Ordar’s Mission: Scifi Alien Adventure Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Galactic Survival Book 4)

by Hana Starr

  As he began to slowly undress her, just like he did the last time but with an even softer touch, Ordar watched the emotions in her eyes carefully, studying every flicker and every shift in her orbs, and as he saw them glisten with tears that she refused to shed, he couldn’t help but slide his arms around her frame, so slight in comparison to his, and pull her into him. It was as if all he wanted in that moment was to shelter her and keep her safe and cherish her.

  “I do not have the words,” he whispered, one hand on her back, the other in her hair as he pressed his lips to her temple again. “To adequately express how happy that I am that you are here.” Her arms held him tightly, gripping him by the shoulders and holding him close. She felt her throat clogged with tears, but she knew that she needed to put her feelings to words, so she spoke around them.

  “I,” she swallowed thickly. “I think that I love you, Ordar,” she whispered, relishing in his comforting, solid weight against her. He tilted his head to the side as if in thought.

  “I am uncertain of what that would mean in my tongue,” he confessed. “Or what that feeling would be. But,” he smiled at her, and it was a smile that was tinged with uncertainty in such a way that it made her heart hurt. “But I am fond of you. I hope that does not hurt you.”

  “It makes me happy,” she said honestly, whimpering as she felt his erection press against the junction of her thigh. “It makes me so happy.” That was when her tears fully closed off her throat, and she suddenly couldn't find it in herself to say anything. But as he pressed his cool lips to hers, she found that it didn't matter.

  In that moment, words had become unnecessary.

  He felt so good, so right, as if he was the light in the darkest night of her life, as if he could take every hurt, every transgression that had been leveled against her and turn it into a fleeting afterthought compared to the warmth and happiness that he could give her. She found herself clinging to him then, knowing that it would all be alright in the end, somehow, some way, if she just held him close to her heart.

  Returning his kiss was something that she almost didn't have to consciously think about at that point; it was just something that she wanted, needed to do, to show him how much she cared, how much she cherished him. She felt as though if she didn't make it clear enough to him, that he would fade from her grasp, and whatever this was that the two of them had would slip out of her fingers like sand.

  In spite of what their roles were in this Empire that was so new and foreign to her, she wondered if it was alright for her to feel this way for her Guardian. If it was considered acceptable that she craved more than just his embrace and his protection, and that sex had rapidly evolved into more than just payment for the services that he had rendered to her. She wondered if the feelings that were ravaging her tender and battered heart would ever be validated, ever acknowledged by the Empire that they both now served.

  But as everything ran out of line and their worlds had collapsed, as bizarre as the whole scenario was, the fact that the two of them had even been permitted by the universe to meet, that they had come to even remotely care for one another beyond the roles of Oracle and Guardian, that they were holding each other as if they were the only lifelines that either one of them had in this world, made her thoughts run wild with far flung hopes for the two of them that simply could never and would never be.

  It was nice to pretend, though, that they were okay. It was nice to imagine that they were fine back on Earth and they were living out the life that they chose to have together. As they tangled themselves together until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began, she just relished in how nice it all was to think about.

  And yet, this wasn't just something imaginary, something that she had plucked out of thin air and handed to him with false promises. This... affection that the two of them had for one another was undeniable, and the way that they took their time to move with one another in the soft lighting of the room was their own silent way to seal an unspoken promise between them. A promise that, maybe they might make it together and have that life they dreamed of someday, and that they would just cherish each other as best as they could in the meantime.

  But this wasn’t maybe.

  This was now or never.

  This was the two of them, making the concerted effort to decided that they were going to do this, in spite of everything that opposed them, in spite of everything that they had ever had faith in coming into question. It certainly felt like they had both come to that conclusion, that realization at the same time, as their intermingled breaths grew more frantic and their kisses became tinged with desperation. Their hands almost seemed to clutch at one another that much tighter, fearful on some level that if they held their lover any softer that they would slip through their fingers like smoke.

  Breaking apart from their kiss, Mary panted softly under her breath as she took him in, hovering above her. In spite of the differences between their species and what they were made of, she was steadily finding more and more similarities between the two of them: his cheeks were flushed, tinged a soft lilac against his dappled lavender gray skin, his eyes seemed to shine bright with emotion as he looked down at her.

  She vaguely wondered if he could see himself reflected in her eyes, and if that was a strange thing to him; his eyes were no reflective, and simply glowed softly, so there was nothing that she could be reflected in to find, but she was alright with that because of how warm she felt when she looked into those soft stars in his eyes. Although she was also finding more differences along with the similarities, at least knowing them made him seem more human, despite how many worlds apart they were.

  Her hands moved up to cup his face and pull him into another kiss, fingers touching his soft skin as he moved his head a little to the side to deepen the kiss. All the while, his hand constantly stroked her back, his other hand still buried in her hair, fingers tightening and relaxing around the handful of strands as he exercised restraint against his baser desires.

  Although the feelings roiling in both of their hearts were tumultuous as the tide and shifted twice as much, the kiss was soft, his lips touching hers with a certain hesitation every time, as if he was fighting with himself not to be too demanding of her and what she could give him. It didn't stop her from being able to pick up on every little feeling he held through every part of his skin that came into contact with hers. It almost felt like he was trying to tell her through his actions instead of his words that he cherished her, that he had been so scared of losing her a mere few hours ago and that all he wanted in the world was to keep her safe from harm at this point.

  It almost felt like farewell, in a sense.

  The kiss was broken again, Ordar resting his forehead against hers lightly as they took a moment to catch their breath. Even amidst their desperate need to connect on every level, they both knew that they couldn't get swept up into it too fast, or it would end before either of them were able to truly feel one another. So, with a shaky breath, he lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her nose.

  “I… I am uncertain if I would be able to hold back, were we to continue as we are now,” he rasped out, the look in his eyes constantly wavering between arousal and concern, as if he was mad at himself for admitting that he liked what happened right then and that he wanted more of it. That he wanted to take his fill of her warmth, her kisses, her, in every sense of the word.

  “My mind's a bit fuzzy, but,” she quirked an eyebrow, desperate to try and soothe him and reassure him that yes, she wanted this with every fiber of her being. “I don't think I said that I wanted you to hold back.” She ran her hands down his arms, her smile more confident and sure than it had been when they started. More than it had been since this whole thing started. “I want to feel you, and I want to be with you…” she finished in a hushed whisper, her trembling hands sliding up, up, up past his shoulders, his collar bone, caressing his sharp jawline.

  As her fingertips felt the smoothness of his skin, she felt the muscles ben
eath that skin clenching with his emotions, his reactions to her electrifying touch, his eyes closing again if those were the words he needed to hear, that those would be the words that decided it all for the both of them. And he kissed her again, his lips captivating her wholly, almost to the point that she didn't realize the position that they were in and how there was no longer anything between their bodies.

  She hummed low in her throat when she felt his erection once again, gently pressing against the inner cleft of her thigh, reminding her that it was there and so very, very ready for her and her warmth. She shivered pleasantly beneath him, shifting just enough to ensure that they fit more like puzzle pieces against one another.

  In spite of their need to be together, to be connected and validated in their feelings in the moment, neither of them were truly in a hurry; in this space, where trespassing on Oracle and Guardian was strictly forbidden, there was no fear of them being interrupted, no fear of them having to end this before it began. So, unlike their first time, the both of them relished in every brush of skin, every little sigh and soft murmur in the soft light of the room.

  He left her mouth and let his kisses trail from the corner of her smile to her cheeks before they moved to her ear, kissing its tender lobe softly, almost experimentally to see if it pleased her. The action elicited an almost violent shudder that crept down her spine at the sensation that shook her senses, her hips rolling up into his of their own accord.

  He growled low in her ear when their heated sexes brushed against one another. The low, guttural sound lasted only the span of a breath, barely longer than a heartbeat, but it did nothing but stoke the flames that licked her insides, and she trembled under how much she wanted to feel him inside her again and the anticipation that she felt for it all.

  The hand that she had rested on his shoulder lightly dug its nails into his skin when she felt his fingers begin to play with her breasts, gently kneading the supple flesh of her bosom. His other hand traced her curves down to her backside, where it cupped her bottom and gently lifted her up, pressing their heated, throbbing sexes together again to build friction without actually committing to connection just yet.

  “Are you prepared for this? Are you certain that this is what you want?” Ordar rasped out, panting above her as he looked down at her form, sprawled out on the bed. Though the bed had never felt more comfortable beneath her, she barely registered that feeling when compared to the pulsing erection pressed against her entrance, not penetrating her just yet but close enough that she could feel her own nether lips fluttering against the head of his cock as she squirmed.

  “I've never been more sure, Ordar,” she promised, her voice more breath than anything else. “I want this, and I want it with you.” He lapped at her collarbone with his tongue, trailing it to her neck where he ended it in a soft nip of his teeth against the skin at the junction of her shoulder and neck. As she clung to him, she managed to press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, his cheek between the moans that spilled from her parted lips.

  As his fingers lightly pinched and rolled her nipples in just the right way that made her back arch against him again,her hands ran up and down his chest, fingers moving in listless patterns and drawing shapes that didn't exist in an effort to try and find something, some spot, that made him hum in pleasure. He must have liked what she was doing, fumbling as she was, if the way that his hips ground against hers were any indication. It felt as though he were seeking more from her – more heat, more pleasure, more of her, and it made her head spin.

  The reality that he was going to see her body laid bare in more than just a clinical sense, that it was going to appraise her body not for a job but for his own pleasure made her suddenly want to cover herself. She slipped an arm across her breasts, a sense of shyness overtaking her. He must have sensed the shift in her demeanor and why it happened, because he pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, his hand coming to gently rest on the arm she had wrapped around her chest.

  “Are you aware of your own perfection?” He asked, his voice genuine and tender. Coaxing her arm away from her as softly as he could, he emphasized, “They are perfect, you are perfect, I swear it on my title as your Guardian,” he panted before letting his lips crash back into hers once she had gotten her arm away from her body. He must have thought that he might have forced her to do something too quickly, because he broke away suddenly and panted against her forehead, wheezing out, “If you want me to stop, you need only say so.”

  “Please don’t,” she begged, her hand up his back and gripping his thick, muscular neck to bring his mouth back to hers. “Please don’t stop now. I want this, I want you so badly,” she confessed against his cool lips.

  He hummed his agreement against her mouth without breaking their kiss, the noise turning into louder moans as his fingertips touched her hardened nipples and pinched them lightly. She wriggled her hips, fully worked up and eager to feel him inside her now that they had worked out the last of the tension and hesitation between them.

  Her fingers trailed down his toned, chiseled torso, taking in every inch of muscle he had carved into the marble that made up his body. Even now, she marveled at how muscular he was, how broad and powerful he felt even in this place, even hovering over her in bed as he was now.

  “I hope you do not mind that I wish to take my time with this,” he said with a low chuckle, his head dropping back down to her neck to lightly nip at her skin. Her already shivering body quivered at the sensations that he stirred within her.

  He slipped lower down her body and took one of her nipples into his mouth, the other still being teased and lightly pinched with his fingers. To keep his other hand occupied, he moved it back toward the generous curve of her ass, squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh he found there before he made it skitter along the rest of her body.

  Slowly, ever so slowly he let his wandering hand trail over to her thigh, slipping around to the inner junction between her legs before finally coming to rest at her core, a finger softly running along her outer labia, using just enough pressure to make them flutter against it. Though this was the farthest their foreplay had gone this session, and it really hadn't been that much compared to what they had actually done, it felt like it was almost enough to make her orgasm right on the spot as she watched him lavish attention on her nipples while his finger continued to tease her entrance.

  “M-More…” she panted out, nudging her hips closer to press against his finger more. His teeth lightly bit at her pebbled nipple, almost in admonishment for trying to rush him before the hand that had stayed on her breast moved down to the concave curve of her waist, fingers lightly stroking her skin there for a moment before traveling further down and gripping her hip. His mouth went to work creating a path down her body on its own, trailing down her torso, leaving butterfly kisses on the smooth plane of her stomach, but he didn’t stop there. He moved his lips down, down, down…

  His mouth reached her slicked slit and lingered there for the span of a few breaths worth of hesitation, giving her the option to have him stop right then and there if you didn’t want what he was about to offer her, but she smiled down at him, her trembling fingers weaving through his soft, glowing lilac locks, and that was all the encouragement that he needed. He opened his mouth and let his tongue drag against her slit in one long stroke, not slipping inside but still tasting her on his tongue. His large hands wrapped around the side of her thighs, coaxing them just that little bit wider so that he could really focus his attention on her center.

  Having evidently had enough with teasing her outer lips, his tongue slid into her channel, its long, cool length stark against her molten core as he lapped at her quim. Her back bowed when the tip of his tongue swirled around her swollen bud, the sensitive bundle of nerves igniting with a scorching heat that sent her reeling. It amazed her, really, how little it took for her to feel like she was about to orgasm with him; barely a few strokes of his tongue, and she was already on the edge of falling apart. The t
hought thrilled her and embarrassed her in equal measure.

  With one last artful stroke of his tongue, she felt her core erupt, her molten quim slipping out of her and into his awaiting mouth, happily sucking her dry of anything that leaked out. Stars burst forth from behind her eyelids, and it was only then that she had realized that she had shut her eyes at all. She stiffened, the only muscles moving on her body the ones that throbbed as she came, and she could do little more than hang on and wait for the waves of pleasure to subside. Even as she collapsed into a boneless heap beneath him as he hovered over her, licking his glistening lips like a lion fresh from a bountiful feast, she couldn't stop herself from squirming, relishing in the last fading pulses of her dripping center.

  She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing that she was accepting all this pleasure without really doing much to return the favor, so she forced her hand to move and rectify that, slipping between them and letting her fingers lightly touch his cock. The skin she felt against her fingertips was soft, but just beneath the surface it felt so hard and throbbed so intensely that she marveled that he had held back this long in the first place. He hissed softly under his breath at the contact, hips stuttering against her touch.