Alien Romance: Arcturus Mates Complete Series (Book 1 - 9): Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Invasion Romance, Alien Romance)

by Julia Sexton

“By determining if the planet itself is habitable, rather than dealing with the locals or the fauna,” Garon explained.

  “The great minds are the ones who examine the viruses, bacteria, air quality, or atmosphere. They determine whether or not the planet itself will kill us.”

  “Have any of you ever been to Earth?” Melody asked, tone growing slightly warier.

  Garon nodded once.

  “Yes. We have one there now, though we have lost touch with him recently. From what we have gathered, though, Earth shows promise.”

  Melody’s eyebrows rose suddenly.

  “And what happens if the planets you decide to examine are already inhabited? What happens to ‘the locals?”

  Garon rolled his eyes.

  “Please try not to be so melodramatic,” he said flatly.

  “It is not a hostile takeover. We change our forms and blend in with the dominant species. Most people do not even realize we are there. Earth shows promise, and it is safe.”

  “Just not the actual Earthlings,” she remarked.

  “Capturing you was not my idea,” he pointed out, “and I would put a stop to such practices if it was within my power.”

  “But you’re some worshipped hero!” Melody burst out.

  “Can’t you do something to change things?”

  “I am a warrior, not a deity,” he snapped, “and I am not the deciding voice. You saw how many women were there. They do not capture so many as a precaution; they capture so many because they do that much business. I am in the minority, when it comes to how I feel on the matter.”

  Melody fell into a sulk, and Garon skulked out of the room in exasperation. Maybe it was irrational, expecting him to overhaul the entire system. A bit like expecting a single movie star to rule the world.

  Still, Melody found it unpleasant to be so bluntly confronted with that knowledge.

  “So why me?” Melody asked, and she sounded much less pouty than the words would suggest.

  “Why any of us? Why not members of your own species?”

  Garon shifted uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck.

  “It is seen as…exotic,” he answered haltingly.

  “To us, appearance means nothing. We can all look like anything and so unusual appearances carry no excitement.” He sighed quietly.

  “To many, they instead find excitement in having intercourse with those who are of a different species.”

  Melody pondered that information for a short while. She supposed it made a certain amount of sense, albeit in a rather creepy fashion.

  “What do you think about it?” she asked after a moment.

  Garon huffed out a breath through his nose, in a manner a bit like an irritated horse.

  “I find it distasteful. It is shameful, and it is dreadfully cruel to those who get captured.” He crossed his arm.

  “It is a pity that it is such a widespread preference. I know there are groups hoping to change things, but change comes slowly, and the majority tends to disagree with such changes.”

  He looked and sounded genuinely sad as he spoke, and Melody’s expression softened slightly.

  “Well, slow change is better than no change,” she replied.

  “And things managed to change pretty quickly for me.”

  ‘I owe that to you’ was left unsaid, but Garon seemed to catch her meaning.

  Chapter 4

  She cut herself in the kitchen, one afternoon. She wasn’t particularly surprised about it.

  She was walking around naked, after all. Something was bound to happen. Still, it was unpleasant, as most injuries were.

  Garon walked into the apartment as Melody was trying to find a first aid kit of some sort, and he seemed surprisingly alarmed as he asked, “What happened?”

  “Naked cooking sounds like a better idea than it is,” Melody replied.

  “I was trying to find a first aid kit.”

  Thus prompted, Garon pulled the first aid kit down from the cabinet it was tucked away in, and he set about taking care of the slice on her arm. He was astoundingly gentle, as if she might fall apart beneath his touch.

  As if she was something to cherish and preserve. Melody hadn’t felt like she was anything to cherish since she had been captured.

  She didn’t mention it as he cleaned and bandaged her arm. She didn’t bring it up once he was finished.

  Not at that point, at least. But it made her think. It gave her something to ponder and contemplate and gnaw at when she was in the apartment alone.

  Melody watched Garon intently as he went about his business in the apartment, her chin propped up in one hand, her elbow on the arm of the couch.

  She had to have been watching him for at least ten minutes before, at last, Garon let out a somewhat explosive sigh and asked, “What?”

  “Just thinking,” Melody replied.

  Garon pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “Thinking about what?” he asked.

  “Clearly, you want to say something, so say it.”

  Melody thought it over for a minute, and then she shrugged. She may as well. He had proven that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

  “Why do you always seem like you’re hiding something from me?” she wondered, doing her best to keep her tone neutral.

  She didn’t want to sound accusing. She didn’t want to sound like she thought it was a scandal. She didn’t want to sound too intrigued. She was just…curious.

  For a moment, Garon looked unsure, and just that took Melody off guard.

  He was silent at first, for long enough that Melody began to think he wouldn’t answer. Just as she was losing hope, he spoke, his words slow and careful.

  “Among my people, mates are destined. One soul touches another, and we know. “He fell silent again, as if he didn’t know how to properly explain it.

  “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were to be my mate. I felt your soul touch mine, and once I heard you speak, that just confirmed it.” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.

  “I know humans do not experience such things, and I did not want to make you do something you did not wish to do. So I kept it to myself.”

  Melody stared at him with wide, startled eyes. She was going to just spit out some sort of platitude, some sort of ‘I don’t know what to say,’ but then she engaged her brain and thought about it.

  He had been a perfect gentleman the entire time she had known him, and he had only lost his temper at all during moments where Melody was goading him. So clearly, he meant her no harm. As proven by his reaction to her accidentally cutting herself, he valued her safety. He had paid money for her safety (quite a bit of money, actually, as she had asked him about it after the first few days).

  He was attractive. Far more attractive than anyone she would have seen herself with on Earth, even. She didn’t love him, but after everything she had been through, that didn’t surprise her, and she knew that she could easily come to love him as she mentally recovered.

  “You know,” she began, “I’ve never had sex before.”

  Garon blinked at her, seeming confused by what seemed to be a change of subject.

  “I think,” she continued, “I would like for you to be my first.”

  For a moment, he looked as if someone had slapped him, in the best way possible. And then he shook his head minutely to jog himself back to the present, and he asked, “Are you certain? Do you want me to take a human form?”

  “This is the form people know you in,” Melody pointed out.

  “This form is you. This is the form I want.”

  Garon’s expression softened. “As you wish. We will not be going the whole way tonight, though. It will require preparation. I am…not small, in this form.”

  While that did make Melody nervous, it also excited her, and she found herself grinning.

  “We’d better get started then, right?”

  With a quiet chuckle, Garon effortlessly shucked off his shirt and pants, and Melody had to take a mom
ent to stare, her gaze drawn downward. He really wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t small.

  Her attention was drawn away, though, when he took her hands and led her into his bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, it was a bit barren, but that wasn’t what Melody’s attention was focused on.

  Gently, Garon laid her back on the bed and lied down beside her before rolling partially on top of her.

  At first, all they did was kiss, lips sliding against each other, but slowly, they began to let their hands explore.

  Garon’s hands caressed Melody’s chest, stroking along her collarbones and breasts and fingers delicately circling her nipples until they hardened. His hands skated down her sides to her hips, where his thumbs traced the grooves where her legs met her pelvis. Melody squirmed beneath him, already beginning to pant.

  She traced her fingers over his skin, exploring the patches of glimmering scales carefully, but soon, as the fingers of one of Garon’s hands began to softly stroke the lips of her sex, it became too much for her to concentrate, and her hands fell to the bed, fingers curling loosely in the blanket.

  Garon was slow and gentle the entire time, as he dipped a finger between the folds of Melody’s pussy, stroking along the inner folds in a slow, U-shaped pattern. He didn’t even touch her clit until her pussy was thoroughly wet.

  With the first slow stroke over her clit, Melody gasped and arched her back, pushing her pelvis more firmly against his hand. He refused to speed up, though, and continued to stroke her clit as if he thought she might break apart, the movement of his hand gentle but constant.

  Only when she was moaning and insisting that she couldn’t take anymore did he stop, but only for a moment. He paused just long enough for her to come down from the very edge, and only then did he probe at her entrance with one finger before he slowly worked it into her.

  He crooked his finger at the perfect angle to drive her insane as he thrust it slowly in and out, inexorably pulling her towards the precipice of orgasm before he stopped once again before she could reach it.

  He let her begin to come down from the high before he carefully added a second finger. From there, a pattern was established. Garon would carefully and slowly lead her towards orgasm, just to stop before she could properly reach it, and he would add another finger and begin to stoke the fires once again.

  By the time he had four fingers in her, the lights had automatically dimmed for nighttime and Melody was nearly crying from her need to come.

  “Please, please, oh please, let me come,” Melody begged, and at last he obeyed.

  He kept the movements of his hand slow, but as her moans became louder once again, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, and her voice grew louder still until with a gasp that could have been a desperate scream, she came, drenching her thigh and Garon’s hand.

  He continued to thrust his fingers until she was limp and lax and panting for breath, before he finally drew his fingers out.

  Garon wiped his hand off on the bed, and Melody trembled and shivered through over-stimulation, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted.

  Garon leaned over her and kissed her languidly, before he lied down and drew her close. She was asleep in moments.

  Chapter 5

  Waking up beside Garon felt surprisingly natural, and so did kissing him goodbye before he left for the day.

  Melody felt like she could have run to Earth and back, and she flitted around the apartment, unable to sit still.

  Never before had she felt anything that intense. It had been overwhelming, but in the best way. She couldn’t wait for whatever would come that evening.

  Despite her excitement, when Garon walked in that evening, Melody still managed to just sit with him.

  In theory, she was sitting with him as he watched television. In reality, she was mostly making up her own script and giving each character a ridiculous voice. Garon spent much of the time trying to hold back quiet laughter.

  It felt natural. It felt safe.

  That evening, once Garon had reduced Melody to a sweaty, moaning, writhing mess on the bed and was steadily thrusting four fingers into her, Melody expected him to let her come. She didn’t expect him to pull his fingers out when she was so close to her climax.

  There was a moment of stillness as he waited for her to calm slightly, and then she felt something cool and firm press against her entrance, and she lifted her head to see what it was.

  She watched with a strange sort of curiosity as the smooth, dark dildo slid into her, and then Garon angled it just so and Melody gasped and threw her head back. It stretched her, leaving her feeling impossibly full, but after all of the careful preparation, it didn’t hurt.

  With the same gentle concentration as before, Garon thrust the dildo in until his hand around the base was flush with Melody’s heated skin. With each inward thrust, he gave it a twist, and it didn’t take long for Melody to once again be reduced to squirming incoherence.

  She spread her legs farther and clenched her fingers in the blanket until it seemed like the fabric might tear. She tossed her head from side to side against the bed, lifted her hips to try to draw the dildo in farther, and moaned loudly and shamelessly.

  Melody expected it to end after one round with the toy, but once again she was wrong. Three times Garon used it to bring her to the very edge of orgasm, and three times he wouldn’t let her tumble over that edge.

  Melody was trembling and pawing desperately at Garon’s arms, as if to take the toy from him, but he deflected her hands masterfully. Heat built in Melody’s abdomen for the fourth time, and finally Garon decided to let her finish. He thrust the dildo steadily, and again Melody’s voice got louder as her orgasm drew nearer.

  When at last her orgasm crashed over her, it was like being swept away on a tidal wave. It was too intense for her to even voice it, and she threw her head back, mouth open soundlessly.

  Her back arched until it seemed it might break, and her orgasm rushed through her so intensely that she still managed to soak Garon’s hand, even when it was at the end of the dildo.

  Melody went limp on the bed and Garon gathered her close again.

  They were quiet at first, until Melody managed to sluggishly mumble, “Whatta ‘bou’ you?” against his shoulder.

  She reached down to clumsily wrap one hand around his erection.

  Garon hummed a deep, pleased note and began to thrust into her grip, closing one hand around hers to strengthen the grip.

  There was no finesse, no patience, and no teasing, but as he thrust into their combined grip, Garon managed to reach orgasm. He came with a quiet groan, his voice muffled against Melody’s shoulder.

  Afterwards, they curled together on the bed, and Melody was asleep in seconds.

  They kissed leisurely on the couch, Garon lying on his back with Melody sprawled over his chest. They were both still naked, skin rubbing against skin in the best way.

  The kiss broke, and Melody observed quietly, “You’re still here.” They were still close enough together that their lips brushed with each word.

  “You haven’t left yet.”

  Garon hummed a quiet affirmation and replied, “I thought I might get some work done here today.”

  His work didn’t seem particularly interesting, and whatever it was, it seemed to involve a great deal of digital paperwork.

  Melody curled against his side on the couch as he worked, keeping him company and occasionally pressing kisses against whatever patch of scales she could reach.

  As he worked, Garon kept one arm wrapped around her, fingers idly stroking the skin of her side and hip.

  It was comfortable and warm, and Melody thought that she could definitely get used to it.

  They didn’t actually make it to the bed that night. Melody sat on the floor with her back against the couch and her legs spread wide as Garon worked the dildo into her pussy with slow, gentle determination.

  Four fingers had already come and gone, and Melody let her head
fall back against a couch cushion as she moaned. She chased the dildo after each thrust, so insistently that her ass left the floor each time.

  She breathed in erratic gasps, broken only by the occasional syllable that never managed to be a word. The meaning was always clear, though; she was begging for more.

  Slowly, Garon pulled the dildo out and set it aside. He shifted Melody onto her back on the floor, lifted her legs to hook them over his arms, and took hold of her hips.

  As he lined himself up, he leaned down to kiss her. Their lips slid together slowly, tongues brushing together before retreating once more.

  Carefully, Garon began to thrust in, moaning quietly as her soft heat engulfed his cock in increments.

  When Garon’s cock was fully sheathed and their pelvises were pressed together, Melody shifted and squirmed as she adjusted to the feeling of being so utterly filled and stretched.

  It didn’t hurt—Garon had been too careful for there to be pain—but it was a completely foreign feeling.

  “Ready,” she finally breathed, her lips brushing his. “I’m ready.”

  “Are you certain?” he asked, and at her nod, he began to move.

  He kept his thrusts slow and shallow at first, but as tension began to build, so did the tempo, and soon enough, Garon was pounding into her as Melody moaned and gasped encouragement in his ears.

  Even as he went faster and harder, he was always mindful of her, though. He was always careful not to hurt her.

  “Oh, oh, yes,” Melody panted as orgasm drew closer.

  “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—“ She didn’t get a chance to say what she was going to do, but it was fairly apparent anyway, as her back arched and she moaned.

  Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, and in between the gasps that never got to be true words, the words, “Oh, I love you,” spilled out.

  Spurred on by the words he had been hoping for, Garon came just a few thrusts later. He buried his face in her hair and kissed the side of her head.

  They curled together on the floor as they caught their breath. They lied in silence for a time, until Garon murmured, “I love you, too.”