Defending their Mate_a Sci-Fi alien romance

by Kallista Dane

  She reached up, caressed his cheek. “I’m sorry. Will you…will you make love to me, Aartan? Please? I’ve waited so long.”

  The simple gesture shredded what remained of his resolve. He drew her hand to his mouth, kissed her palm. She sighed and molded her body to his.

  Aartan stroked her body, tracing her curves. Gods, she was beautiful! He’d pictured her naked over and over ever since they first met but seeing her, touching her, was far more arousing than any dream. Smooth bronze skin. Lush full breasts, their deep red nipples standing out in tight peaks.

  He dipped his head, ran his tongue around one, then drew it into his mouth. Aliya gasped and arched her back. He licked her nipple, then raked his teeth lightly across it. She grabbed his head, ran her fingernails over his scalp. He fastened his mouth over the nipple, sucking hard, and she let out a muffled cry.

  He moved his head lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, heading for the alluring patch of dark curls holding the scent of her arousal.

  He lifted his head, met her eyes. “I have hungered to taste you since the day we met,” he confessed.

  “Please, yes, please,” she breathed.

  Allow me, Brother. Azar leaned over, spread the folds of her pussy apart.

  Aartan ran his tongue over the little bud that was the center of her pleasure. Aliya shuddered and gripped his head harder. He flicked it back and forth, then licked his way down, urged on by her tiny cries.

  He tried to restrain himself, to go slowly, but one taste of her tangy-sweet juices sent the gyron racing through his veins. With a growl, he brought his mouth back up to latch onto her clit. Sucking it, feeling it swell and grow. She moaned, grinding her hips up. He sucked harder. Her voice rose, became a keening cry.

  Aartan knew the moment she climaxed, felt it as though they’d already Bonded. Azar moved aside, and he rose over her, rammed his cock into her wet heat while she was still spasming inside.

  She squeezed around him. So hot, so tight. He met her eyes. Lost himself in their warm, dark depths. Watched them glaze over as he started to move, sliding in and out ever so slowly. When he bent his head to capture her mouth in a kiss, she opened her lips.

  Her arms went around him, pulling him close. Skin against skin, their bodies melding together until he couldn’t tell where he left off and she began. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, thrusting deep, matching each thrust with a powerful lunge of his hips.

  He rode the crest, driving her with him. Building the rhythm higher, faster, with every stroke. When she tightened the muscles of her pussy around his shaft, he rammed it in to the hilt, held himself there for what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy.

  She threw her head back, cried out his name…and he was lost. His cock began pulsing. Spurting cum as she spasmed around it, burying his seed deep in her womb. Claiming her at last.

  Aliya

  Aartan kissed her once more, tenderly this time, then rolled away. She opened her eyes. Azar sat on the bed beside them, his eyes dark with hunger. She breathed in, and his gyron shot through her, igniting her lust as though she hadn’t just been well fucked.

  “I want you, too. Now.”

  Azar leaned back and pulled her with him, shifting her body so she was astride him. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up, and brought her down on his hot thick shaft. Lowering her inch by inch until the full length of it was lodged inside her. She gasped and clenched the walls of her pussy around him.

  He lowered his head and captured her mouth in a kiss as fierce as the first. Thrust his hips up and lodged his cock balls deep inside her. She opened her lips, let him claim her mouth the way he’d claimed her pussy.

  Azar took control, lifting her with those strong arms then lowering her back down as he pistoned his hips up to drive his cock in. Setting the pace, pounding into her until all rational thought disappeared. Her world narrowed, her senses took over, until all that existed was his thick hard cock filling her, his groin rubbing on her throbbing clit every time he rocked his body against hers. His hot tongue thrusting into her mouth. His fingers gripping the stinging cheeks of her ass.

  Aliya surrendered to his mastery. Closed her eyes and opened to him. Let him take her higher and higher still. She felt his cock starting to pulse, and her pussy spasmed around it. He tensed then shot jets of hot, gyron-laden cum deep inside her.

  Her narrow world exploded, sending her soaring into the void.

  Hours passed. Hours of mind-blowing sex. Sometimes gentle and loving, sometimes dark and wicked. The twins knew how to please a female, and they worked in tandem, taking her higher with each orgasm. At times, she swore they were determined to make up for all their years of celibacy in one night.

  They took control of her body, and she surrendered, reveling in their mastery when they ordered her to crouch on all fours over Aartan with her head at his crotch and her knees spread wide apart. She licked up one side and down the other of his rigid shaft then shuddered as Azar got behind her and ran his tongue down the crack of her ass. When Aartan could bear her teasing no longer, he fisted her hair, holding her head immobile as he shoved his cock into her mouth.

  Azar leaned over and murmured in her ear “I’m going to finger-fuck your ass until you come. Right now, while you’re bent over sucking my brother’s cock. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  The realization he was right, that she was completely at their mercy, sent a burst of raw lust rocketing through her. She moaned as his tongue circled her anus. When his thick finger breached the tightly puckered opening, bringing the heat of his gyron into her virgin rear passage, she jerked wildly.

  Azar gave a low wicked laugh, deep in his chest. The sound ratcheted her arousal up another notch. “You like that, little human?” He started sliding it in and out. His gyron spread through her back channel like a fire out of control. Her body trembled. He laughed again and worked a second finger in.

  She’d never had anyone play with her ass before, and the sensation was wickedly thrilling. Lost in a swirling haze of lust, she shoved her hips back, desperate for more. Azar wrapped one arm around her waist, pinning her in place, and obliged. Fingered her deeper. The more he aroused her, the harder she sucked on Aartan’s cock.

  The twins were so in sync with each other, he reached down with his thumb and massaged her clit just as Aartan’s cock began pulsing.

  After hours of stimulation, her bud was swollen and throbbing. She let out a muffled scream. Swallowed Aartan’s cum, felt his gyron running like a river of molten lava into her belly then moving deep into her core. It collided with the trail of fire Azar ignited in her rear passage as he brought her to a shuddering climax. She collapsed on Aartan’s chest, spent, as both twins cradled her in their arms.

  Chapter Six

  Aliya

  “I don’t understand,” she repeated.

  “You don’t need to understand. All you need to do is accept,” Azar replied.

  “Accept that you care for me but you can’t be with me. Accept that you’ve locked yourself away from the world for all these years, with no room in your life for anyone except your twin. You’re an intelligent, strong being. Even if you don’t want anything to do with me, I find it hard to believe you can’t find some way to use your abilities to help others and bring some meaning to your empty life,” she snapped.

  “My brother is not being completely frank,” Aartan said. “He doesn’t just sit here staring at the walls day after day. He hasn’t told you he’s the one who creates the cybernetic limbs I use to repair the bodies of our fallen heroes – including the one I fitted onto your friend Delta.

  “The work is grueling,” he explained. “Azar spends endless hours in the lab, often late into the night, as you discovered this evening. He experiments on himself with all the technological advances, wearing the prosthetic limb prototypes he’s created to find the flaws in his design. He experiences all the discomfort, all the pain, all the problems, so my patients don’t have to suffer. It’s exhausting an
d requires enormous amounts of energy, so he needs periods of rest and recuperation after each breakthrough.”

  “You built Delta’s new leg?”

  Azar had reattached his prosthetic limbs. He stood at the window with his back to the room, staring out into deep space as though he considered the conversation over. Aartan answered for him. “Not only did he build it, he created the technology that allows it to be integrated into her neurological system, so she can even feel the sensation of a fingertip running up her calf.”

  “That’s incredible!” She went to Azar, put her arms around his back and hugged him, then jerked back, suddenly overwhelmed.

  Somehow, he’d managed to close off a part of himself and hide the depth of his pain when they were making love. She could only imagine the tremendous effort that had cost him. Now, it flowed through her. Not physical pain, but an emotional wound throbbing with every beat of his heart.

  It wasn’t simply grief over the deaths of his mate and unborn twins. Azar had come to terms with that loss years ago. He’d turned the pain inward, blamed himself. Fed his anger with self-loathing and isolation until it morphed into crushing depression. No wonder he didn’t want to see anyone. She felt a pang of sympathy for Aartan, who’d born the burden of dealing with his brother’s crippling emotional injury all alone.

  Aliya did what she’d always done when dealing with a patient whose soul was scarred. She followed the lessons she’d learned from the mystic who fathered her. Opened her mind and heart to pour out the white light of healing energy, this time with all the strength she possessed.

  “Rielle loved you,” she whispered, her arms around his back. “She still does. She would never have wanted you to spend your life in anger and despair over something you can’t change. She understands why you had to leave her. You had a duty to your world, and you accepted it with honor, as befits a true warrior. That sense of honor is part of what made you the man she fell in love with. She never blamed you for what happened – and she begs you to forgive yourself and embrace every minute of life the gods give you.”

  Azar finally turned around. Gently removed Aliya’s arms and tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. “Thank you for caring. You’re right. Grief drove me at first. Made me lock myself away. I was only half a man, one who’d already failed to protect our mate and our sons. My brother, who had already made the decision to become a surgeon, finally made me see how selfish I was being. Our technology wasn’t as advanced as it is now. I had very few options for prosthetic limbs, and those that existed would not meet the needs of a warrior in the heat of battle. I had no mate, no offspring, and my career as a Tharan warrior was over.”

  He gestured to his legs. “It took years of trial and error to develop these. But I didn’t do it for myself. I did it for my brother warriors. Valiant heroes who deserve to stand tall, to hold their mate and their children in two strong arms. I did it to give them the life I lost.”

  Aliya fought back tears. “You could have that life again. With me.” She turned to Aartan. “You both could. Your gyron flows when I’m near you. I know enough about your world to know that means we’re compatible as mates.”

  Aartan shook his head. “Yes, it still flows, even though we’re older. But with age come wisdom and self-restraint. Just because our gyron spikes when you are near doesn’t mean we must act upon it. You’re a beautiful, vibrant female. You deserve an Earther mate who is young and virile, who can protect you and care for you, give you strong sons and daughters as beautiful as their mother. Our life span is coming to a close while yours is just beginning. It would not be fair to you, sweet human, to take you as our mate.”

  She glared at him. “You males are all like, no matter what part of the Universe you call home. You think you know what’s best for everyone. First of all, I know Tharans live much longer than humans. I’m guessing you’ve got another sixty or seventy years ahead of you, which is about the same amount of time I have left. Second, you seem to have forgotten it was an Earther who hijacked our ship in the first place and took us all captive. Third, why would I want a randy young human mate when I could have two sensuous males wise enough to know all the ways to please a woman? And finally, why must I have strong sons and beautiful daughters? Maybe I want a daughter as strong as her mother and sons as brilliant as their Tharan fathers.”

  He went on as though she hadn’t spoken. “There’s a transport cruiser leaving in a few hours. If you care for us as you say you do, then respect our decision. We have not made it lightly. Honor our wishes. Go back to your friends, make a life on Tharon, and forget all about us. You might still decide to return to Earth one day. Find a good human who will love you and care for you. Surely there are honorable males in your world.”

  He held out a hand. “Come here and let me kiss you. Let me hold you in my arms once more. Then trust me. Trust us…and say goodbye.”

  Aliya had spent enough time around him to know once he decided on a course of action, she’d never convince him to do anything else. He’d made his mind up, certain they could have no future together. As long as he believed that, he was right. She went to him, wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Aartan bent his head. Captured her lips in a kiss so sweet and tender it nearly broke her heart. His good arm tightened around her, as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

  When he broke the kiss, it was to put her in the arms of Azar. Now that she’d been with them both, it was easy to tell the twins apart, even without the distinctive scent of their gyron filling her lungs. Azar held her with two strong arms, one cupping the back of her head while the other, around her waist, pressed her tightly against him.

  Their kisses were different, too. Azar captured her mouth, plundered it with all the depth of passion he possessed, as though this kiss had to last him a lifetime. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Feverishly. Frantically. Still hoping she could tempt his body into overriding his mind.

  He broke it off and placed his hands on her shoulders, putting space between them. “My sweet human. Thank you for this night. You brought Aartan and me back to life for a few hours. Gave us wild passion and aching tenderness. Know that we will never forget you – and we will always love you.”

  He headed back to the window. Aartan followed. They folded their arms and stood side by side, with their backs to the room. To her.

  Aliya took one last look at her magnificent warriors, the lovers Fate had given her then cruelly taken away. Swiping the tears from her eyes, she put her head up and her shoulders back. This was just as hard on them as it was on her. She knew it, could feel it in the rigid way they held their bodies. Her lovers truly felt they were doing the right thing. The Tharan sense of honor governing their lives meant they would sacrifice their own happiness to assure she’d have a future better than what they thought they could offer. They were giving her the ultimate gift of love by letting her go.

  Aliya refused to disgrace herself and them by begging or dissolving into pitiful sobs. “I love you, too,” she whispered. “I always will.”

  She left the room, closing the door silently behind her.

  Aartan

  You need to create a new bio-modification, Brother. I’m in need of a heart. I’m afraid she tore mine out and took it with her just now.

  I’ll need to make two. Azar sighed. Knowing it’s for the best doesn’t make it any easier, does it? Why couldn’t she have been cold and hard, like some of the alien females we used to bed before we met Rielle? We never had a problem saying goodbye to any of them. Do you think…

  “Stop.” Aartan’s voice rang out. “Don’t go there. We realized long ago the Sacred Ones had given us the perfect mate. It was our own self-importance, our need to be heralded as the saviors of our people, that made us leave her even though we knew her health was not good. There were other warriors who could have led that mission. Had we but said the word, Kal would have excused us from duty until our sons were born. It was our failure to take care of her properly that
left us grief-stricken and alone, not some random act by the Fates. Our injuries are punishment from the gods. Remember, we made the decision not to seek another mate, fearing if we found one we’d provoke their wrath and put her life in danger, too.”

  “We didn’t seek this one,” Azar reminded him. “What if she is a gift from the Sacred Ones? When she put her arms around me just now, I felt the crushing weight of my depression ease for the first time. Perhaps the gods have forgiven us. If they truly sent her into our lives, do we have the right to reject her?”

  “Forget us. Forget our gods,” Aartan replied. “We both know she deserves better in this life than two old, broken warriors. She’s half our age. No matter what she says, we know how it would end for her. Her Earther friends will have their younger warrior mates, their own lives on Tharon. If we make her our mate, when the Sacred Ones call us home, she’ll spend the rest of her years alone in a strange world, without even the comfort of family around her.”

  “You’re right, Brother. I was being selfish. After Rielle died, I never thought I would care for anyone again.”

  Aartan nodded. “Neither of us ever thought our hearts would race, our cocks swell at the sight and scent of another female, especially a bronze-skinned alien with long dark hair.”

  Azar gave him a wry smile. “Tell the truth, you offspring of a jambora. You were far more interested in the little patch of hair between her legs than you were with the hair growing on her head.”

  Aartan punched him with his good arm. “It seems to me you were the one who buried his face in it first, Brother.”

  The smile disappeared. His twin’s face twisted and he crumpled to the floor, his shoulders heaving with muffled sobs. “I know it was wrong. Pretending I was you, making love to her, knowing all the while we could never be together. But gods help me, I wanted to reach out and seize one moment of happiness.”