Alien Healer

by Sadie Carter

  “Hey, don’t talk to Keely and Blue like that.” Ellie poked her finger into his chest. “They just did what I asked them to.”

  She dropped her nose to his chest. “Yum, you smell so good.”

  “You should not be out of bed. And they should have ensured you stayed there. And if they could not do that,” which was doubtful, considering she was smaller than they were and still weak, “then they should have called me and I would have come home.”

  “It was time for me to get up. I’ve been in bed too long. I feel fine. Great, actually. Blue and Keely were just doing what I wanted.”

  “I think it’s time we left,” Blue said.

  “Yes, it is,” he said tightly.

  “Racar,” Ellie said quietly. “This was my decision. I’m not sick anymore. I don’t need to lie around in bed. I was sick of lying around in bed.”

  “Then you should have spoken to me before doing this. Not waited until I left. You could have harmed yourself.”

  “All right, we’re going to go. Come on, Keely,” Blue said, standing and reaching for her friend.

  Keely’s bottom lip poked out. “Do we have to?”

  “Yes,” both Blue and Ellie said to her.

  Keely sighed. She stood then leaned down to speak to Ellie. “Let us know how it goes. I want details. Juicy details. You know what I mean?”

  Racar had no idea what she meant. But Ellie obviously did since she had gone bright red and nodded. Racar walked them to the door, watching them carefully to make certain they were sober enough to walk home alone. “I am going to contact Safan and tell him you are on your way home.”

  “Okay,” Blue said with a grin. “Have fun.” She winked at him.

  “Fun? What do you mean?”

  Blue just shook her head with a sigh. “I worry about you.”

  She did?

  “You can thank us tomorrow.” Keely giggled.

  Thank them? They would be lucky if he allowed Ellie to have anything to do with them again. Stars, who was he kidding? He knew by now that he could not separate them. He’d had that idea in the beginning. To keep Ellie to himself. But that would only make her upset and that was the last thing he wanted. He also had a suspicion that even if he tried, he wouldn’t manage it. They had a close bond.

  He walked back into the living area, fully prepared to give Ellie a firm scolding then put her to bed, after making her take a pain inhibitor and drink a full glass of water.

  But when he stepped into the living room, he was shocked to realize she wasn’t there.

  “Where did she go?”

  He moved into the bedroom. Perhaps she’d had the good sense to get herself into bed in an attempt to assuage some of his anger. It would not work. He still intended to give her a good scolding. Then he would ensure that she went to sleep early.

  She wasn’t in the bedroom.

  He turned to the bathroom. He’d had about enough of this. His rumble of displeasure filled the room when he discovered the bathroom was empty.

  “Ellie!”

  He stomped through the bedroom, into the living room, and then glanced around. His home was small. He’d never really needed much, so it was just a one-bed, one-bath with an open-plan living area and kitchen with a balcony off the living room. He strode over there and opened the door, and sure enough, there she was, lying on a lounger, sipping from a glass of water this time, thankfully.

  “Ellie—”

  “Isn’t it beautiful.” She waved her hand out at the setting suns in the distance.

  “Ellie—”

  “I never really had a home, you know.”

  He froze. She very rarely mentioned anything about her past. He hadn’t pressed her. It wasn’t like he was forthcoming about things from his past either. But if she wanted to talk, he would not do anything to stop her.

  “What do you mean?” he asked. He wanted to move to her. To lift her off the lounger and settle back with her on his lap. But that would put his shaft far too close to the place that it really wanted to be. He did not know how much longer his control could hold out. Only by telling himself that she was ill, that she was too fragile yet for what he wanted from her, had kept him grabbing her, stripping her naked, and claiming her.

  Mine. Mate.

  “What about when you were a child?”

  “Nope. I mean, I did when I was very young, but that all went away when I was six. I always wanted a home. A place to call my own.”

  Guilt filled him. He’d never thought of this place as a home and it wasn’t, not really. It was just a place he used to sleep and shower. And even then, most of the time, he did that at his office. But now he had a mate. She deserved a home, especially after what she’d just told him. He would need to start looking into somewhere else to live. Somewhere more suited to a family.

  “What are you doing all the way over there?” she asked, looking up at him. She patted the lounger. “Come sit with me.”

  He raised an eyebrow. There was something in her voice. He was not quite certain, but she almost sounded aroused.

  “There is not room for me and you on that lounger.”

  “Isn’t there? I’m sure you could think of some way to make us fit.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  He frowned in concern. “Is there something wrong with your eyebrows?”

  “What? No.” She placed one hand over her eyebrows. “Why?”

  “They were wiggling up and down in a very strange way. Is this like your itchy nose? Do you wish me to scratch your eyebrows?”

  “No.” She held up a hand to stop him as he moved forward. Then she sighed, looking slightly defeated. “I am so crap at this.”

  “At what?”

  “Seduction.”

  Okay, that was a surprise. “You are trying to seduce me?”

  “See!” She threw her hands up in the air, obviously forgetting she had a glass of water. The water splashed over his chest. “I’m so crap, you don’t even know I’m seducing you.” She stared up at him, her mouth dropping open slightly as he ran his hand over his damp chest.

  “Um. Oops. Sorry. I got you all wet.”

  “So you did,” he said. “And I believe that is my job.”

  “What?” She frowned. Then her eyes grew wide. Her cheeks filled with red. He loved when she blushed. “Oh. You mean…”

  “Ellie, do you want me to join with you?”

  “Damn, just come straight out and ask. Why didn’t I think of doing that?”

  “I do not know. Why did you not?”

  “It sure would have been easier than spending the day worrying and plotting and trying on lingerie.”

  “Lingerie?” he asked. By now, the sun had set, and it was growing cooler. He needed to get her inside. He was not completely convinced she was up to this yet. But if it was what she wanted…what she needed…well, it was his job as her mate to give her all of that. He would just have to ensure that she allowed him to do all the work so she did not become overly tired.

  “Yep, lingerie.” She stood up and undid her robe, revealing the sexy, see-through garment she was wearing underneath. It was made of lace and a strategically placed bit of material that seemed to reveal more than it hid. “See?”

  Um, okay, so the Sola started to wear off right about the time that she pulled open her silky dressing gown to show him the sexiest and definitely the sluttiest thing she’d ever worn in her life. She wouldn’t have even had the guts to put this on without the benefit of a few drinks.

  Still, she thought it didn’t look too bad on her. Sure, she might as well be wearing nothing for all it covered. But didn’t men like that? Or at least she thought human men did. As she stared at Racar, who was just gaping at her like he’d never seen a naked woman before, well, she was starting to wonder if he liked it.

  Or just thought she’d gone crazy.

  She started to wrap the dressing gown around herself again. This had been a stupid idea. Who was she kidding? She was no seductress. She didn’t have a clue what s
he was doing.

  “Do not move.”

  She froze and looked up at Racar. His voice had sounded strained. Odd.

  “I know you don’t like it. I’m sorry, I’ll just go get changed—”

  “Do not move.”

  “Racar? What’s wrong?” He was breathing heavily. Suddenly, he took a couple of steps forward and pulled the dressing gown right off her.

  She stared at him, hardly believing he’d just done that. He was always so careful around her. His touch always gentle; he was always aware of his strength. But right now, he was like a tightly coiled spring ready to pounce.

  “Racar, maybe you could say something? Let me know you’re okay.” She was really starting to worry about him.

  His gaze ran over her, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The moonlight was bright enough to highlight his features, but his face was still. Unreadable.

  Intense. That was the main vibe she was getting from him.

  “You will never wear this outfit in front of anyone else,” he said finally.

  “Well, no, this is lingerie.”

  “Lingerie?”

  “You don’t know what lingerie is? Keely bought this a year ago but reckons it doesn’t suit her. She has a lot of lingerie. Women here don’t ever wear things like this?”

  His eyes widened. “In front of others?”

  “Well, not just anyone. It’s not for wearing out in public. It’s for wearing in the bedroom.”

  “In the bedroom.”

  “Racar, you’re starting to worry me. Do you not like it?”

  “How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Tired? Sore?”

  Oh hell. Not this again.

  She put her hands on her hips and his eyes flared. “Racar, I know you were worried about me. Scared. I get it. You big bad warriors don’t do scared. You nearly lost me. But I feel fine now. I am not fragile. And I cannot spend days on end in bed. I’m sick of lying around doing nothing. That’s not me. I know I nearly died and I know why you would have a hard time getting past that. But I cannot go much longer without you fucking me.”

  He sucked in a breath. “You know what will happen if we join.”

  “Yes. I will be yours. Forever.” And she wanted nothing more.

  He reached out, grabbed hold of her hips, and drew her against him. She felt his hard cock press against her soft stomach.

  “We do this, we do this my way. My rules.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it always your rules?”

  “I could wish. I seem to have found myself a very disobedient mate.”

  “I am not,” she protested.

  “What orders did I give you before leaving today?”

  “First of all, I’m your mate. I don’t work for you, so I shouldn’t have to take orders from you. Second of all, your orders suck.”

  “They suck?”

  “Yes, they suck. Rest, rest, and more rest. I’m sick of resting. I don’t want to rest anymore.”

  “And what do you want?”

  “I want to be yours. Permanently. Forever. I want you to join with me, Racar.”

  He picked her up, swung her into his arms, and cradled her like a baby. His eyes glowed amber as he stared down at her. Her breath caught at the sign of arousal.

  She reached up and cupped the side of his face. “Racar, please make love to me. Fuck me. I need you so bad.”

  “As your mate, it is my job to give you what you need.”

  “Fantastic. What I need is orgasms. Lots of orgasms. And you, inside me, now.”

  “Mate, I have never heard you talk this way.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m maybe a teensy bit drunk.” She held her finger and thumb about an inch apart.

  “I would say more than that.” He carried her through the living room and into the bedroom, where he placed her on the masic. He stared down at her.

  Her heart raced. “Racar?”

  “I am just taking you in. My beautiful mate.” He reached out and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Her breathing hitched. “You are going to follow my instructions. Allow me to do most of the work. I do not wish to tire you.” By now, his hand had reached her pussy and he ran a finger over her slit, her thin panties the only barrier between them.

  “Believe me, I am not in the least bit tired.”

  He moved a finger under her panties then stilled, looking down at her in surprise. “You are bare here?”

  “Yeah, removed it today.”

  “I must see.” He reached for her hips and then pulled her to the edge of the masic. Reaching under her gown, he pulled her panties off. She blushed as she realized he could easily see how damp they were. He smiled. A wicked, heated smile.

  “You are wet for me, my mate.”

  “God, yes.”

  He moved his gaze over her. “Your breathing is coming fast; your pulse racing and your nipples are hard.”

  “You don’t have to tell me. I already know.”

  He reached for her ankles and pulled her legs up, spreading them wide and placing her feet flat on the mattress. Her gown pooled around her hips, exposing her to his gaze. He stared down at her until she started to squirm, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the attention. He placed his hands on her thighs. “Remain still. I wish to look at you. Then I will touch you, taste you.”

  Her breath caught. “Racar, please.”

  “You wish my touch, mate,” he murmured.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Please.”

  He reached down, ran his finger lightly along her lower lips. “I can see everything. You even have spots down here. At some stage, I am going to search your body for every spot and lick each one. But not tonight. I need you too much tonight.”

  “I need you too!”

  “You are wet for me. Eager to have me inside you.” He moved his finger around her clit and she cried out. “So sensitive.”

  “Yes. Yes.” Her breath came in sharp pants.

  He moved his finger lower, pressed it deep inside her.

  Fuck! That felt so good.

  “You are tight here. I must make sure you are very ready for me.”

  “I am ready for you now!”

  “Not now. Not quite. But you will be.” He leaned over her, placed his face close to her pussy and took in a deep breath. “Your scent is addictive.”

  “Oh hell,” she muttered. “Racar, I can’t take it. I need to touch you.”

  “No. Not yet.” He fingered the gown she wore. “You will get more of these.”

  “Yes,” she breathed out. Whatever he wanted.

  “I will pay for them. You will buy them for me.”

  “Whatever you want, just please touch me.”

  He smiled. “So eager. So hot for your mate. This is good.” He reached up and cupped her breast. Then flicked the tip of his thumb over her nipple. “Yes, very eager.”

  She reached for him. She couldn’t take it much longer. She ran her hands down his muscular forearms. “Racar, strip, please. I want to see you.”

  He moved the top of the gown down, uncovering just one breast then leaned over, his weight resting on his forearms as he lapped at her stiff nipple.

  “Oh, yes. Racar!” She wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her pussy against him, trying to find some friction for her aching clit as he played with her nipple. Licked it. Then suckled on it. Then he nipped it gently and she screamed.

  He glanced up at her. “You like that?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  He grinned as he moved over to her other breast, pushing the cup of the gown down to reveal that breast as well. He scrapped his teeth across the sensitive bud and she whimpered.

  “More. More.”

  “Every morning, I will wake with you beside me. I will wake you by sucking on your nipple or by kissing your neck or with my tongue deep inside your passage.”

  Jesus, was he trying to kill her here?

  “Yes! Yes!”

  “It would be a most pleasant way to wake up, would it not?” he as
ked as he laid kisses down her stomach, through the material of her gown. Then he reached her bare pussy. He ran his tongue across the top of her mound.

  “Reach down and grab your legs. Hold them up against your chest,” he commanded.

  “Racar!” she protested. But she did as he ordered. God knew, the last thing she wanted was for him to stop.

  She held her legs up, anticipation filling her as he parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He just stared until she wanted to scream. Then he did what she’d been waiting for and lowered his mouth to her pussy. He licked her, played with her clit, ran the flat of his tongue over the entrance to her passage.

  His tongue circled her clit as he pushed first one finger then a second inside her. He stretched her, finger-fucked her, toyed with her until started to beg him.

  “Racar, Racar, please. Please.”

  “My mate wishes to find her release?”

  “Yes!”

  His eyes blazed amber. “Good. Find your release. Let me hear you scream.”

  He moved his tongue faster, driving her higher and higher as he added a third finger to her pussy. She reached her peak, her mouth opening on a silent scream. And she came. The room spun, spots danced in front of her vision, her orgasm so hard and powerful that it almost scared her. But as if he sensed this, she quickly found herself wrapped up in his arms.

  “Breathe, mate. Breathe. That is it. You are safe.”

  She took one breath. Then another, shudders rocking her body. When she came back into her body, his warmth was surrounding her. She turned to look at him. He lay alongside her, holding her carefully. A feeling of peace and safety stole over her.

  “That was spectacular,” she whispered.

  One eyebrow rose. His lips twitched. “You shook so hard, I worried I had hurt you.”

  “Oh no. It’s just been a while. And, well, you are very good with that mouth.”

  “Thank you,” he told her.

  She ran her hand down his chest. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”

  He studied her. “Are you sure you are up to this? I am happy with just bringing you pleasure.”

  “Well, I’m not. I want to give you the same pleasure. I want to feel you inside me.” She blushed a little. “I’m not with my mouth as you are, but for you, I want to learn.”