Gavriel: Alien Sci-Fi Romance

by Enid Titan

  “Jaen… What are you doing here?”

  She scowls.

  “Saving your life, you nitwit, what the hell do you think?” she snaps.

  Nobody says anything about the way she addresses Garth. We’re all too grateful to have him back. Annabel rushes over and hugs him, her white blond hair falling from its holder and spreading over Garth’s chest in waves.

  “You’re alive… Oh, we needed you, Captain.”

  Garth pats her back and then leans back.

  “Where’s Xanth?”

  Jaen tugs on his hair.

  “I told you. I’m the one who saved your life.”

  Garth’s face twists into a grimace.

  “Dead, isn’t he?”

  “Aye,” Kazim murmurs, “And Connie.”

  Garth growls and slams his fist on the side of the bed.

  “What the hell have you all been up to?”

  Jaen pushes him back down, hard. I’m surprised by the power she has over him. He falls back and groans.

  “Xanth didn’t teach you bedside manner before he passed,” Garth grumbles.

  “You’re not well. You’re awake but you need to stay here for observation.”

  “Like hell,” Garth moans, “I’m taking command of this ship and tonight? We’re having a party.”

  “Captain!” Poke objects, “Everyone’s locked down in their quarters. We can’t have a party. We’re down a doctor and an engineer. There’s no telling if we’ll make it to the salvage site alive!”

  Garth grins and opens one eye.

  “What better time to party? Kazim, find somewhere to park us. Whoever’s planning on ruining us all owes us one last good time.”

  “Captain!” Poke objects again.

  Garth beckons her close.

  “Come, dear Annabel. Thank you for looking after my ship. But trust me, I can handle it from here.”

  Jaen glances at Annabel who gives up her fight and nods. Garth Moray’s back in charge. He’s the one piece of good news our ship’s had in a while. And I’ll never object to a party.

  Chapter 62

  The Wicked Girl I Fell For

  I can’t argue with a party. Even if Poke’s furious about it, she has to loosen up for a bit. Poke loves a good party as much as anyone. Junior crew remain on guard shift and there’s one crew member assigned to the dome, but Kazim’s found a nice nebula we can park behind to let loose.

  “We’re off course by a full week. Hungry. Exhausted. Tired of having a saboteur take the piss out of all of us. Licker has prepared a fine feast and tonight, we drink, we dance, we forget that someone has killed two of space’s finest pirates. One night and then we work double shifts and make up the time because nobody messes with Garth Moray’s missions.”

  “Hear, hear!” Kazim cheers.

  We raise pints of pumpkin beer and Kazim leads a space shanty. I find Jaen in the crowd, Nova’s arm around her shoulder as she pushes her spectacles up her nose and struggles through the words of the song. Kazim’s the only one who knows all five verses by heart but we all join along filling in lines as best we can or screaming incoherently when we’ve forgotten the words.

  Jisoo plays the fiddle, so she sits and tucks the instrument beneath her chin. Xanth loved when she played and he’d dance old Irish songs. He claimed his great grandmother was from Ireland — the one on Earth, not the green planet where descendants of Earths Celtic folk colonized two hundred years ago in our sector. It seems impossible that he could have family that far away, especially given the strained relations between the confederates and the Alliance.

  Kazim beckons Jaen away from Nova and leads her in a dance to Jisoo’s song. He holds her waist and they laugh and dance about while Nova claps along. She doesn’t dance to music like this. She prefers harsh Zubon electronic music. I cut into their dance, extending a hand to Jaen who sheepishly takes it, glancing backward guiltily at Kazim.

  I grab her by the small of her waist and pull her firmly against me as Jisoo plays a melancholic slow tune. She presses her fingers against my chest. My grasp tightens. I need her to look at me.

  “Long time no see.”

  “Yes,” I murmur, “A few days.”

  “Gavriel…”

  “Don’t say anything. I don’t want to talk tonight. I want to dance. I want to hold you.”

  “But we ought to talk,” she says, her fingers sliding over the opening to my tunic, “After the other night.”

  I hold her hands against my chest, and she follows me around the dance floor. She’s an excellent dancer too. Smooth. I’m on the verge of stepping on her feet, and if the music were any faster, I’d have crunched her toes by now.

  “I’ve said everything I want to say.”

  She presses her head against my chest, but she doesn’t respond. She knows what I’m talking about. I told Jaen Nabokov that I loved her, yet she can’t bring herself to say it back. In a little over a week, our journey will end and if she doesn’t love me, we’ll say goodbye and the chances we’ll ever see each other again are slim.

  I think she murmurs, “I’m sorry,” but I don’t hear her because Jisoo plays a different, faster song and we’re the only two slow dancing. Poke and Horus lean on each other at a mess hall table. She kisses the scaled ridges of his shoulders and his tail flicks furiously each time she kisses him. I never thought I’d find them… sweet.

  Kazim coaxes Nova out onto the dance floor. Jisoo tires of playing. Whenever we partied together before, Connie would request songs and she’d laugh with Garth Moray as they told each other jokes and matched each other drink for drink. Jaen’s tired of dancing, so we get drinks from Licker and sit on the floor in the corner of the mess hall. Jaen leans her head on my shoulder.

  “I care about you, Gavriel.”

  “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  “Is that it, then?”

  “No. It isn’t it. I… I need to know your intentions.”

  “And I haven’t made them clear?”

  She takes my hand and I squeeze hers.

  “Let’s get through this, okay?”

  “We will,” I answer her with certainty I can’t possibly possess.

  “I’ve been thinking,” Jaen murmurs, “About the shapeshifter…”

  I’d forgotten that I told her. I lean over and kiss her cheek.

  “We shouldn’t talk about it here.”

  “Your quarters then,” she whispers.

  The hair on my arms and the back of my neck stands on end with her voice. If we’re going back to my quarters, we both know what will happen. Jaen leads the way this time. The doors open for us and she’s on me before I know what’s hit me. She doesn’t want to talk at all. She runs her hands over my horns and as I growl low in my throat. She kisses my neck.

  “I got scared,” she whispers, “It was so intense. I’ve never been that close with a man before. I’ve never felt so…”

  She trails off and moans as my tongue slides into her mouth and our lips attack each other. I push her up against the wall, growling louder, and she forces my tunic open, her fingers running over my ridged abdominal muscles. She slides her hand over the waist of my trousers and slips my suspenders over my shoulders.

  “Why are you so patient with me, Gavriel?” She asks.

  I stop kissing her. I’m half naked and we were so close to falling into each other's arms again that I’m not sure why she’s asking.

  “Because. I love you.”

  “You don’t have a reason to love me.”

  “I don’t need a reason.”

  “I haven’t done anything! I’m a stupid, lost human girl who wandered onto this ship and I… I want to say it back… but I can’t think of a good reason a man like you would want a human girl.”

  I’ve never heard her like this. So soft. So nearly broken.

  “Jaen…”

  Her hands clench into tiny fists.

  “I’ll be so angry if you’re using me.”

  “I’m not.
”

  “Good.”

  She touches the healed spot where she stabbed me.

  “Because I still remember the right places to prick,” she whispers.

  I kiss her and smirk.

  “There’s the wicked girl I fell for.”

  Chapter 63

  I’m Not Done Falling

  “Did you fall for me?”

  “I don’t think I’m done falling for you.”

  I press her against the wall again and kiss her so she knows how much it means to me. I rake my fingers through her hair, letting her curls wrap around my hand and tangle.

  “I want to fall for you tonight.”

  She reaches down for my cock and I shudder as her hand cups around the engorgement.

  “This is what I want tonight.”

  “I didn’t scare you then?”

  “No,” she whispers, “Not with that.”

  I can’t hold back anymore. Blood rushes through me, concentrating at the stiffness between my thighs. I hoist her bum into my palms and press her against the wall and press my crotch between her spread legs.

  “You’re deliciously wet,” I murmur, “Before I have you tonight. I want to taste you.”

  It’s cruelty that I can smell her freshly washed human scent from here, yet I can’t yet taste her nectar on my tongue. I hoist her onto her shoulders and slide her dress up over her thick thighs. I kiss her inner thighs, teasing my way up her soft cinnamon-colored flesh until I get to the dripping peach at the apex of her delectable thighs. I want her. I need her. Once I taste her, it won’t be enough. Now she’s my mate, I can’t control myself with her. I don’t want to control myself. My erection aches for her. I slide her panties aside and she moans my name as my tongue strikes between her engorged lower lips and I savor the first taste of her before forcing her lower lips apart again and sliding my tongue deeper before finding the hardened nub nestled between her soft plump lips. She moans as I squeeze her cheeks tighter and run my tongue slowly along her clit, teasing her just the right way until she gasps and her claws dig even deeper into my thick nest of hair. She grabs my horns and bucks her hips forward. She moans as my tongue hits her in all the right places.

  She’s figured it out. If she grabs my horns and moves her hips, she can make herself cum, riding my face and tongue until she reaches a well-deserved climax. I relax my grip on her ass, letting her control the pace of her hips as I lick every inch of her like an ice cream cone with a flattened tongue and eager sampling of every drop to spill from between her perfect, human legs.

  She cries out as she cums and more juices spill from her entrance. Her grip on my horns tightens as she rides me. I lick every drop up and when I’m done, my tongue lingers on her clit until she cums again. When she dismounts, I stop, but only once she’s had enough. She gasps.

  “H-how can you do that so long without getting tired?”

  “Why would I tire of it?”

  “Most males do.”

  “Most males tire of pleasing their female?”

  She giggles, like I’ve said something funny or phrased it awkwardly.

  “Yes,” she gasps, hurrying over to my cot naked, the best parts of her body jiggling until she sits and wiggles her brows at me suggestively.

  “Is that what I am then?” She teases, “Your female.”

  “Yes.”

  “I looked up Odilian mating rituals in the computer after… last time.”

  Her face flushes as she says “last time”. She’s looked us up? I wonder what she found that makes her so… bashful.

  “What did you find?”

  “You don’t have girlfriends. You have mates. And… females. Sometimes multiple.”

  “And females sometimes have multiple males. But in that regard… I’m not like most Odilians. I can only seem to muster energy for one woman at a time.”

  “Good,” she teases, “Because I’m the jealous type.”

  She crooks her finger toward me and beckons me.

  “I won’t have to beg you to come to bed, will I?”

  I slide my tunic off with suspenders hanging loosely my shoulders. All that lies between us is my trousers’ thin fabric. I want her so desperately it hurts.

  “If you have to beg me to come to bed, you’ll know I’m the shapeshifter.”

  “Dark humor. I’m all for it. How will you know I’m not the shapeshifter?”

  “Because… I pricked you.”

  I tackle her to the bed and run my fingers all over her. She giggles as my hands find and squeeze her softest spots. I love her body. I love the dripping peach between her thighs and the soft orbs hanging from her chest. My tongue finds her large, hard nipple and I suck it between my lips until she moans. I find the other nipple and I roll the soft flesh in my mouth, teasing her legs open wider and pressing my aching crotch against her spread legs.

  I need her.

  Her hands grip the sides of my body, but I pull them away and pin them over her head. She’s given me permission to unleash every ounce of desire I have for her. Tonight, I can’t hold myself back. I pin her arms to the bed and a faint look of panic crosses her face once she realizes I’ve overpowered her.

  “I don’t want to be careful with you tonight,” I growl.

  The moist patch on my trousers spreads.

  “Good.”

  “Can you handle it rough?”

  She nods and I take her lower lip between my teeth, squeezing it and then kissing her. She moans.

  “I’m not always careful with my female,” I murmur, “But she always likes it.”

  I hastily remove my trousers and free my cock. Her soaked entrance gets me stiffer, and I line the head up with her slick entrance. The heat emanating from her core gets me harder. My erection’s tight and lusty for her tight grasp. I push inside an inch and as she cries out, I pin her firmer to the bed. I meant what I said about not taking it easy.

  I’ll have her moaning and climaxing until we’re both spent. Garth may be right about us having one last party. He senses something I’ve worried for a long time. This will be our last pirate mission through space and none of us may return home.

  Chapter 64

  Very Angry

  I push into her an inch and she cries out. My cock gets larger as I enter her, so the first thrust aching means Jaen needs to adjust. She’s gorgeous as she lies beneath me. Beautiful breasts. Gorgeous hair. And a sweet face contorted into pleasure as I thrust another inch inside her. I growl and squeeze her hands against the bed as I bury my length in her with a last thrust. She whimpers and I plant my lips on her neck, biting hard as I plant my cock between her slippery thighs.

  “Did that hurt?”

  “Don’t stop,” she pleads, “Please…”

  I love turning her into a whimpering mess. The knot in my cock grows between her legs, fixing my cock inside her, stretching her and making her cum with my hips slightest movement. She struggles to break free, to push me away from her so she can breathe and break from the pleasure.

  I growl at her again, “Lie still, female.”

  She gasps and tries to form words, but she can’t. My cock fills her and pleasure wracks over her. Jaen cums. Hard. I struggle to stop myself from spilling my seed between her legs prematurely. I thrust my hips into her deeper. The knot in my cock slides another inch between her legs and makes her cum again. Her juices explode from her tightness, running down her thighs as my hips move faster. She gasps and nearly begs again, but she knows that I can’t stop now. Even if I wanted to stop, biology won’t allow me until I’ve spilled my seed between her legs.

  “I—I can’t…” she whimpers as she cums again.

  “I can’t stop,” I growl, “I need…”

  She squeezes her thighs around me, pulling me in deeper. I can’t hold back. She’s too fucking tight. I cum harder than I have before.

  I slowly withdraw from Jaen’s tightness. She gasps and rubs her hand along my hips, pulling me close and kissing me. She’s so tiny in comparison.
Jaen claims she’s normal-sized for a human female, but I can’t help thinking of her as fragile, even if I know she’s less fragile than she wants people to think. She’s tough. One wrong move and she’ll gut me.

  But I can’t keep myself away from her, even if she doesn’t love me. Even if she never will. Jaen Nabokov doesn’t have to do anything for me to love her. She doesn’t even have to love me back. I’m crazy about her. She giggles and kisses my nose.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  Her hands slide over my horns, and I close my eyes, growling.

  “I love that,” she whispers, “You make an adorable sound when I touch you there.”

  “I’m thinking of kissing you. And touching you. And your hands around these horns.”

  “It doesn’t bother you?”

  “Hm?”

  “That I basically suck as a person.”

  “You don’t suck.”

  “I definitely suck.”

  “I have something I’d like you to suck…”

  “Gavriel!” she giggles, hitting me in mock protest, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make such a Kazim type of joke.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment, even if I’m sure it isn’t.”

  “I’m sorry I haven’t said that I love you.”

  “I don’t want your apology. Or your pity.”

  I hate the tone in her voice. Like I’m pathetic. Like she knows that love is a big deal to me in a way it clearly isn’t for her. My cheeks flush and my growl turns into a snarl. I can’t help it. We’ve made love once and even if Jaen’s made me angry, my body is no longer under control. I climb on top of her again and force her legs open.

  She laughs, like this is a joke. I’m going to mate her. I’m going to seed her human womb and she’s laughing. I lower my teeth to her neck and bite. It’s harder than I’ve bitten her and she moans.

  “You’re angry,” she gasps.

  I press two fingers inside her and she moans. Fuck. She’s tight. Even two of my alien fingers struggle to fit inside her. I find the rough sensitive patch of her inner walls and curve my fingers, strumming her to arousal and massaging her nub from both sides. She cries out and juices squirt from her tightness.