The Alien Assassin’s Stolen Bride

by Michele Mills

  She sucked in a breath. Three parts scared and one part totally, totally turned on because the bulge behind those pants was impressive. Which, to be truthful, made her ashamed of herself, lusting after a man who was lying to her.

  “W…wait,” she gasped. “What are you doing?” OMG, why had she allowed herself to be alone with this guy?

  “You don’t believe that I am R’Etor?” he answered. “I will show you. I’ll give you proof.”

  And of course, she had to look because she’d never seen a man’s penis before in real life, and a glimpse at what Heriot was hiding behind that zipper was something she couldn’t possibly overlook, right? Her eyes zeroed in on his crotch. His black trousers unzipped, and he pulled out his massive cock. Her jaw dropped. He was beautiful. Impressive. Thick and long. And it was hard and pointing right at her, begging for attention.

  But wait.

  “Your shaft, it’s…red,” she whispered. It was a deep red. A luscious red. His penis was flaming red! Like it had been spray painted at a body shop.

  What the hell?

  She might be a virgin, but she’d watched as much internet porn as the next twenty-something American girl, and this was wrong.

  He lifted his shirt to expose his amazing abs and the V of muscles that pointed to the glory down below. And wait, his pearly-white stomach had turned pink and was in fact becoming red. It looked hot and painful. And…she looked back up at his face, realizing this all matched the pink that had been steadily increasing on his facial skin and in his eyes. The color was shifting right now from pink to that bright red, which was even more striking juxtaposed with his white skin.

  Holy crap.

  “You’re not human,” she gasped.

  He wasn’t human he wasn’t human he wasn’t human.

  And he’d been trying to tell her.

  He hadn’t been lying! Heriot wasn’t a liar.

  She’d been hanging out with, and kissing, a man who…wasn’t a man. He was another species from another planet. She bit her lip, trying to slow down her quickened breaths, the erratic thumping of her heart. Aliens were actually a real thing. Not just make-believe in books and on TV. There really was life on other planets in the universe and she was talking to someone from another planet and—

  “I’m from the planet R’Etor. An assassin hired to kill Fucyu T’Antor, who is also a citizen of R’Etor. I am here for two Earth diurnal rotations to complete my mission. I have one day left. I leave Earth by end of this diurnal rotation.”

  “You’re not human,” she repeated, still trying to process his Crayola-white skin, his silver eyes, the pointed ears, and not freak out. They’d seemed out of the ordinary before, but not alien. But, his otherworldness seemed so concrete now, like a neon sign blinking in the night: This Guy Is An Alien. How couldn’t she have realized this before? He’d shown her his ear and she’d laughed it off! His tablet… No wonder he hadn’t known what the word albino meant. She shook her head, trying to respond with actual words. “Two days? You’re only on Earth for two days? Why so short?”

  “My work permit, which allows me access to this primitive planet, expires in two rotations. But also.” He pointed at his chest and she did her best to not stare openly at his erection jutting just below those pinkened abs, but it was difficult. “Because of this, I did not want to stay long. I do not normally look like this. I am suffering from flush, or pigment transformation. It is causing this change in my skin and eyes. And now that this is happening, I cannot survive on this planet without exposing myself to humans as an alien species.”

  A sourness formed in her stomach. “You’ll die if you stay here too long?”

  “No, but I’ll wish I was dead.”

  “Why?”

  Heriot looked uncomfortable. He sat down on the ledge of the wall that was basically a brick bench and shrugged off his jacket, which landed with a thunk on the soil. Then he reached behind and pulled his black Henley off over his head, exposing his entire torso to her.

  Her eyes widened.

  It was sheer torture to keep her eyes off his erection, but it was equally as hard to not stare at his strong jawline and luxurious beard. His biceps. The acres of pearl-white defined muscles and trim hips. Basically, she was sitting next to a real-life sculpture of a Greek athlete from the first Olympics. His whole torso was a work of art. She wanted to run her palms over every single muscle and dip, mapping out his skin for future reference. She fisted her hands in her lap, forcing herself not to reach out and inappropriately run her fingers through his thick hair.

  He covered his flaming erection with the bunched fabric of his Henley, which she appreciated because it was impossible to have a serious conversation with a man whose red penis was pointing at the sky.

  He turned so that she could easily see the red that was flushing over his torso. “The parts of my body that are turning red are inflamed and painful,” he gritted. “The clothing rubbing against it makes it more inflamed. And the urge to mate is extreme. This will only grow stronger and stronger until I eventually lose all control.”

  “Uh oh.” Lose control? What exactly did that mean? She frowned and sat down next to him, wanting to understand. “Why are you like this?” She gestured to his groin. “Is it triggered just by being on Earth?”

  He lifted his head and met her gaze, his chest rising and falling with great breaths, his eyes blazing with need. “You do this to me,” he rasped.

  “Me?”

  He reached out and cupped her neck and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with all the twitchy gentleness of a man who could barely restrain himself. Butterflies swooped in her belly and melted into a fiery pit of passion. Her core clenched at the feel of those kissable lips and that bossy palm leading the way.

  Then he broke off and looked into her eyes. “The moment I saw you,” he told her, “the transformation began because I desired you above all other females.”

  “Me?” she repeated, trying to process what this Adonis had just said. This alien who was Thor without his hammer. “You desired me?”

  The girl with unruly strawberry-blonde hair, who’d recently switched from thick glasses to contact lenses?

  The girl who’d been in braces for millennia?

  The girl all men saw as their best friend and never their sexy hot date?

  This man with the bulging biceps and thighs as thick as tree trunks was literally in pain over how much he desired her? That massive erection he was sporting was all because of her and not some alien allergy?

  No. Way.

  Yeah, she’d started exercising for “real” six months ago and recently dropped twenty pounds. And yes, it seemed like lately she’d been getting more male attention. She did feel stronger and more fit than she ever had in her life. A bit like a baby butterfly breaking out of the chrysalis and spreading its wet wings. But still. Supermodel material, she was not.

  “You,” he said fiercely, “are the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen.”

  Her eyes watered and her nose started to sting. “Thank you,” she breathed. “I think you’re pretty amazing yourself.”

  He grimaced.

  His pain seemed to be getting worse before her eyes. “Heriot, how can I help you? What do you need?”

  His hands shook as he let go of her and leaned back. “The only way to relieve this is for me to release my seed.”

  “You mean…?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.” She glanced down at the tent of fabric between his thighs.

  He moaned. “I won’t force mate you. I would as soon put a blast through my own skull. I would die before I found relief with my mate without her consent.”

  She nodded. But still, he was basically telling her he was going to be writhing in pain unless she had sex with him? And he was the only one who could stop T’Antor. Since T’Antor was also an alien, it didn’t matter if she alerted the police to his location. He’d probably just kill them. And with Heriot down for the count, T’Antor was running
amok with no one to stop him. Heriot was Earth’s only chance at justice in this situation.

  And to be truthful, helping him was no hardship.

  7

  “Um, does this mean you need to masturbate?” she forced herself to ask, trying to figure everything out.

  “Without a female’s pheromones nearby? Or the touch of the oils in her skin? No, it does not help.”

  “How were you planning on getting through this, then, while you were here on Earth?”

  “I did not expect to find human females desirable. I originally did not realize that humans were one hundred percent sexually compatible with R’Etor. When I discovered the possibility of being compatible, I had my antidote ready in case I ran into a female I found desirable. And when I met you on the bus and scented you and the flush began, I tried to take the antidote while we were at the Neptune Pool, but I accidentally crushed the vial and now I have none.”

  “Oh no. That’s terrible.”

  He closed his eyes, exhaled, and nodded.

  “And now that your antidote is broken and unusable, you’re screwed.”

  “Yes.”

  “Or, actually, you need to get screwed,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

  “Yes,” he groaned, and moved a hand underneath the black fabric and began to mindlessly stroke his impressive erection, up and down. Her core clenched. She couldn’t keep her eyes off what was going on down there.

  “So, unless you have sex with me you’ll get redder and redder and this will hurt until the point where you can’t continue your mission?” she asked, her throat tightening. Because she was a virgin, after all. And he was an alien with an enormous red dick, and it was all a little intimidating, imagining how it was going to fit. “And this was why T’Antor had me near, to help him ease…this.”

  “He was keeping you by his side while he entered Hearst Castle in order to have a female nearby and easily accessible to force mate if pigment transformation hit. The only way to relieve the pain is for the male to release his seed within an unmated female, or with the help of an unmated female.”

  “The help of a female?” she murmured, mainly to herself. “Because of this condition, are you…are you a virgin?” she asked, because at this point, why bother to beat around the bush.

  “No, I have had pleasure mates.”

  A sharp stab of jealousy ran through her heart and mind. A green-eyed monster nibbling at the edges of her sanity. “Have you had lots of pleasure mates?”

  “Not many. I self-selected isolation from females to keep from erupting into transformation. I have more testosterone than most males on R’Etor, and the pigment transformation is harder to manage, the symptoms more intense. And if I was ever unexpectedly in a situation that caused a flush, I could administer my antidote.”

  “Do you have a girlfriend then, waiting for you back home?” After all, he hadn’t expected to meet her on Earth. He was only here for two days…

  “No. I have not relieved the boiling of my seed with a pleasure mate in a few planetary cycles.”

  She smiled.

  He leaned down and shoved his face into the side of her neck, his nose in her hair, and inhaled, which felt nice and tickled a little bit at the same time. She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips.

  “Your scent, it drives me mad,” he rasped.

  “How about if I jerk you off?” she asked suddenly, then she bit her lip, surprised those words had come out of her mouth. But yeah, she really did want to try.

  He lifted his head. “Jerk me off?”

  She made a hand motion.

  He sucked in a breath. “Yes, that would work.”

  “It will relieve you?”

  “Yes, only the touch of a female as I cum will temporarily abate the transformation. The only thing that will cure the transformation entirely is if I cum inside of you and release in your wet pussy.”

  A rush of fire swept through her body at his explicit language. Her arousal on high alert. She was wet between her thighs just from his kiss, his touch, and now…his words. “I can’t believe how dirty your mouth is.”

  “My mouth is dirty because of Earth’s air,” he said, his tone defensive.

  “No,” she chuckled, “your words, your words are sexually dirty. I like it.”

  “Good, because I have more dirty words to give you later.”

  Oh wow.

  “Do you want me to start?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.

  “You do not have to do this,” he rumbled.

  She glanced at the sweat on his forehead, the tic of muscle in his jaw. Yeah, she did need to do this. “Let me help you.”

  “The pain is becoming unbearable,” he hissed. “It is difficult to not touch you.”

  She moved off the bench and onto her knees on the ground in front of him. He spread his legs and discarded the Henley that had been hiding his painful erection, and if anything, it was even larger. He held the root and presented it to her, shiny red, thick and intimidating, rising from the nest of his golden-white hair. A drop glistened at the slit at the top, rolling down the smooth skin along the side of the crown. She licked her lips as she wrapped her hand around the velvety shaft, noting her fingers could not touch around this girth, loving his weight in her hand.

  He sucked in a sharp breath. “Hannah,” he groaned.

  Normally she wasn’t so fixated on a man’s cock. She knew they existed and served a purpose out there in real life. Occasionally staring wide-eyed at hard, gorgeous cocks on Tumblr was titillating fun, but her day did not rise and set on any particular penis. They were background noise in her life and nothing more. But damn, she could imagine becoming obsessed with this one. The shape and form were all she’d ever imagined or fantasized about. She found herself possessive about Heriot’s cock immediately, wanting to growl “mine” or something equally as crazy.

  As she held his shaft and began to stroke him up and down, nervousness bubbled inside because she had no idea what she was doing, but she didn’t want to admit that to him yet.

  “Tell me how you like it,” she said, wanting to make sure this was good for him.

  “Harder.”

  Harder? Hannah grinned. Oh, she could do harder. She shifted her stance, allowing for more room to concentrate on making this as rough as he liked. She gave him a long, tight pull and moved her arm up and down, quicker.

  He groaned.

  This was supposed to be a simple hand job, but somewhere along the way Hannah realized she wanted this man’s penis in her mouth, had to taste him. Taste his cum. He just looked…delicious. Not even the angry red of his cock could interfere with this need, it just made her want him more. She watched his veiny shaft, at the way his giant body tensed while she was working him, and she wanted more.

  More of him.

  “I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth.”

  He grunted. “You do not need to do this.”

  “I want to.”

  His eyes darkened. He reached down and adjusted himself, moving the tip of his cock against her lips. Back and forth, soft and hard at the same time. She opened her mouth to allow him entry and the crown slipped inside.

  His musky smell made her thighs tremble. She was so wet and ready, her clit pulsing with her own need for attention.

  His hips flexed, giving more of himself to her. She took that first inch, widening her mouth to accept his girth. His hand cupped the back of her neck, keeping her in the game, but not too much. And then he was sliding in and out and she was holding on for dear life, her jaw aching already. And oh hell, it was so hot. As hot as she’d always dreamed something like this would be. And she was so happy she’d waited until she was having this moment at this time, with this man.

  She kept the base in her hand, held on to his thigh and closed her eyes, concentrating on the push and slide. On how he was fucking her mouth in the same way she was sure he wanted to fuck her pussy.

  “More,” he said, as he
gently stroked his knuckles down her cheek.

  And she took all that she could, trying not to gag. Since her mouth was full of his cock, she had no choice but to breathe in his scent. Again and again. That addictive scent that was all him. Dark and seductive.

  She’d never felt this way about any man before. Never so quickly and so completely. Letting him kiss her and offering herself to him like this. But there was something about him that was just right. She wanted all of that essential maleness inside of her. Wanted to wallow in it and just swim.

  “I’m going to mark you,” he gritted.

  She glanced up at his face, taking in those harsh features, the tense muscles and the darkened silver eyes. Her body flushed as she imagined what marking her meant. And she wanted that, too. Wanted to feel him inside of her.

  Heriot pulled out. “Open. I’m going to fill that mouth up.”

  He watched her face with eyes blazing as he shot his cum again and again onto her tongue. His body shook with the force of his release. She watched him as he came, watched the glory that was a man in his prime, neck corded, head thrown back and moaning, as an intense orgasm slammed through him. It was beautiful and so damn sexy.

  “Swallow,” he commanded. And she did exactly as he asked.

  “Hannah.” His fingers fisted her hair and tilted her chin up. He tagged her with a darkened, possessive gaze. “You are mine. At the end of my mission, you are returning with me to my home world.”

  The extreme sexiness of the situation deflated like a soufflé. And the seriousness of this predicament returned like a sharp stab in the dark.

  She let go of his cock, which was already shifting from red to light pink.

  It was one thing to find out Heriot was an alien, and to decide to “relieve” him while he was here, to help him because she was having trouble denying her attraction to him and the physical and emotional connection they’d already formed. But it was an entirely different thing to be ordered around and have him make the life-long decision for her to leave with him, go to his unknown planet and live out her life among a species she barely understood.