Alien Warrior's Wife: Sci-fi Alien Military Romance (Brion Brides Book 2)

by Vi Voxley

  So she took another deep breath and punched the wall so hard it hurt, but not hard enough to break her precious hands, a tools of the healer’s work.

  They were Brion, her and Narath. He would return to her or he would not, but she would not be found sitting there doing nothing. She believed her gerion would return to her, always.

  With that, Urenya got to work and refused to see Narath in every face she did her best to fix.

  They won. She wasn’t surprised by that in the least. They were the Brions, and they didn’t lose. Diego Grothan didn’t lose.

  On the other hand, it had taken days. Urenya had no idea how anyone on the surface had dared to sleep, but they couldn’t have been awake for days with all the exhaustion of the battle taking toll on their bodies. Apparently the answer was – under heavy guard and on land scorched with flamethrowers creating temperatures no living being could bear.

  “They’re bringing up a shuttle full of bodies,” her assistant was telling her. “Narath’s with them.”

  Urenya thought she heard her heart die and stumbled, pressing her hand to her chest since it truly felt as though something had burst.

  The assistant backed away, looking horrified.

  “I’m sorry, Urenya, I meant he’s bringing them. He’s fine, he’s fine.”

  Urenya pushed her aside, storming out of the med bay, considering for a brief moment painful ways of killing the assistant, but gave up that idea as soon as she saw Narath stepping out of the shuttle. No other thought could possibly have entered her mind other than how to get to him in the fastest way possible, dash past people, run, run, run and finally jump to those magically, amazingly strong arms. Narath caught her easily, his embrace around her firm and longing, his face buried into the crook of her neck, pressing kisses to her skin.

  “You’re alive,” she had to say it to make it real, or else Narath would disappear.

  He would vanish into thin air if she didn’t confirm in words she was actually seeing him, wrapping her hands around his neck, kissing him.

  There had to have been a moment when they’d left the hangar, because suddenly there seemed to be less people around them and the lights were different.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, dizzy in her happiness.

  “To my room,” Narath growled, then stopped dead in his tracks so suddenly he nearly dropped her. “Unless you’re still fighting.”

  Urenya couldn’t bring herself to let go of him to slap him for that, so she bit him playfully on the ear.

  “I hope you’re joking,” she said. “Take me.”

  It could have been interpreted as Narath taking her to his room, but luckily her gerion didn’t need what she truly meant explained to him. With a grunt that made her shiver, he quickened his pace, and Urenya didn’t take her lips from his until the door to his room had shut behind them.

  Only then did she let go long enough for Narath to put her down. For a long second, she stood before him, staring up into his eyes, her head spinning from the realization fate had decided she could be happy after all. There he was – her big, strong giant. With those miraculously thick arms and the way his growling sent every nerve in her body shivering. She simply sighed, shaking from head to toe before him. Seeing that, Narath grinned and growled very, very much on purpose.

  She possibly shouldn’t have told him that it drove her insane. He would have figured it out at some point himself, for sure, but she’d given him such a weapon. One she definitely didn’t mind being used on her.

  He pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely while his hands unhooked her robes. Feeling his hardness against her body, Urenya shivered. She didn’t think she could wait to have the healer robes properly removed. They took ages to put on and he didn’t even know all of the little parts, and…

  “Don’t bother,” she whispered. “Narath. I want you. Now, I need you now.”

  One part she was most certainly thankful for was that the fated didn’t need to say much for the other to understand them. She didn’t mind that particular trick at all as Narath’s green eyes lit up and his grin spread even wider. He kissed her deeply while his hands ripped her robes in two like they were made of thin air. Urenya whimpered in her throat, running her hands over Narath’s biceps, feeling the strength there, the muscles playing under his skin. He chuckled, clearly pleased that she liked him so.

  Oh but she could enjoy it all in more detail later, right now all she wanted was to be rid of all the clothes and Narath’s armor and on her back on the bed with her gerion making her scream like he’d promised…

  She didn’t need to tell him any of that either. While she was tearing the remains of her robes away, Narath set to work on his armor. Piece by piece it came off, and Urenya’s movements got slower and slower every time until she just stood, staring.

  He was perfect. Not just in perfect form, like she’d known he was from watching him fight, but perfect in every way. He truly was a giant, somehow more so without the armor that should have added to his height. His limbs were thick and strong and toned, his chest flat and smooth but for the ridges of steely muscle. And when she dropped her hungry eyes to his groin, she couldn’t stop her tongue from darting out. She’d felt his cock before, through his pants, but touching and seeing were still different things.

  Like everything else about Narath, his cock was huge, even half-hard. Her old concerns were returning fast, but he merely smiled.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he said in a husky, low tone that went straight to her pussy, making it throb for him. “You’ll feel me for sure, but I’ll make sure you like it.”

  He stepped closer to her, pressing their naked bodies together at last, drawing a pleased hum from Urenya’s lips.

  “I’ll make sure you love it.”

  Urenya believed him, completely and utterly, without question. She already loved it, loved the feel of it growing bigger against her stomach, making her moan in anticipation.

  Narath didn’t bother taking it slow anymore, which she was thankful for, because it spared her from saying out loud how much she needed it. From the moment she’d seen him, all grown up, the embodiment of everything a warrior should be, her body had ached for him day and night. The mere sight of him made her pussy wet when it was obvious she was having a similar effect on him. They had done their waiting.

  He simply lifted her on the bed with a single movement, making her cry out in surprise and then laugh. The sound turned to a moan on her lips as Narath knelt behind her, pulling her back to his chest. His big hands cupper her breasts, and she had to bite her lip to stop squealing. It felt so good to be held by him, and the way he kissed her neck while touching her was sweetly ticklish, making her shake in desire.

  When Narath slid one hand between her legs, she nearly jumped. The sensation was so sudden, or rather the pleasure was. His fingers were so big against her pussy, rubbing her clit in slow, maddening circles. He pushed one finger inside her, making her squirm and press her ass harder against his cock, feeling how it grew stiffer against her skin. She did it again, pressing her buttocks together to give it better friction, making Narath moan into her ear.

  She sobbed when he pushed deeper. His finger alone was so big Urenya truly had no idea how she could take him. But she wanted to try, she wanted to try more than anything else in the world. Narath pulled his finger back, wet, sliding it over her clit, making her moan louder this time. She let her head fall back on his mighty shoulders, kissing him hungrily. When he bent to push two fingers in, she sobbed into the kiss, making him grin again.

  “Lie down,” Narath ordered.

  She obeyed, shivering in expectation. The desire to just climb into his lap and ride his cock was beating in her blood and she could see it reflected in Narath’s eyes, but she didn’t want it to be nothing but pain. She knew she had to let him – oh, ohhh…

  Narath’s head was between her legs, his tongue licking into her pussy, pushing the tip inside her. Urenya’s back arched off the bed with a squeal like
nothing she’d ever uttered before.

  “Narath…” she moaned. “Oh, gods, yes…”

  She couldn’t say anything else, because Narath took her clit between his lips gently, letting his tongue circle it in teasing, slow circles. Her hands gripped his dark black hair, trying to push him away and pull him to her at the same time, arching her hips off the bed to more, more of that wonderful torture that was drawing sounds from her she would have been embarrassed to hear herself make. Only with Narath, she knew he enjoyed every last one of them, judging from the way he moaned and the way his cock throbbed against her legs where he was rubbing it against her skin.

  He prepared her slowly. The first finger didn’t hurt in any way but the familiar, welcome sensation of being filled. Urenya moaned, loving the feel of his hand pressing up against her pussy, Narath’s finger brushing against the walls of it, sending sparks of shivers down her spine every time he touched the right place. When he added the second finger, she moaned louder, feeling herself being stretched.

  “Yes,” she sobbed. “There, just there, oh gods it feels so good…”

  Narath smiled.

  “Yes,” he agreed, his voice shaking just a bit, licking at her clit again to make Urenya twist on the sheets. “I can’t wait to feel you, to bury myself in your soft body. You’re so tight…”

  Urenya’s response was turned into a quiet scream as Narath pushed the tip of his third finger inside. She didn’t think she’d ever been stretched that wide, but instead of pain, she just felt elation. Her body was grinding down of its own accord, aching to ride Narath’s fingers, and she agreed completely. He scissored his fingers inside her, making her body get used to such width, making her mouth water for him. His fingers already felt better than anything else she’d ever known, she couldn’t even imagine – but why would she have to imagine?

  “Narath, please,” she begged. “I need you. I need you inside me. I want to feel your cock. Take me…”

  His eyes were wild with desire, and Urenya had to remind herself that he was holding back as much as she had, to make sure he didn’t hurt her. His desire was just the same, aching to fuck her, to make her his.

  He climbed on top of her kissing the air from her lungs, rubbing his huge cock against her belly. Urenya caressed his back, reveling in the way his muscles flexed when he moved on top of her, aching to experience what they felt like when he fucked her.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered against her lips. “How big I am?”

  Urenya moaned. Her throat didn’t seem to want to allow any words through, closed in desperate lust and just a bit of fear.

  “Yes,” she sobbed. “I like that.”

  “Tell me,” Narath commanded, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it against her clit, making her grip the sheets in pleasure, at the edge of finally, finally being taken by the man she’d dreamed about for weeks now.

  “Tell me how much you want my cock to spread you wide open for me.”

  Urenya shivered, both for his words and the way his cock pressed into her pussy. It felt so good to have every bit of it pushed inside her. She knew she could take it, wanted, needed to have it all inside her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, letting Narath kiss her while he pushed himself in slowly but surely.

  Every inch stretched her wider than she’d ever been, and she was loving it.

  “I want it so badly. I want you to stretch me wide for you, I want to feel your huge cock inside me. Oh, yes…”

  She couldn’t speak any further because the sensations simply took over, and Narath’s lips claimed hers, drinking in her whimpers as he pressed himself in to the hilt just as Urenya was starting to think he simply wouldn’t fit. Fate, however, didn’t mess with them. He fit like she was made for him. For a moment, they were frozen in place, lips locked together, letting her body accept him into her pussy. Then he moved, with slow, careful thrusts at first. He pushed himself up to look down at Urenya whose hands were pressed against his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles, tense and hard as steel.

  Then he picked up the pace, thrusting himself into her harder and harder until she had to hold on to him not to be slammed into the bed frame. She was screaming by then, not from pain as he’d promised, but from sheer, blinding pleasure. Her entire body burned like in flames, Narath’s cock sliding into her almost without effort now. She lifted her hips just a bit to give him better access. His eyes flared, and he pushed himself up to kneel between her legs, lifting hers to his shoulders and then bowing down to kiss her, bending her almost in two. He pulled back a bit then not to crush her and pushed himself back in.

  A scream tore from Urenya’s mouth, so loud he stopped for a second.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice broken and hoarse. “Please, fuck me. It feels so good, oh gods it feels amazing…”

  She didn’t know what else she could say to convince him that the angle had simply been too perfect for her to phrase, hitting just the spot inside her, but once again the fated didn’t need too many words. Narath grinned and gave another deep thrust. Urenya’s hands were buried in the sheets then, desperately searching for leverage or even a place to hold on to when he pounded into her so hard she felt her whole body shuddering under his strength. By the gods, she wouldn’t be able to walk in weeks and she didn’t care, not even a bit. Not when it was that good, rising like a heatwave, encompassing every inch of her body, rendering her numb and oversensitive at the same time, making her come screaming, screaming his name so loudly she barely heard hers over it when Narath came inside her, burying himself into her pussy with wild, powerful thrusts, so deep she truly felt they were a single being.

  They remained like that until Urenya could finally breathe again without gasping for air, and Narath could muster the strength to pull out of her and collapse on the sweat-slick sheets beside her.

  Urenya thought of how afraid she’d been. Now she knew what she had to lose, but she was also smarter than the girl who had lost her first gerion. It was the Brion way to live life at its edge, that’s why everything else was so vivid and exciting – you never knew when it was going to end. So she rolled over to her fated, resting her chin on his powerful chest, smiling to see him smirk at her and said,

  “Up for another round?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Narath

  Having a gesha was an incentive like nothing Narath had ever known before. It was true what the commander had told him before they arrived to the battle on TD-17 – a warrior with something to fight for never truly stopped thinking about it. For Narath, it was Urenya. Of course he was still a proud Brion warrior, and it was his duty to serve his people as best as he could, but it had been overshadowed by his need to return to Urenya.

  No one thought that was weird or out of line. That was what the fated couples were to the Brions. They took first priority in their lives, unless faced with the choice between them and the well-being of all Brions, but that was a hard situation to imagine.

  So the absolute need to be able to outlive every possible battle had made Narath train vigorously even by his standards, up to the point where both the commander and Urenya had to tell him to slow down.

  The conversation went easier with his commander.

  Their spears were locked once more in a mock duel, nothing serious – they weren’t out to kill each other, but broken bones and fractures skulls, for example, were okay – and the commander was doing his absolute best to get Narath to lose his temper. That is, he looked as though he wasn’t even trying very hard.

  Grunting, Narath drove him back, putting his entire weight behind it. It did send the commander stumbling back, but not before the bastard used his momentum to trip him over, and the end wasn’t far from there. Grudgingly, he accepted the commander’s hand.

  “Will you ever give me a real fight?” he asked.

  The only times these days he dared to speak to Diego that way was right after a duel, when his blood was burning hot with
the fighting. Besides, that was usually the moment where he was most upset with his commander.

  “Of course,” the commander allowed. “On the day you stop taking my mockery so seriously.”

  That was fair enough. The arena slowly emptied of spectators, people returning to their duties after a showing that their commander was still, as predicted, the best of them. There hadn’t truly been any doubt about that, but Diego seemed to think it was best if the ship sometimes saw what they knew to be true with their own eyes.

  “So how is the bound life?” the commander asked, surprisingly.

  Narath didn’t know what he should say, truly. While the bindings were very sacred, they were also mostly private. But this was Diego, his commander – and his friend. Asking about another friend.

  “It is better than I ever knew it could be,” he admitted.

  It was true. A part of him had been worried, like Urenya also admitted, that after a while they would tire each other. That their lives would grow dull, or at least that they’d get used to one another, of which only the last part was true and in an utterly magnificent way. They did get used to each other, which meant they communicated on a level most bound couples did, almost without any words. Yet it didn’t mean dullness, not in the least. The fire of the Brion fated couples wasn’t one that died or simmered in time. It just got stronger and easier, until it was as natural as breathing.

  Every time he walked into a room and saw Urenya there, his heart jumped, even if he’d been gone for a mere hour. That wasn’t even comparable to when he returned from battle, the relief at seeing her so great there were times when they’d barely made it to their room before passion completely took over. Then they repeated the night of their binding, again and again and again. He knew it was like that for her as well, it was clear to see. While his heart jumped, Urenya’s light blue eyes got that incredibly soft, kind look in them when she was looking at him, like he was the most precious thing in the world.

  Of course, he was to her. It was a good feeling, the reason why he was resolved to always return to her alive. The thought he could ever be the reason those eyes got that sad, terrified look in them he’d seen after she’d lost her first gerion was unbearable. After realizing the reason Urenya always looked almost like that when he left for battle was that she was more afraid than the other fated couples she’d never see him return, he made an effort to always let her know he was safe.