. She brought one hand to her lips. The magical kiss that revealed the unseen beauty of space. And the endless depth of his eyes. But could she believe him?
No, aliens don’t exist. Or did they? How else could she explain the blue light from his hands and the resulting sensations she’d felt inside? And how could he do things the doctors could not?
If his words were true, she should run away, get as far away from him as possible before he began experimenting on her. Or had he already? But none of his actions brought her any harm. He’d only held her down and kissed her to keep her calm. And maybe even given her the chance to become a mother.
But oh, that kiss.
And now, he sat on the other side of the room, giving her space and time to think things through.
But he doesn’t look like an alien! Why would he make that up though? What would he gain?
“Frey?”
He looked over, his eyes empty, hollow. She’d never seen anyone look as sad without shedding a tear, quite the transformation from the confident human she’d seen enter the room hours earlier.
Guilt overwhelmed her for wanting an answer to the question in her head, but she asked anyway. “Is that what you really look like? I mean, you’re like the perfect male specimen.”
She hoped he’d respond with a smile, but he just shook his head, eyes cast down. “It’s just an illusion created to help us fit in on Earth.”
She hid her panic, but her mind raced with thoughts of an alien invasion. “Us? There’s more like you?”
“There were more of us, but everyone else returned to Ginnun. I’m the only one left on Earth.”
Phew! “Ginnun, what’s that?”
“My home planet.”
“Oh, but why? Why did you come here and why did you decide to stay?”
He glanced toward her. His eyes no longer held any color, their blackness appearing wet. “We came here to learn. The disguise is to prevent spreading fear and violence with our arrival. We mean no harm, but as my kind has travelled through space over the centuries, we have never been met with peace.”
She could understand why. Most people on Earth believed aliens would only come to the planet to take over. Unsure what she believed, she trusted Frey had no intention of hurting her, he’d had plenty of opportunity already. “Again, why did you stay?”
His eyes blinked—sideways. She tried to hide her gasp, but failed and he looked away. “Like I told you, my intended one mated with my former friend. I had no one to return to.”
She slid to the end of the bed, wanting to get closer to him. “Don’t you have family, friends? Are humans really that interesting?” She walked toward him, curious to know and see more.
“No one that matters.” He paused as if he noticed her getting closer. “On Ginnun, we are taught from a young age that displays of emotion are banned, not that those teachings are always successful. Parents aren’t supposed to love their children and husbands can’t show any affection for their wives. When Tandee gave herself to another, it tore me apart, but I wasn’t allowed to feel that way. After only a month here, I knew I didn’t want to return to Ginnun. I wanted to feel.”
She stood in front of him then and held out her hands. His black eyes met hers as he wrapped her hands in his. “You’re okay with what I told you?”
“No, but I’m trying to stay open-minded.” She tried to keep her hands from shaking even as she showed him she could handle the information. “I don’t feel like you want to hurt me though.”
He lightly squeezed her hands, a smile forming on his lips. “I would never bring you harm.”
Lifting one hand up, she gently placed it on the side of his face. “Will you show me what you really look like? I can see your real eyes, but I want to see the rest.”
“You won’t run away?” She winced seeing all of the confidence he’d had at the beginning of the night gone, but it made her trust him even more. “Whatever you do, please don’t scream.”
“I promised to stay the entire night, didn’t I? And don’t worry, I don’t scream unless someone sneaks up on me, or if I see a spider. You don’t look like a spider, do you?” The very thought sent a chill through her body.
He smiled, some of his confidence back while his human image flickered for a few seconds before completely disappearing. Unsure what to expect, she tried not to judge until she’d set eyes on his entire figure. Long, spindly fingers intertwined with hers. He tried to let go, but she held them tight. His body appeared taller and leaner than before. She saw the same black eyes, a less prominent nose and barely visible ears. His hair became jet black and appeared longer and curlier than before. Underneath luminescent scales, his skin shone a light blue.
“So, what do you think?” His mouth quirked, revealing his uncertainty.
Except for their color, his lips were the only thing that didn’t change. She leaned towards him, wondering if they would still feel the same. She had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach him, but wrapping her arms around his neck helped. The feel of his skin surprised her. Perhaps he didn’t have scales, but the pattern lay beneath his skin.
He’s beautiful.
His lips were softer, warmer. When Frey responded to her kiss, it produced an urgency inside her that pushed away any lingering fear or hesitation. His hands cradled her ass and lifted her up, closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Why don’t we get those clothes off and see what the rest of you looks like?”
Chapter Eight
He carried her over to the bed. Frey hadn’t expected her to remain so calm after taking in his appearance. And her kiss surprised him and stirred his desire for her once more. She’d been worth every minute he spent waiting.
Before they reached the bed, she had his shirt, already torn open from his change, off his shoulders and began to run her fingers down his chest. “Your body is more ripped than I imagined.” Her mouth trailed kisses across his neck and down his chest, readying his body for mating. He’d seen the act performed in the instructional videos, but it did not include touching the way Carrie touched him. The male in the video always took much longer to be ready to mate.
When he set her down, she kneeled in front of him, tugging at his belt. “I want these clothes off.”
Her hands were quick. His pants fell to the floor and her hands surrounded his cock before he could worry what she’d think. While his shaft was smooth like a human male’s, the head had several nodules that released his mating fluid.
She looked up at him and smiled while her thumb brushed across the bumps on the end of his cock. Tandee had never touched him down there. When our time for mating arrives, I will prime you, she’d always said. Until then, it is an unnecessary action that will make you act in an inappropriate manner.
Unnecessary or not, his body filled with need. He wanted to plunge himself inside Carrie and release his seed.
His knees buckled as she took his cock into her mouth. About to object and ask her the purpose of the act, he lost all thought, trying hard to keep himself standing. Then he remembered the human instructional videos for sex. This happened all the time. He’d never understood why until now.
Her tongue flicked over his nodules as she drew him in and out, sending pulses throughout his body. He couldn’t take much more. I must mate.
With little pressure, he pushed back on her shoulders. “You have to stop that.”
“You didn’t like it?” She looked away, her newfound confidence fading. “I’m sorry. I never thought that you wouldn’t find the same pleasure as a human.”
Frey sat on the bed beside her. He brought her head to rest against his chest. “That felt amazing, but I was ready to release. I had to stop you.” He lifted Carrie’s chin and met her lips with his.
The sensations rushing through his body convened at his soul. His desire for her overwhelmed his self-conscious thoughts. She accepted him without reservation.
He slipped his hands under her shirt,
needing to remove her clothing before they could mate. She lifted her arms then hips, allowing him access to her naked body. He barely managed to stop his hands from reaching out for her breasts. Her smooth skin looked so inviting, but female breasts were off limits on Ginnun, for children to feed from only.
She must have sensed his hesitation. Her body straddled his and she took his hand, lifting it toward her breasts. “It’s okay, you can touch them. You can use your mouth, too.”
He decided to ignore everything he had learned about mating on Ginnun. Carrie was from Earth. She expected different things. She guided his hands to her breasts then grabbed his cock. Her lips crashed down on his mouth.
He pulled away, gasping for air. “I’m ready; you need to stop that.”
She released him and lay back on the bed, the scent of her sex invigorating his senses. On Ginnun, the male would approach the woman from behind, but he wanted to see her face as he made love to her. He wanted the emotional attachment. He slid his body over hers and prepared to mate.
Her muscles tightened and she kept him from entering her. “I’m not ready yet.”
He froze, with no idea what to do next. Trying to recall the Earth sex videos for some clue, his mind remained blank.
Taking his hand, she smiled up at him. She held two of his fingers together and guided them towards her heat. A moan escaped between her soft lips as he slid his fingers inside. Her muscles tightened around them as her wetness spread.
Chapter Nine
Carrie’s body tensed further as he brought her closer to orgasm. The foreplay started with some reluctance; she suspected sex was simply about breeding on his home planet. He learned fast though and she hadn’t been afraid to teach him. His body screamed sexual god. She took it as her responsibility to show him what it could do. Sex with an alien never entered her mind before, but she’d never imagined an alien to be so virile. She wanted to experience every inch of him.
He removed his fingers and tasted her, his tongue just as elongated as the rest of his body. She struggled to hold still as it swept around, touching every sensitive spot inside. “I never expected….”
He moved three fingers inside of her, set together like a cock and took her words away.
Finding her clit, he learned that rubbing it drove her wild. “You like that?” She heard all the confidence back in his voice.
As she tried to nod, he plunged his fingers further in. She could only get “uh huh” out as a moan, not wanting to move for fear of losing the sensations. Her moans became higher pitched as he drove into her harder and faster, his thumb rubbing her toward ecstasy. She screamed with pleasure as the orgasm tore through her body.
Frey pulled his fingers out of her and leaned away. “Did I hurt you?”
Her body shook with aftershocks. “No,” she panted. “That was….amazing.”
He relaxed and brought his hands back to her, his thumb grazing one erect nipple while his mouth sucked in the other.
Without hesitation, he slid inside of her, sending her towards another orgasm. The head of his cock hit her G-spot with every thrust. Pressure continued to build as his mouth came down on hers. So close. She couldn’t think straight. He grabbed her hips and drove her harder and harder, bringing her new pleasures in so many ways.
A guttural roar filled the room as Frey’s body tensed above her. The spray of his seed sent her over the edge once more. She held him inside, enjoying the continuing orgasm, and pulsed around his alien cock.
Collapsing beside her, the sheen of his sweat made his blue skin glow brighter. She curled up beside him and brushed the moisture from his brows. “I never expected to experience anything like that.”
He tightened his grip around her. “Yes, I’m glad we arranged this one-night stand.”
And there it was—the reminder of the purpose of this night. She’d wanted to forget about the idea of the night of uncommitted sex until she left him. She wanted to remain in his arms for as long as possible, but now she couldn’t.
Alien or not, she hoped for something more from him.
He fell asleep, his grip loosening. She used the opportunity to get off the bed and rush to the bathroom. She refused to cry. It would do her no good. Dressing as fast as she could, she kept checking to make sure he remained asleep. Although she would never forget this night, she didn’t want to go through the awkward goodbye. It was better that way. She grabbed her overnight bag, slipped out of the room and left her key card at the front desk.
Chapter Ten
The warmth Frey had enjoyed when he fell asleep had disappeared. Carrie. Where did she go? His stomach rumbled with hunger. Perhaps she’d gone down to the hotel’s restaurant to get something to eat. He would join her after he relieved himself and dressed.
Turning to wash his hands in the sink, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, his true form. He kept his alien body hidden with the human image out of necessity. Even when abducted yesterday, he’d refused to change. But she made him comfortable without his human image. She didn’t fear him.
He concentrated to appear human once again; walking around the hotel as a Ginnunian would bring him attention he neither needed nor wanted. Looking for his clothes around the bed, he noticed hers were gone, her bag, her purse, everything. She had left him. He searched the room for a note, something to indicate she would return or contact him, but he came up empty-handed.
He roared in anguish. His only lover abandoned him after their first mating. He sat on the bed, his head in his hands. He should have been worried about her telling his secrets to others, but his heart ached too much. Her rejection hurt far worse than when Tandee selected Brand as her mate.
Perhaps arranging a one-night stand had been a bad idea. Madame Evangeline only guaranteed him one night. But he’d been so sure Carrie would stick around after. They’d bonded on so many levels. She’d only needed a boost of confidence to open up, be herself. And she’d revealed more through their mating than during their entire conversation. Then she left him.
Now, without her, he had nothing. All hope of having a mate and family on Earth vanished, with no chance for him to experience love. He might as well devote his life to the Space Service, but no one from Ginnun would return for him. He was dead to his home planet and destined to live on Earth, forever alone.
Even with another hour before check out, he had to leave the room. Every incredible memory of his night with her brought the realization he would never see her again. He couldn’t even email her. All emails came forwarded from Madame Evangeline, stripped of any contact information.
After he finished dressing, he grabbed his key card and headed down to the front desk.
“Did you enjoy your stay, Mr. Berger?” The front desk clerk appeared too chipper for his mood.
“Yes, thank you.” As his receipt printed out, a thought occurred to him. “The woman staying with me, what time did she check out?”
“Six a.m., Sir. Said she had an early meeting.”
He nodded even though he knew it was a lie. “Thank you.” He took his receipt and turned to leave.
“Mr. Berger? Will you be seeing Miss Cooper at all today?”
“I hope to.” If only his words were true.
“Could you return her phone to her? She ran out of here so fast and I didn’t realize she left it until she was gone.”
He couldn’t have asked for a better way to get in touch with her. The hotel only had Madame Evangeline’s information. “Sure, I’ll make sure she gets it.”
He rushed to his car with her phone, scrolling through her contact list. Several numbers were listed under work, but he found only two other numbers: her parents and her best friend, the friend who’d encouraged her to go on the date.
He would never tell his own parents about a date, but this was Earth. Would Carrie discuss it with anyone?
Chapter Eleven
Carrie considered going home, but she couldn’t be alone. She needed someone to talk to and the only person who would unde
rstand was Tamara. Wanting to call to make sure her best friend was home, Carrie discovered she’d lost her cell phone. The thought of returning to the hotel to look for it caused her stomach to twist. Maybe later, when she knew Frey would be gone. She couldn’t face him. She refused to say goodbye.
In the foyer of Tamara’s building, she buzzed up. “It’s Carrie. Are you alone?”
“Yes, just got home from my date. Come on up.”
She took the stairs to the second floor, hoping the constant movement would keep her tears at bay. She shouldn’t have expected so much out of her one-night stand. When her friend opened the door, the flood gates burst.
“Oh, Care, was it that bad?” Tamara put an arm around her shoulders and guided her into the apartment.
“No, it was great. I didn’t want it to end.”
Tamara stopped and stared at her like she’d grown another head. “Then why are you here? Why aren’t you still on your date?”
She flopped on the couch. “I didn’t want to have to say goodbye.”
Her friend headed for the kitchen. “I don’t get it. If you both had a good time, why couldn’t you go out again? Why did you have to say goodbye?” She returned with a tub of ice cream and two spoons.
“Ice cream, this early?”
“Anytime is a good time for ice cream.”
Carrie took a spoon. “This is exactly why I came here. You always seem to know what I need.”
“Yeah, well I need details.” She spooned ice cream into her mouth. “Cough ‘em up.”
“After we….had sex, he made it clear this was just a one night stand. Then he fell asleep. I took that as my cue to leave. I didn’t want things to be awkward when he woke up.”
“I’m sorry.” Tamara leaned over and hugged her. “I know you were hoping for more, but at least you had a night of great sex.”
