The Alien Assassin’s Stolen Bride

by Michele Mills

  “Oh.” Well, when he put it that way… “Hold on,” she gasped, and kicked off her flats. And then he pulled the rest to her thighs and then knees, and they were off, her pink panties, too, and then her lower half was naked before him.

  He tore off his jacket and tossed it to the floor. She giggled at the loud clunk of heavy metal it made as it hit the tile. God knew what gadgets he had hidden in there. He bent on his knees before her and placed his giant palms on the meaty part of her thighs. She leaned back against the wall and splayed her legs, allowing him an all-access pass. And somehow, she was much less embarrassed at this than she thought she would be. Because this was Heriot.

  Heriot.

  His fingers traced her lips and heat flashed inside of her, making her light-headed.

  “Later, when I am not suffering from transformation, I will take my time,” he said with a voice so deep it could grind rocks. “But now I need to taste your cream and feel you come in my mouth.”

  She whimpered. His head bent down and his mouth latched onto her core.

  The erotic sight of his white-gold head between her legs, his tongue working her clit—it was the stuff of legend. Better than any Tumblr. Better than anything before or since. The tiny vibrator she liked to press against her clit when she was alone in bed at night, it was nothing compared to this. This was sex in high definition.

  His beard scraped lightly against her thighs, somehow kicking up the sexiness by a factor of ten. He kept going, spending time on this. Oh wow, if he thought this was a quickie, what would it be like when he wasn’t suffering through the transformation? His tongue was moving right there, in the perfect spot. Her hands tangled in his thick hair, and she ground her hips against his tongue seeking more, more…

  “Please, please,” she panted.

  And then it broke. The mother of all orgasms crashed through her. Her back bowed as she rode it out, coming against his tongue, trembling and moaning. Afterwards, she lay back against the wall as if she hadn’t a single bone in her body.

  His fingers slicked inside of her channel, barely penetrating. “You’re so wet,” he rasped. “This is where I want to be, and you want me, too.”

  She blushed, a little embarrassed at how wet she was. And yes, yes, she wanted him too.

  He growled and stood up. A button undone, black trousers unzipped and an angry-red cock was in his hand, weeping cum. Her core clenched and she swallowed a moan. It was obscene. Filthy. Christ, she wished they were in his room on the ship. She wanted him inside of her, now.

  He lifted her up, light as air and pressed her against the wall, the cool tile against her hot back. And then one hand cupped her ass and the other pumped his thick length in tight, mean strokes. His gaze jumped to her face and her breath caught.

  What would it be like to have his naked body above hers…that hot length sliding in and out? He grunted as he slid against her skin, back and forth. She loved hearing his sharp breaths, his desperate moans as he neared his end. He thrust against her in rough, jerky strokes. His cock was as hard as his muscles, as he bumped and slid his length against her thigh, her mound, skin against skin. His hips mirrored the rhythm he wanted to fuck her with.

  “Watch,” he snarled. “Watch while I mark you.” His crown tapped against her. Heriot shouted her name as his throbbing cock jetted ropes of cum again and again onto the tight curls on her mound.

  10

  Hannah cleared her throat. Heriot shrugged on his jacket. They’d finished the quiet post-sex adjusting of clothes, and even though she’d just shared the most intimate, erotic moment of her life with this man, they both knew it was time to get back to work.

  Time was a-wastin.’

  They were still in the changing room, and Heriot was chalk white again. Hannah slid in next to him on the bench. He pulled out his tablet and put an arm around her, drawing her close to his side. She enjoyed this “normal” Heriot who was calm and deliberate and almost—cuddly. Although, desperate-for-release Heriot was pretty damn sexy, too.

  Hannah pushed her hair away from her face. “Where is T’Antor at right now?” she asked.

  “He’s in the top floor of the west wing of the main building, looking through the guest rooms.” Heriot turned to meet her gaze. “We need to be there, too, searching.”

  She placed her hand on his sleeve. “Baby, hold on. I have an idea,” she said, a little nervous he might blow her off. But she had to try. “Think about this… We’ve already spent all this time searching through the first floor of the main house. T’Antor went through the guest houses and the second floor. So, we know the crystal isn’t there. That leaves the third floor of the main building left, right?”

  He nodded. “Yes. This is why we need to leave and go there immediately. The Illibrium must be in this location. We need to find it before my target does, or catch him with it before he escapes and leaves this location.”

  “But I think the Illibrium isn’t on the third floor.”

  Heriot grunted.

  “I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out. I think we should give up searching in places where the Illibrium could’ve been on display for the last fifty years. Think of all the people that have been through here, and all the people working for Hearst Castle who could have potentially been handling it and nothing happened? You said it was volatile, how could it have remained safe while on display? I bet all this time this Illibrium has been embedded in something that’s being stored somewhere quiet and out of view.”

  “Where would that be? This entire site is a museum dedicated to placing items on display.”

  “Can I look at your fancy map?”

  He handed her his tablet and pulled her onto his lap.

  Hannah giggled with surprise as Heriot slid her onto his thighs, but then decided she liked this very much when his arms wrapped around her and his chin rested on her head.

  The light from the glass tablet cast the changing room in a comforting green glow, bouncing shadows in the corners. “I’m kind of a Hearst Castle nerd. I remember reading about how the estate has giant storage rooms. They sometimes rotate the artwork and statues they have on display, so they need somewhere to store the things they are taking out of rotation and saving for later. Also, if something has to be restored, they can place it there, too. Yeah, see, right here.” She pointed to a low, rectangular structure behind the estate, with many cars parked behind. “This is their underground storage room. And look at the hours of operation. They’ve already closed for the day.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “My mate has a sharp mind.”

  Once his female planned their next step, Heriot flew into action. A quarter rotation later he was bypassing a crude security system and taking his female with him through the human employee facility. Heriot entered the underground storage room first, followed by his mate. He flipped on the primitive power source, cringing at the vapors it produced. A row of pin lights lit up one at a time click, click, click…and continued until they stopped at a distant location in the back that seemed two nanco fields away. He looked around, taking it all in. The entire building was filled with floor-to-ceiling shelving stuffed with human artifacts.

  “Holy shit,” his female whispered.

  “It is large,” he commented.

  Hannah exhaled. “Welp, looks like we’ve got a lot of work to do. Let’s get crackin’.”

  They started with the artifacts closest to the front entrance that looked like they could possibly contain an Illibrium crystal. Heriot scanned one object after another, his mate helping him find and sort artifacts in an efficient system.

  He glanced at her as she reached up on her toes to pull a tiny square item from a shelf. His eyes roamed down her curvy form, lingering on her wide hips and rounded ass. He exhaled, willing his thickening shaft to stand down. If he thought too long about how delicious her hot cunt had tasted when he’d brought her to release in the changing room, he’d never get any work done.

  The moment this mission was complete he
was putting his mate on his cock and planting his seed in her womb.

  A smile he couldn’t control slashed across his face.

  An alert chimed from his tablet.

  “What is it?” his mate asked, coming to stand at his side.

  Heriot checked his screen and tilted the display for her to view. “T’Antor has moved from the west end of the third floor to the east end.”

  “You think that means he’s checked it all and come up short?”

  “Yes.”

  Her brow furrowed. “What will he do next?”

  “He will come looking for me,” Heriot answered, and he reached forward, wiping a smear of dust off of his beautiful mate’s cheek.

  She smiled up at him.

  His knees weakened at the sight of those perfect lips tinted with color.

  “Why?” she asked. “Why will he come looking for you? Won’t he avoid you and keep searching for the crystal?”

  “He knows I will find it.”

  “And he’ll try to kill you, kill us, to get it?”

  “Yes. And if T’Antor finds the Illibrium first and manages to get away, billions of beings on my planet and on your planet will die because he can sell it and it will be used to create an extinction-level weapon. And they enjoy testing out their weapon on primitive planets first.”

  “Oh wow. So that was your original mission, find the crystal and destroy it?”

  “No, our contract is to eliminate the T’Antor brothers. It was only when I came to Earth that I realized Fucyu was almost in possession of Illibrium and the scope of my mission grew.”

  “Do you get paid extra for that, for also adding on chasing down this Illibrium?”

  “No,” he muttered. “I do not.” Although, he probably should charge more…

  “What are you going to do to the crystal when you find it?”

  “I will destroy it. Illibrium is volatile. Unstable. It is dangerous for it to be here, on your planet.”

  “Hmm…” Hannah replied, as she walked away, returning to the shelves.

  He lost sight of her as she stepped into another row. He turned to begin scanning a nearby rectangular stone object.

  “It’s nice of you to add this on to your mission. And you’re not even getting paid to do it. I’m certain most people would steal the Illibrium for themselves…” Her voice broke off. “Hey, I just figured you out,” she gasped.

  He continued to scan the objects in front of him, frowning. “You figured me out?” He’d implanted human-speak into his brain before exiting the ship, but there were still slang words that did not translate. This was one of them.

  She stepped back into the aisle, her eyes wide. “Yes. I’ve figured you out. You’re actually a good guy, and you just pretend to be bad!”

  A growl rumbled in his chest. “Hannah, I’m an assassin.”

  “I know. I know. But you’re not a bad assassin, you’re a good assassin.”

  “Good assassins do not exist. I murder beings for a living. I’m paid to kill.”

  “But you don’t just kill anyone, right? You only kill those who you’ve checked out and you can see need to be killed anyway because they’re bad.”

  “Yes, I evaluate all targets and only choose those contracts I think are worthy of elimination.”

  “And how many contracts have you said no to?”

  What did this matter? They were in a hurry. T’Antor was nearby and they still had a large area to cover to look for the Illibrium. He sighed with exasperation. “I’ve said no to many contracts.”

  “Fifty percent?”

  He paused. “Yes, fifty percent. How did you know that?”

  “Good guess. See, I was right about you. Look at all that business you’re throwing away. I bet the other assassins aren’t as picky as you. You’re like, the ethical assassin.”

  He glanced over at her. “This in no way detracts from the fact that I murder beings for a living.”

  “No worries. You’re still badass… Hey, is this what you were looking for?”

  And there it was, in her hands, an Illibrium crystal, embedded in a small statue. He didn’t even need to scan it. He could feel the hum of its power. Heriot slipped his tablet in his pocket and reached out to carefully take it from her hands, worried it might destabilize.

  “Give me the crystal,” T’Antor snarled.

  Heriot’s head whipped around. His target was standing in the doorway with a blaster in his hand. Fucyu’s face was flushed and beading with sweat, his eyes two red orbs. He was swaying on his feet like a drunk R’Etor. The pigment transformation had hit him hard.

  This mission was finally falling into place, moving along exactly as planned—find the crystal first, then T’Antor would conveniently show up to try and snatch it out of his hands. Heriot would then tear out his target’s beating heart. Except, Fucyu was standing much too close to his female.

  “I thought you’d be busy raping women,” Hannah sneered. “Asshole.”

  “That’s what I’ve got you for,” Fucyu answered. He grabbed Hannah and yanked her in front of him, an arm across her neck and his blaster pointed at her head.

  Oh hell, no. This was not according to plan. A pounding began in his ears. His muscles and veins strained against his skin. Heriot planted his feet wide apart. “You’re a dead R’Etor,” he rasped.

  Dead. So, very dead.

  “Put your hands up where I can see them,” Fucyu ordered. “Give me the crystal, or I’ll kill your mate.”

  Rage blackened Heriot’s blood. A rage that could burn domiciles to the ground and destroy whole civilizations. He watched as his truemate struggled in the arms of his target. Fear and anger etched across her beautiful features. He would do anything to save her life.

  Anything.

  He held out the crystal and kept his other hand next to his hidden blaster. “Give me my female first and then I’ll hand over the Illibrium.”

  “No, don’t,” his Bride wheezed. “Don’t give it to him.”

  Fucyu’s lips thinned. “Yes, do. Give it to me. Put the Illibrium on the ground in between us and step back. Then I’ll let her go.”

  Heriot stepped forward and bent to place the crystal down as he pulled his blaster out, planning to take this asshole out with one precise shot. He heard a guttural groan and lifted his head…to see his female with her hand still on the blade that was embedded in T’Antor’s heart.

  Heriot grunted. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

  Just to be sure, he fired a blast into the asshole’s skull. And his target dropped to the ground. Dead, as Heriot had predicted.

  Hannah stared at the male she’d just killed, her chest heaving with deep breaths. She looked up and met Heriot’s gaze. He smiled back at her, warmth filling every pore of his body.

  His female had killed Fucyu T’Antor, the most notorious criminal on R’Etor. The citizen who’d murdered his own family. Who had eluded so many captures my law enforcement, finally the R’Etor government had paid an outrageous sum to hire Heriot & Jadzion to assassinate the T’Antor brothers.

  And in the end, Heriot had not killed his target, his mate had.

  He was so proud of his female, his heart was about to burst within his chest.

  Hannah looked away while Heriot took care of clean up. She could tell he’d done this task many times. He had the bored look of a professional about to perform a memorized chore. He shook out a silver bag, ready to dump the body. But then he…

  “What are you doing?” she wailed.

  He shrugged. “I need to cut off his head and bring it back as proof for payment.”

  “Oh, dear God,” she murmured. She turned because watching gave her the creeps. Pretty soon Heriot gave her the all-clear, and when she looked again, the body was gone, as if it had never existed, including the blood and the large bag. And the head was safely tucked inside a smaller silver bag with black handles. Out of sight, out of mind.

  Hannah blew out a breath, relieved it was all over.


  Obviously, she’d never killed anyone before. Never thought she’d ever kill anyone her entire life. But, she was surprisingly okay about this. This guy was a murderer. A rapist. And he would’ve been a mass murderer if they hadn’t stopped him here, on Earth. They’d basically just saved the planet and Heriot’s planet too. If that wasn’t a reason to kill someone, she didn’t know what was. She put out her hands, noticing she wasn’t shaking.

  Well, Heriot put a blast through the guy’s forehead one second after she’d stabbed him, so…maybe she didn’t technically need to be the one to kill T’Antor. But still…

  “You did well,” Heriot had said, examining her kill. “You went straight for his heart chambers.”

  “I didn’t really think it through, I was going on instinct and adrenaline.”

  “Your instinct is good. You are a natural at assassination.”

  “Is that good or bad?”

  He grinned. “It is good.”

  Next, Heriot decomposed the crystal. This time he took out a specialized hand tool that shot out a beam of white light. This process took much longer though, and Hannah noticed sweat on his brow the whole time. She didn’t dare say a word to him, just sat silent while he concentrated and worked his magic. And then finally, the crystal was gone too.

  Then they quietly locked up, left the storage facility, and walked hand in hand back to the Roman Pool. Heriot nonchalantly held the small silver bag in his other hand. They took the last shuttle leaving from the hilltop to the visitor’s center.

  When they returned to the visitor center Heriot stood patiently as she bought and ate some snacks at the Starbucks in the lobby, just before it closed for the evening. She was worried about him because he hadn’t eaten anything either, and she managed to talk him into trying a banana because it was labeled organic and was in its own peel. He groused about how he’d have to do something he called a “chemical cleanse” later just to be sure he removed all the impurities from his body.

  She laughed and shook her head.