Corillion Mates: The Complete Series (Books 1-6)

by Maia Starr

  Chapter 7

  VERA RODANTHEE

  I couldn't believe what I had done! I had willingly given myself to a Corillion alien warrior while I was in deep mourning for my husband. I did not plan on doing it, but once I was in his arms, I could not stop myself! It was as if my body took over my mind. I had no control over myself. I could not stop. It felt damn good. Not just in a sexual way, but in a safe and secure way. I was all alone, millions of miles from Earth, and finding comfort in the arms of a Corillion alien warrior made me feel better. It gave me hope. It made me feel less alone. It must be why I did it, or maybe a part of me did it out of spite toward Cyro. Being with a Corillion of my own choice proved that Cyro did not own me, I owned me. That felt good. Damn good.

  But I was not expecting the explosive experience that came with it. It was unlike any other kind of have sex that I had ever had in my life. Of course, I should've known that sex with an alien warrior would be different than with a human man, but I didn't realize just how different. Being with Cyro was not the same as being with Truo, and Cyro was an alien warrior of the same kind. It did not make sense at all.

  Adding to that fact was being in a secretive place that was under the fortress. We had to be quick before being caught. It was exciting. It was fast, messy, and erotic. Having him inside of me was thrilling and sexy.

  It had been a few days since the encounter with Truo and I had not risked going to meet him at midnight again. I was worried. I did not want to be caught. I did not want him to be put to death simply because of me, not after what had happened to Marcus because of me.

  But there was a problem now. I missed him. The afterglow of the experience was starting to wear off. I needed more. It was as if he were a drug and I needed a fix. I started to find myself wanting to go to the underground passage once more.

  But if I went a second time, it wouldn't just be a one time experience; it would be an affair, a secret affair. If I went again, then it would make me want to go again and again. I knew that it would cause me to create a bad habit of meeting up with him. The longer that we did not get caught, the more relaxed I would become. I knew that I only had about ten days left before Cyro would start to expect that I should be well. I only had ten days of freedom left before Cyro would be visiting my bedchamber on a nightly basis again no longer afraid of catching the flu that I pretended to have. I would not be able to meet up with Truo after that.

  Because of the realization that I only had a few days of freedom left, I decided that I had to do it. It would be the last few days where I would feel any sort of happiness, if you could call finding solace in the arms of an alien in a moment of grieving happiness, but it was all that I had.

  So I found myself going once more at midnight to the underground passage to search for my new lover, my alien warrior lover. I snuck out of my chambers, making sure that the empty tray of food was set on the table outside my door, as to not give anyone a reason to go into my room. Not that anyone would as everyone feared the human sickness that I had.

  "I didn't think that you would come again,” Truo said as I approached the bottom of the stairs.

  "Yet here you are expecting me,” I said to him.

  "Not expecting, but hoping,” he said as he reached out for my hand. I placed my hand in his. His large, strong hand gave me comfort almost instantly. He led me along the underground passage until we were inside the secret room.

  "Did Cyro say anything to you? Did he suspect anything?” he asked.

  "No, he did not say anything to me out of the ordinary. He has been to my room very little because I told him I was ill. But I do not think he suspects that I have been leaving my room at midnight,” I said to him as I looked up his towering physical form. His kind brown eyes look down upon me with sincere kindness that I craved.

  "Has he hurt you? Does he strike you?” he asked me getting anxious.

  "He hurts me with his words. He hurts me by forcing me to lay with him. But he does not hit me,” I said to him.

  "I do not like knowing that he hurts you in any way. He has to be stopped,” he said.

  "But he is the leader on this asteroid. No one can stop him. It is hopeless,” I said to him, feeling a rush of sadness as my destiny of being stuck on this rock with Cyro hit me. Then I continued, “Do not remind me of the pain and anguish of what I am going through here. I came here tonight for escape from all of that, if at least just for a few hours. You can give that to me, just like you did before,” I said as I moved toward him and placed my hands on his chest, trailing my fingers over his scales.

  "I am sorry to bring it up. We will not speak of it anymore tonight,” he whispered the words to me as he groaned underneath my touch.

  "Good. It is all that I ask,” I whispered back. He reached down from his tall height and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me softly. There was something different in his kiss. Before, his kiss was out of hunger and extreme desire to quench a thirst. Now, it was soft and sensual. It was a dangerous kiss. It was dangerous because it had meaning and emotion behind it instead of a raw sexual passion. What was worse was that I kissed him back in the same way. My kiss was full of emotion, and I could no longer blame my irrational actions on grief. My actions were now out of strong feelings for my alien warrior companion.

  "Make love to me again,” I whispered to him.

  "I thought you would never ask,” he said in return with a playful grin on his face.

  He kissed me again and then he put his hands on my shoulders. He spun me around until my back was to him. He pulled me back against him and the portion of my back that was exposed through the bareback dress pressed against his hard chest and scales. I sighed in ecstasy as our flesh made contact. I enjoyed feeling the hard scales against my back. There was something about them that made me feel like I was with a very strong warrior, and that gave me relief.

  He kissed my neck, right in the soft spot that gave me chills. Then he trailed kisses down my neck, over my shoulder, and then back up again. He gave me goosebumps all over my skin.

  “I have been thinking of this over and over again. You have taken over my mind, Vera,” he whispered as he untied the dress that wrapped around my neck. He pushed the straps off of me, and the dress fell to the floor. I was now completely naked standing with my back to him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as his breathing grew rapid. He put one large hand between my shoulder blades; it stretched completely across. Then he slowly slid it down to the small of my back and around my bottom as he moaned Then he moved his hand back up, retracing his steps. I was wet almost immediately. I could barely handle this anymore; I wanted him inside of me, but he wanted to savor every moment and every inch of my body.

  He kissed my back lower and lower until he was on his knees behind me kissing every inch of my body. I was growing wetter and wetter. I turned around and faced him. He had a very seductive grin on his face as he looked at me. Then he kissed my breast, licking and sucking on each nipple. I was astounded that he knew what to do, but I guessed it was just primitive. I grabbed his hand and slid it down my belly. His hand was so broad that it was practically the same size as my waist. I slid it further and further down until it was over my wet center. I moaned. He looked at me with wide eyes, as though confused.

  "Touch me here. It will please me,” I said to him.

  "I understand. Just as the way you touched me when you wrapped your hand around mine, the pleasure it gave me…” he said.

  "Yes, exactly like that,” I said to him as I put my fingers on top of his and guided his thumb onto my clitoris. “Oh yes," I moaned. Then I moved my finger on top of his in a circular slow motion. He caught on quickly.

  I looked at his gorgeous body in front of me. He was a warrior alien. It was very hot. I put my hand on his blue scales and felt the hardness of them underneath my fingertips. This combined with the movement of his hands on me sent me over the edge, and in seconds, I was releasing in an orgasm.

  But he was not done with me. He made
love to me three times that night until it was only an hour away from the sun coming up. I had to go back to my chamber quickly before I was caught. It was risky.

  It was dirty. It was worth facing death for. I thought I was getting away with it all. I thought that Truo was the perfect solution to my isolation and grief. But the next day something happened that made me doubt everything that I had thought about Truo. Was I wrong about all of it?

  The next day after I had eaten the second meal of the day and placed the tray on the table, I heard my name.

  "Vera!” Cyro shouted at me from the stairway. I turned from my bedroom door as I stood in the hallway just having placed the tray on the table. I coughed violently.

  "What is it?” I said weakly still remembering that I had to pretend to be sick.

  "How many more days of this?” he asked in frustration.

  "I cannot be sure. I am beginning to feel a little better, but the sickness has not left me yet,” I said to him.

  "The longer you are sick, the longer that you will not be able to mate with me. Do you know that you are not holding up to your end of the agreement? I promised you that if you mated with me, you would get to see and speak with your husband. After you are well and we have mated again, then I shall hold up my end of the agreement. Is that not what you want?” he asked

  I was stunned. How could he hold up his end of the agreement if my husband were dead? He must be bluffing again. This is what he had been telling me since the beginning of my capture.

  "You have been saying that since I came to you. You have been saying that since you took me from Earth, and yet I have not seen or spoken to my husband. Why should I believe you now?” I said in anger. “How do I even know that he is still alive?” I said to him.

  Cyro narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously and I wished that I could take back that last part. I did not want him to think that I knew the truth. “I thought you might say that. So I asked your husband if he had a message for you,” he said to me.

  My eyes opened wide, “You did? What did he say?” I said feeling hope for the first time in a long time that perhaps my husband was alive.

  "He said tell Vera to remember Pamplona,” Cyro said.

  I gasped. I was in complete shock. Remember Pamplona was something that my husband and I said to each other whenever we were fighting or whenever things got tough. We would remind ourselves of a very passionate and exciting week that we spent together when we first met. When we knew that we were meant to be together within hours of knowing each other. Saying it would always pull us through the toughest fights or disagreements. We would remember the time that we spent in complete bliss in Pamplona, Spain and it would make everything better. It would be exactly the type of message he would send to me. It would be exactly what he would say right now in this tough time.

  My eyes watered and tears flowed down my face. I was in shock, but I was also in deep relief. He was alive. Marcus was alive.

  “I thought you might like that,” Cyro said. “I hope that you will soon be better in a few days,” he said as he walked away down the stairs.

  I turned and entered my bedroom chamber and walked back-and-forth in complete excitement, exhilaration, and confusion. I started speaking to myself out loud trying to get my thoughts under control. “Could it be true? Could he really be alive? My husband Marcus is still out there somewhere. He is here at the fortress being held captive, and I will soon see him again. He has to be. How else would Cyro know remember Pamplona?" I cried tears of joy. It was not over. I still had a hope of seeing Marcus again. I longed to talk to him and to touch him.

  Then it hit me! If Cyro was telling the truth, then it meant that Truo was lying. I sat down on the bed floored by this realization. Had this alien warrior fooled me into sleeping with him? If so, then he was very cunning and smooth. He knew exactly what to do in order to get to me. He first told me my husband was dead and was in the perfect position to console me afterward, gaining my trust. How dare he! He was just as evil as Cyro. I could not believe it! I had fallen for something so stupid and obvious. He broke my heart by telling me that my husband was dead and put himself in the position to pick up the pieces.

  Not only that! I ended up sleeping with him because of it, because of my grief and loneliness. Because I thought I was a widow. He had made me betray my husband who was still alive! The bastard.

  I knew I should visit him again that very night in order to give him a piece of my mind and slap him. But I knew that I could not because if Truo was playing a game with me and had used me just to extend his life cycle, then he was a very dangerous alien, and I should not be alone with him again. He would see it on my face that I knew the truth, and I did not know what he was capable of. I would have to keep the secret, another secret to keep. Now I had two enemies on this asteroid: Cyro and Truo, both ruthless Corillion alien warriors.

  Chapter 8

  TRUO SEEDUON, SECOND COMMAND

  A week had passed since I had been with the human female Vera, making love to her, as she called it for many hours in the night. I had not seen her since, but I had waited for her every night, just in case. She never came to me. It was just as well because it was very risky and I did not want her to get caught. I could not allow her to be in any more danger than she already was with Cyro simply to indulge myself.

  I had mated with her, and she had saved my life, extending it beyond the 22-year cycle because of it. But this was not why I did it; I did it because I truly desired her. I cared for her, and my feelings for her grew stronger by the moment. I found myself thinking that I would give up my entire life in order to pull her out of the grasp of Cyro. I was willing to give it all up for her, to save her. I wanted her to be happy.

  But the week without her was torture. My body and my mind desired her, desired her company, desired her kisses, desired to hear her voice. I thought about her often, and it made me want to go through with this plan to unseat Cyro from the leadership even more. Then I could truly protect her.

  "You are being summoned by Great Leader Cyro,” a warrior said to me as I was deep in thought about Vera, sitting on a low border wall of the fortress.

  "He has summoned me? Why?” I asked him.

  "It was not told to me other than to summon you to his quarters,” he said.

  "I am on my way now,” I said as I got up and began to walk toward Cyro’s quarters. I was paranoid and filled with anxiety. Did he know about Vera and I? Did he know that I was having an affair with her? Did he know about my plans to overthrow him? There were many secrets that I was hiding, and now I thought that he had exposed one or all of those secrets. Only just a few months before, if Cyro summoned me, I would not think anything of it. I was the second in command after all, and most of his leadership plans went through me for advice and execution. I did all the hard work. Meeting with him was a constant part of my daily existence being the second in command, so being summoned by him should not have made me anxious. But it was because of the secrets that I now held that I was paranoid and on edge more than ever.

  "We have not met for some time now," Cyro said as I walked into his meeting rooms.

  "Yes, the last we met was for plans to capture more human females for the high-ranking warriors on this asteroid, and another for you since yours disappoints you, as you put it,” I said to him.

  He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me and said, “Yes, that is still true, though I think she might be coming around. She will learn to love me as human females have since we began abducting them. It just takes time and the right motivation."

  "Yes, as you say,” I said, agreeing with him because I had no other choice.

  "But I have summoned you here on another matter, not about human females,” he said to me.

  My stomach tightened, he was on to us. He had found out our plan and he was about to arrest me. It had to be.

  "What do you know of the Corillion Sitione?” he asked.

  Shit. It wasn't Jin who was betraying us like I thought it woul
d be. Instead, it was Sitione. Sitione had been confident and had not shown any fear. Now he must have told Cyro everything that we were planning.

  "I know as much as any other Corillion on this asteroid. He is a high-ranking warrior in charge of overseeing the structural systems of the fortress. A very intelligent alien warrior," I said.

  "Yes, he is very intelligent, and because of that, very dangerous,” he said.

  "What do you mean?” I asked. I thought he was about to tell me that Sitione had betrayed me and had told him about my plan to unseat him. But that did not seem to be the case.

  "Sitione has asked to journey to the High Council to ask permissions on some structural plans for the fortress that would make it a grander port and bigger base for a warrior army to defend us from Earth,” Cyro said.

  "That is a good idea as far as I'm concerned. We could never have too big of an army or too good of a port, but why is this a problem as you see it?” I asked trying to lie about the fact that I knew the real reason he wanted to go to the High Council. But why had Sitione done this without asking me first? I was the one that was going to go to the High Council and set the plans in motion to unseat Cyro; why did Sitione want to go to the High Council on his own?