“Move to the edge of the bed,” he said quickly when he broke the kiss, and moved to stand at the side of the bed. He quickly threw his clothes off and guided her around until her feet were on the floor, but her arms were folded on the bed, her head rested on top.
He dropped down behind her, to taste her, to drive himself a little further into hell, but also into heaven. She tasted so good, like nectar he’d been dying to taste. But he had, and now that he had her taste on his tongue, he wanted more.
His hands supported her, held her when her knees went weak from his attentions. But his tongue didn’t relent. He stroked her fast, hard, with a will that drove her straight into the heaven she’d craved. She was beautiful, her back arched her head up as she pushed herself up from the bed as the spasms took her.
His nostrils flared with utter delight as her scent grew stronger, more tasty, the longer she came. Her hand came out, reached for him, as her cries began to subside, and her hips stopped moving. She was more than ready to take him now.
He moved, stood up and positioned himself at her entrance. He slid his right palm down her back, and then slid it back up to open her. The point he wanted was there, between the pretty pink petals that hid the entrance to her heaven. The heaven he wanted so much he thought he’d go mad with it.
He put the head of his dick there, just enough to feel what awaited the rest of it. Slick, hot, grasping flesh that would swallow him whole. All he had to do was… push.
Rager groaned, low and long, as he slid himself into her, pushed past the tightness that only eased after he’d fucked into her a few times, and let her have him, all of him.
He stopped when every inch of him sank into her, he contemplated the sensation of being plugged into such a live wire, a dangerous thing that could ruin him if he let it. He’d spend his days inside her if he hadn’t taken on so many responsibilities, but he had so he’d enjoy this moment while he could.
She twisted her hips before he’d fully taken his moment’s pleasure yet it didn’t matter because his dick throbbed on a wave of pleasure that shook him to his core. He drove her forward with one quick thrust, an order to keep still. An order she ignored.
His will snapped and he finally gave her what she wanted, wild, frantic thrusts that surged deep into her walls, so deep he thought he might not find his way back. He wanted to watch her face, but this was the best way to fuck her now that she was so pregnant. The most comfortable way for her. He lost himself in the feel of her, in the way she wrapped herself around him with her scent, with her sounds, until he felt her explode around him.
As her walls gripped at him, and she screamed his name, he let himself go fully, totally, inside of her. He nearly choked on how good it felt as his toes curled into the floor. His pace became erratic as he slammed into her sweet pussy, over and over, until he was totally spent.
“Fuck.” He heard her whisper as she climbed back onto the bed and collapsed on her side. He climbed up beside her and stretched out on his back.
He was going to die because he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. It had all felt so good, still felt so good, and he floated somewhere, some cloud of euphoria that only she had ever given him.
She reached out in the darkness, found his hand, and he thought the word love.
But love was a human thing, an emotion that they couldn’t define but still insisted they felt. They had affection in his world, need, desire of course, but never love. Lately, however, he’d begun to wonder. Had his people cut themselves off from something that the humans found so worthy of the highest of honors.
Earthlings had died for love, had died without love, went to war over love if their ancient tales were correct. Were the things he felt for Ann, the way he felt about Ann considered love? He didn’t know. He’d never been in love before, had never felt it, so he wasn’t sure what it was.
Was it a need for the other person? A desire to always be near them? To know their thoughts, their desires? If that was love, then he loved her, he supposed. But he had a feeling it was more, it was that warm feeling in his chest when he thought about her, not just the warm feeling he felt when she thought about him. It was the way she took his breath away and made him laugh at the strangest of times. So many things made him think that maybe he did, in fact, love his mate.
But they were earthly notions and not something he’d ever admit out loud. He was the overlord, the master here, and could not be seen as weak. His soldiers would think that he was if they knew, so he’d keep this nonsense to himself.
“I’m going to shower, and then I’ll be back, Ann.” She only responded with a wave of her hand, and he knew she would likely be asleep again before he returned.
He took a long shower, and when he made it back to bed, his body was relaxed and ready to sleep. He slid in behind her and curled around her body. His hand slid down to her belly, to cup it while she slept.
He still hadn’t quite come to terms with the fact that this was his child. He always thought of it as her baby, not his. He’d started to go to her appointments with Skye because she’d asked him to. It had made her child real to him, but it still hadn’t crystallized that this was his baby too.
Logic told him it was, that he was about to be a father, but he didn’t want to be. Not yet. He wanted another 20 years, maybe 30, with her before they thought about a baby. But humans aged faster than them, and even with the advances in technology that his people had, that technology would not slow down the human aging process enough to give her that much time. Besides, humans didn’t have as many eggs to fertilize as women of his race did.
She would run out of opportunities for having babies long before then, even if their technology allowed her to age slower. A flutter of movement beneath his hand, and then a jolt, made him realize the baby had not only just moved against his hand, but had kicked him.
“You little monkey!” he whispered in the darkness but smiled with sudden pride. The baby had kicked him. Her baby. His baby.
He was rocked to his core with sudden awareness. His baby. That was also his child in there. A child he would have to be a father to. That he wanted to be a father to.
She had done this for him as well, he thought as he moved his head to kiss the back of her head. She had done so much for him, without even realizing it. She’d shown him that life didn’t have to be his way or no way at all. She’d stood up for herself and her people, on more than one occasion, and had shown him that not all of the humans of this planet were assholes that wanted to destroy the world so they could have everything they wanted.
Katy barked at him, from somewhere on the floor, and he rolled over to pick her up. Lately, she’d wanted to sleep outside, but sometimes she still wanted up on the tall bed to sleep curled up in Ann’s neck.
“You’re a little monkey too, Katy,” he whispered as he put her down in front of Ann. She just swished her tail at him and put her jaw on Ann’s neck. She stared at him as if she didn’t trust him, even though she knew him.
Then she closed her eyes and licked her lips until she fell asleep. Even the dog knew Ann and their baby were safe with him. Because, even though Katy might only be a dog, she could sense love and knew when it was around. And, like it or not, Rager was madly in love with that woman. He just couldn’t tell her that.
11
“Will you be alright while I’m gone?” he asked her as he dressed that morning. It was getting closer to her time, and he was worried about her. She rolled over in the bed, her stomach far more pronounced than it had been. She was slower these days, far more tired than she normally was, and it showed in the circles under her eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll be moving far from the bed today. I feel like my hips are coming out of their sockets,” she replied, miserable with the weight on her now.
“My poor darling, it’ll be over soon enough, and then we’ll have our baby and you’ll have your body back.” He leaned over to kiss her, took one last look at her face, and left her.
He had a busy day ahead and he was on the way to the first item on the list. There was a new group of humans in one of the holding facilities that had been set up around the sector. There were eight of them at strategic points along a wall, spread around to catch all newcomers before they’d even made it into the sector. Rager had ordered the facilities to be put up after Ann was kidnapped.
He wanted to know if Rex made his way back here, and he’d had time to make it now, if he’d remained on foot. Rager knew that there were no vehicles that could run, except their transporters, so the man would have had to have walked to make it back to their sector. Rager would make sure the man didn’t make it into the sector.
Normally he wouldn’t go out to the facility to inspect the new arrivals, but these were reported to have come across the rift and down from the north. They could have picked up a straggler like Rex along the way.
Rager had never been emotionally tied to anyone, not even his parents or siblings. That’s why it hadn’t been hard for him to leave his home planet. He’d been raised with the knowledge that one day he would leave them all behind, and they’d distanced themselves from him. He’d never really known affection or love, not until Ann came to him.
He’d known the touch of a lover, what it felt like to fuck, but he’d never known… love. He still didn’t want to admit it to himself, but what he felt for Ann was unlike anything he’d ever known. He loved to see her tired eyes in the morning, how they lit up despite her current exhaustion. He loved the feel of her against him, and his fondest moments were when she fell asleep in his arms, so trustful and carefree.
It wasn’t just sex for him. He liked the way she made him think beyond the norm for his people, and to the things her own people needed or believed. He loved the way she made him laugh, too. She kept him company and filled the hours that he knew would have otherwise been filled with boredom.
He needed that, he needed her, and he wasn’t about to let some upstart werewolf ruin his life. He made it to the facility in a deserted part of the sector. The place was bare of trees, and the grass was kept cut low. A tall, unscalable fence ran the perimeter, and the facility, made of bricks, stood in the middle. Two storeys high, the facility was a cage at the back of the bottom floor, and the top was a maximum-security lockup with offices.
Rager walked into the reception area and looked around. Security guards stood at the outside of the door and inside, with one stationed at each door. Security was tight and the number of people might have seemed like overkill, but Rex and his revolutionaries had surprised them once already. It wouldn’t happen again if he could help it.
“Overlord! I’m glad you’re here.” A small man with round glasses, a nose too small to hold them up, dressed in a pair of beige slacks and a white, button-up sweater, came toward him. Everyone knew who he was, and nobody questioned him or asked for identification. It simply wasn’t necessary.
“Where are they?” The man’s name didn’t matter. He simply wanted to see if Rex was part of the group, and then get on with the rest of his day. “Have them all lined up for inspection.”
“Overlord, we’ve checked the group for revolutionaries. This trip wasn’t necessary…” the man’s reassurances trailed off as Rager’s eyes blazed in his direction.
Rager had learned to put up with a certain amount of familiarity from the earthlings, he’d even become accustomed to the way some of them thought they knew better than he did or his people, but sometimes, every now and then, he had to remind them of who was in charge. This man only required a look before he bowed his head and made for the locked gate five feet from the door behind the reception desk.
They walked through the gate, and Rager could hear the soft thud of their shoes as they made their way down a hallway made of bare concrete. There were no windows, and the only light came from a single lightbulb stuck into the wall in an awkward place. Likely to keep it from becoming a weapon, he decided as they came up to another gate.
This one required two keys and the man took his time about finding the right ones to insert. Rager was about to kick the man away and do it himself when the gate finally opened. Rager glared down at the much smaller man but didn’t say anything.
They finally made it to a partition where two to three dozen people were being kept. They were all stood against the wall, their faces uncovered and held up for inspection. Rager walked up to the gate of the fence and looked in.
“You will be released and housed within a few hours. Once you’re cleared, you are expected to obey the rules here. Those rules are in place for your own protection and for the benefit of all. Follow them and we’ll all get along just fine.” Rager saw women, men, and children stood there, all of them afraid of the alien in front of them.
One man swallowed audibly and Rager looked him over. He looked vaguely familiar but couldn’t pick out what it was. He didn’t look a thing like Rex, so he dismissed the man from his mind and carried on his inspection. They all looked dirty, hungry, and desperate. They’d left their homes when the news reached them that life on the other side of the rift was much better. They’d come in the hope of a better future, and he hoped he could give them that.
As long as they stayed out of trouble, they could have the life they dreamed of. If they worked for it, too. Only the disabled were exempt from work in this new world, though that wasn’t a law. You didn’t have to work, but if you wanted to eat, you would work. There weren’t many elderly, but they were exempt as well from the law. A couple of them worked anyway, because it made them feel useful to help rebuild the world. The law, therefore, wasn’t based on cruelty, it was just a matter of necessity.
“We have implemented a new law, that isn’t in any of the paperwork you’ll be given as you leave today. If you leave the sector for a long length of time, you will not be allowed back in. You will be given a tracker, all of you, and we will know how long you leave for. If you accept these terms, you may stay.” He didn’t see anyone that might be Rex in this lot of newcomers, and he was ready to leave now.
He turned to the small man that ran this facility and pinned him to the floor with his glare.
“Overlord?” the man whispered, fear evident in the way his voice squeaked.
“They will all have trackers, am I clear?” His nostrils flared and his eyes drilled into the man.
“Yes, yes, Overlord. Whatever you say.”
“If they refuse the trackers or to answer your questions, they will be put out. Is that clear?”
“Of course, Overlord.” The man nodded, his receding hairline a jagged line across the top of his head.
“Good. Have a nice day.” Rager nodded his head of black hair and walked away from the man. He closed the gates as he walked out of the facility and back to his transporter. He didn’t speak to anyone else, he just headed back to his transporter and climbed in.
He knew, he knew it deep down, that he hadn’t seen the last of Rex. And he kind of hoped he was right. He wanted a chance to wipe the floor with that smirky little bastard. He’d terrified Ann, caused an uprising that resulted in a lot of damage to the sector and bred discontent. A chance to pay the fucker back would be great.
Rager put on some music on the mp3 player he’d had repaired for himself, and set a course to take him back to the city hall building used as the main headquarters away from the mothership. It was full of songs from many decades, a compilation Ann had put together for him when she’d scavenged a computer and found it would still come on. It must have been some kind of music buff because there was music on the hard drive that spanned the history of recorded music. It had been a good find, and the fact that she’d taken the time to put a list together for him was… thoughtful.
A smile tugged at his full lips and he put on a pair of sunglasses as he headed into the sun. It wasn’t bad being the man a woman loved, the man that Ann loved.
He’d let her down once, he’d allowed a man lower than a bug to enter his home and take his mate. Surprise or not, the attack shouldn’t
have gotten as far as it did. He’d spent every day since trying to make up for it in some way.
He’d even become used to the idea of being a father. He’d watched Ann’s parents as they cooed over their twin children and saw that fatherhood had its rewards. His own father had been absent from his life for many years. He’d send communications, or someone to relay his messages to Rager, and never showed up for the many accomplishments Rager had managed over the years.
He’d started to watch the families around him, saw how the Earth parents put their children’s needs first, and wondered if his people had got that wrong. Or perhaps it was a particularity of the earthlings, perhaps their children needed more nurturing than his own people did.
He would do this with his child. The more he felt the baby move within his mate, the more the warmth in his chest grew. He felt something too, pride maybe. He had created life, he and his mate, and they had beaten nature. It would be their job to ensure that that child survived its childhood and became an adult worthy to take its place in this new world. Male or female, the child would be his child. Leadership would likely be a role that that child would take on.
To do that, he had to make sure his new family was safe from all elements. That included Rex and his band of morons. Rager decided to have a new database implemented. All newcomers were already put into a database on the mothership, but he’d have a new one put in place down here. Then there would be two, just in case one was altered in some way.
He had a feeling, a feeling that wouldn’t leave him alone. This nonsense wasn’t over, and until it was, he would not feel at ease. He’d have the newcomers tracked in that database too. Their movements would be analyzed, and he’d have a new team put together to watch for trouble amongst them all. A new task force. That should do the trick.
It meant more work for him, more meetings, more approvals, but it had to be done. If he wanted to keep his family safe, then he had to make sacrifices of his own. With a determined step that made his bootsteps ring on the tile floor of the City Hall, Rager went to the office he maintained on the ground.
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