She turned to face him, her temper flaring. “I am not military, Lieutenant. I will not be ordered about by my father, or anyone for that matter. The Kelons are our guests, not prisoners. So, if you can’t treat me or them with respect, then go somewhere else.”
Growls from behind her made her turn in surprise to find the men staring at Simmons with clear hostility. It awed her how supportive and caring these men have been, more so than her family.
Vallarr strode into the room, his gaze assessing the situation. He moved to where Emily stood and took up a protective stance.
“Is there a problem?” His English was good and she felt proud of how fast he learned.
“No, no problem.” Simmons smiled, raising his hands in surrender. “I get it, you win. I heard it said arguing with a woman is skydiving without a parachute—you’re always going to end up face first in the dirt.”
“What is a parachute?” Jyl asked.
“Was that an insult?” Vallarr scowled, trying to step between her and the Simmons.
She snorted with laughter. “No, no, be at ease, my friends. It is, as I’ve been teaching you about, a saying which is meant to be amusing.”
“They are confusing. I do not know whether to hit or laugh,” Hurr added.
“Never hit.” Jyl's tone was serious. “Humans softer. We protect them, even stupid ones.”
Emily struggled to hold in the laughter trying to burst free. The Kelons crept into her affections, but one more so than the others.
“Good, settled. You...” Jyl nodded at Simmons. “...arrange transport. We escort Emily to hospital, morning. Time?”
She loved their take charge attitude.
“Zero-six-hundred hours,” she offered.
“Yes, Sir.” Simmons acknowledged Jyl, his gaze on her as he shook his head, turning and muttering something about not letting women rule the earth.
“Are you ill?” Vallarr put his hand on her shoulder, turning her slightly, concern in his dark eyes.
“Oh, no, we’re going to visit other sick children. Help cheer them up. It’s what I do on Saturday mornings.”
“You provide security,” Jyl confirmed.
Vallarr nodded and the others re-took their seats. “I’ll see you later.” She lowered her voice to a soft whisper as she moved past him.
He simply nodded.
Her heartbeat increased in tempo as her mind and body switched gears. Tonight, she would know one way or the other if he was attracted to her or not.
* * * *
Different scents wafting from Emily’s dwelling hit his nose before he knocked on the door.
Every evening, from the moment he left her place, he eagerly looked forward to their next lesson, their next encounter. A need built within—to see her, to be near her—like an addiction.
The door swung in and he was positive by the great god Elron, she grew even more beautiful from the time he saw her at lunch.
Her dress...like a fist to his solar plexus. He stood stunned, winded and unable to move, his gaze riveted on the deep cleavage of her dark purple top, highlighting her full, creamy skin and swell of her breasts.
“Come in, big guy.” The spell broke as she turned away and his gaze dropped to the top of her thighs revealing a shorter than usual skirt. By the fire demons, why did she do this to him? It tempted him beyond all control.
He moved in, closing the door behind him. Walking into the kitchen, he stared puzzled by the patterned table cloth, bowls and eating utensils.
“Emily?” He watched her move about the kitchen, hovering over the stove as several pots simmered away.
“I thought we could use a change of pace. No lesson tonight. Got the translator in, so you can take a break from using English. I hope you’re hungry. I made my best vegetarian pasta recipe.”
Starving, but not for food.
Uncertain of what to make of this change in protocol, Vallarr sat down, the table helping to hide his unruly cock. Lesson after lesson, he endured through it for her sake.
Go with it, be kind, and stay in control.
“You cooked for me?”
On Kelon, only mates, mothers or sisters cooked for family.
You are not on Kelon—human females are different. His body tingled with a sense of awe she did this for him.
“How have you been feeling? Any more attacks or flashbacks?”
“No.” It was because his mind felt in balance and so much calmer being around Emily. As if she was his cure—the balm to his tormented soul.
I need her, but I can never have her. It hurt more than he cared to admit.
Her smile became his new sun.
“I’m glad, but just because you haven’t had attacks doesn’t mean the problems go away fully. I don’t know if you have physiologists or mind healers on Kelon, but I think you need to talk to someone about, well, your past and how it troubles you.”
She was right, and he wanted to talk to her about it, but feared a look of horror, disgust and hate in her eyes when he did. She must never know.
She lifted the pot of bubbling, long white food. She struggled on her leg while she moved to the sink where she poured the steaming substance into another silver thing with holes. The water drained out, leaving the pale, floppy strands.
He rose to his feet before he had given his legs the command to do so. “Can I help?”
Her smile was shy as she backed up. “Thank you. Could you lift the pasta and pour it back into the pot.”
He did as she bade when she moved to her red sauce. He placed the pasta back next to her on the stove. She smiled up at him, and he wanted nothing more in that moment to pull her into his arms and nuzzle in at her throat, lick her skin, and make her moan in pleasure.
He swallowed hard, taking a step back.
“Wonderful.”
He blinked. Did she mean him for the small task he performed for her?
She busied herself, pouring the sauce over what she had called ‘pasta’, mixing until it was completely coated.
His eyes ran down the curve of her spine, admiring the way her waist tucked in, only to flare out at her hips, narrowing again to such lovely legs.
“Taste test?” She turned and held up a fork with the substance wrapped around it.
He leaned down and opened his mouth, meeting her eyes, they were darker than before. He caught her sharp intake of breath and trembling hand while she slipped the food past his lips. Flavour burst over his tongue at the tangy, yet sweet substance. They were so close, within a hair's breadth of each other.
He chewed and swallowed, never breaking eye contact. “Amazing.” It was all he could manage.
“You, uh, have some sauce on your...” She lifted her arm, the heat of her hand pressed against his chin and her fingers swiped over his lips.
His breathing became laboured, his eyes narrowed, his mind swirled and he got dizzy with wanton lust. His hand shot out, gripped her wrist and he sucked her digit into his mouth.
The salty, womanly taste of her skin washed over him, shattering the last of his control and sense of reason.
Her eyelids dropped, pupils dilated, and she moaned softly. “Vallarr...I...oh, what the hell.” She gripped his neck with her free hand and he went willingly down when she pressed her mouth to his.
Mine, take her! Wrapping his arms around her body, he lifted her, crushing her soft frame against his. Pure instinct driving him, he sucked at her lips before driving in his tongue to take full possession.
This was kissing, he saw it many times on the Earth entertainment box, but never was he prepared for the impact kissing Emily would have on his senses. Her soft whimpers and moans encouraged his deeper exploration. She pushed her tongue back to rub against his, her body fitting against his in soft surrender.
Something clattered to the ground, but he didn’t care. He lifted her in his arms, breaking the kiss to lick down her throat to her neck.
“Oh, God, yes, Vallarr, yes, please. I want you; I want this!” Her breathless
pleas spurred him on, everything else forgotten while he carried her into her bedroom.
She wanted this, wanted him. Nothing was going to stop him this time from taking her. Mine!
Chapter 7
Emily’s head buzzed with the euphoric sensations of Vallarr’s tongue sliding against her throat. Her feet lowered and she slid down his body.
Not even making it to the bed, he pushed her against the wall, claiming her lips in another soul-stripping kiss, making her head spin. His hands were everywhere, tearing at her clothing, stripping her faster than she could have stripped herself. His hands, hot and demanding, forced her to his will. Emily was more than willing, loving every second of it, and utterly lost in the maelstrom of his passion. It never entered her mind he could go too far, or ever hurt her.
Kelons were dominant by nature and oh, so strong. All she did and wanted to do was surrender herself.
Her top fluttered to the floor followed by her bra, her skirt, and panties pushed down in one sweep.
She gasped when he lifted her again, tossing her onto the bed before crawling over her. His hands slid over her breasts, cupping them, tenderly squeezing. His forefinger and thumb closed in around the hardened points and squeezed.
A sharp jolt shot through her body; there was a neural pathway from her nipples directly to her clit.
His mouth replaced one hand, closing in around her left breast. She could barely make out his mutterings. “Soft, so beautiful, mine, mine, more.”
He sucked and flicked his tongue over the engorged points, making her clit pulse and her insides react with involuntary spasms. More moisture flooded between her thighs while he toyed and explored her body.
His breathing was heavy as he pulled back, making her cry out for the loss of his touch. He growled low, tearing at his clothing.
Her eyes widened, seeing him pull off his top; she caught sight of his scars for the first time—only the ones she could see running down his side, and she knew more ran over his back. Tears welled up in her eyes while she peered up at him.
Oh, how he must have suffered. She needed to do this more than ever, to love him, to show him how much he mattered to her.
He paused, a moment of clarity passing over his clouded face, and he glanced to his side, realising where her gaze lay. He stiffened and she saw the heartbreaking vulnerability in his eyes. She pushed herself up and reached for him, throwing her arms around his neck, licking and nibbing a path up his chin while he sat rigid.
“Don’t stop now, my big warrior. I want you more than anything. Big, strong and so sexy, you turn me on so much.”
He exhaled his held breath and before she could blink, she was flat on her back, his knee between her legs, pushing them wide, giving him access to her most private part. His hand skimmed down her rounded belly.
It thrilled her to see the sheer pleasure on his face. She didn’t need his words to tell her he found her curves sexy and a turn-on.
She squirmed when his fingers slid through her curls and along her drenched nether lips; he stroked, not attempting entry, but teasing, making her widen her legs in a silent plea.
The air felt thick, permeated with heady scent of their combined arousals. His fingers slid deeper, searching for and finding her clit.
A growl rumbled from his chest as he pressed down. She hissed, her hips lifting off the bed. He stilled and she pried her eyes open to see him watching her. With two fingers this time, he took hold of the bud, rolling it between his fingers, making her gasp and pant.
“You are sensitive here.”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
In reality, every evening he’d sat at her table had been a long, drawn out silent foreplay—she was more than wet and ready for him.
His thick finger breached her passage, sinking in deep, yet she couldn’t break his gaze, staring back while he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her.
“Emily, have you ever?”
Shaking, she hurriedly shook her head, managing to counter. “Have you?”
He shook his own head, a frown forming “You know, I cannot claim you.”
She knew this, knew it from the start, but it hasn’t stopped her going after what she wanted. Him. The backlash of them being together beyond lovers...this was not the time to think of such things.
“I know, please don’t stop. Let us have the here and now.” Her plea sounded pathetic and needy, but hell, she was.
If it made her weak in his eyes, so be it.
“I can’t become pregnant, I’m on the pill. It’s a human contraceptive which stops women having babies.”
He nodded, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead plate against her softer, human forehead, and she knew he surrendered to the powerful connection between them.
Another finger added to his first and everything else fell from her mind while he pushed in and out, his thumb flicking over her clit with each plunge. Her body shook with the pleasure building deep within, her breath laboured when he dropped his head, taking her right breast into his mouth and sucking hard at the straining point. The pain mixed with pleasure tipped her over into utter bliss, and she cried out while she quaked and trembled.
Removing his fingers, she felt him move over her and her mind struggled to recover. She pried her leaden eyelids open, catching a glimpse of his heavy cock, fully erect like a piece of carved ivory with a large, plum purple head and two slits instead of one, sliding between her open thighs. She felt the head glide across the mouth of her pussy and down between her lips, sitting at the head of her entrance.
She forced herself to relax, knowing the next part would probably hurt more than her mother told her it would. He pushed several inches into her body, nudging up against her barrier. She gasped for air, her mind in the grips of some primal emotions, knowing she chose the right one; Vallarr is the perfect man for this moment, to transition her from girl to woman.
His thick head pushed forward tearing the membrane, that had marked her untouched, and she panted against the pain. He tried to pull away, but she grabbed him around the neck, pulling him back.
“Don’t you dare. I want you in me!” she hissed.
Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, his cock forcing its way through the barrier, burying half his length inside her.
Her body and lungs seized with the excruciating pain ripping through her lower body.
It will get better, it will get better. She willed, struggling not to portray her discomfort to him. Vallarr must have sensed it, for he stopped, remaining still, his chest heaving in laboured breaths. She felt the strain of his muscles under her hands.
The pain did ease after a long moment. She wiggled her hips experimentally and the feeling of discomfort from being so full gave way to pleasure. Groans tumbled from his chest with her movements.
“More, Vallarr, please.”
He shifted, pulling out only to thrust harder, this time not stopping till her body sheathed him completely. Oh, God, the sensations made her lower abdomen clench, her walls ripple around his cock.
Vallarr growled and lost control. He thrust wildly, the power of them causing an almost violent reaction in her body with her lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. One hand cupped her breast while the other held her close as he pushed toward his own completion.
Her hips shifted with his every move; her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open as she panted and moaned. Her whole being centred on his huge cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Spinning out of control, she clawed at his back and wrapped her good leg around him as far as it would go while the new, deeper pressure built within, then burst free like an exploding dam.
Vallarr jerked and shook; she felt his cock erupting with a flood of seed, emptying into her. She bit down on her fist, muffling her scream as she came and kept coming, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around his cock, milking him of everything.
Suddenly, the room was quiet of everything, but heavy breathing. Vallarr collapsed forward, his heavy weight briefly almost crushing
her. He gathered her in his arms, rolling their sweaty bodies, his cock slipping from her body at the move, making them both groan.
She lay listening to the pounding of his heart, feeling her own sliding away. Her body relaxed, sated in a way she never thought possible.
“Did I hurt? Do you regret?” She felt his chest rumble, tickling her ribs.
Puzzled, she lifted her head, meeting his dark, worried gaze. She smiled softly and sweetly at him.
“Not hurt. I feel wonderful. With you, Vallarr, I will never regret anything. You are an amazing man, now and always.”
Yes, she has fallen in love with her big, scarred warrior. Her heart would never be the same, but she was not going to wallow in the self-pity of whatnots and what ifs.
* * * *
I am a damned fool! It didn’t matter he did not say the words, Vallarr’s every sense screamed. She was his—marked by him, claimed by him. Why did he open his mouth to insult her, proclaiming he could not claim her?
She gave him the sweetest of gifts—herself. Utterly selfless, her compassion and inner beauty knew no bounds. His fellow Kelons would kill him if they knew what he did, taken her like a man dying from thirst on his planet's sand-covered surface. He was not able to help himself.
Can I walk away from her?
No, never! His heart knew, she was seared more in his soul than the scars on his body. His arms tightened around her while she slept, a peaceful smile on her pretty pink lips. Mine forever.
Once this assignment was over, he would ask her to come with him and properly claim her before everyone. Until then, their new relationship would have to be kept in the shadows.
What if she discovers your shame? She will hate you, reject you. His chest ached as he tried to block out the thoughts and images of the dead bodies, the carnage. I killed them, I killed them all.
She stirred, lifting her head from his chest as her sleepy, worried eyes met him. “Honey, you're shaking.”
Her hand lifted to stroke along his jaw. “It’s okay, you’re here with me, remember.”
Words caught in his throat, so he nodded, running his hand down her back. By Elron, he would never get enough of touching her, the feel of her soft skin under his hand and fingertips.
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