The Golden Heart: Alliance Book One (Alliance Series 1)

by Jessamyne Hunter

  So shortly after, his family was off to their own quarters and Kellan choose just that moment to come back to the room. Sartak could hear his footsteps on the stairs leading up from their bathroom into their bedroom.

  Carefully balancing the big bowl in one hand, he tucked the curtains to the bedposts. With a smile, he placed the bowl with water and a smaller bowl swimming in it, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a washcloth on his lap. Then he was out of the room, probably in search for Dr. Selarney.

  Sartak sighed; he hated to be fussed over by doctors.

  Just a moment later Kellan came back with Selarney right behind him, leaving him to wonder if the physician had been near the whole time.

  Seeing the huge injection, he grimaced. Stars, Selarney was always so enthusiastic about his stupid injections. Those injections always felt like being shot by one of those larger type laser guns or maybe even the blast of an energy weapon. The small screen device looked a lot friendlier to Sartak. Hopefully, the injection wasn’t a must.

  Scowling at the doctor, he started to brush his teeth and wash his face. He felt a lot fresher and finally like a person again after that, especially because Kellan sat right next to him and was absently playing with Sartak’s auburn hair.

  Looking at his smiling face, Sartak ignored the doctor running the screen all over his body.

  Only when he pressed the needle of the injection against his foot, he flinched. His right foot began to burn, the skin itched, and his bones felt not right.

  “Damn, Selarney! You plan to kill me?” he asked; hissing when the doctor started poking said foot.

  Kellan quickly grabbed his arm before he could stand up. His consort’s face showed that he was clearly not having any of Sartak’s immature behavior. Immediately Sartak lay still. He wanted his kmeran to be happy with him, wanted to see him smile.

  “Shush now, Princess Sartak. I’ve had plenty of those injections. A broken bone here, a smacked rib there. It’s just normal when you participate in the tournaments,” Kellan teased him but then kissed his forehead.

  Sighing, he asked what exactly had happened to his body because he felt severely beaten up.

  Both Kellan and Dr. Selarney exchanged worrisome glances. It seemed like they were still discussing who was going to be the lucky one to tell Sartak the bad news. It had to be bad news because he still had that stupid mask covering half of his face and his limbs all felt slightly stiff and awkward to move.

  Finally, it looked like Kellan’s death stares convinced the Xilitarian that he was the one who got the short straw.

  The doctor squared his slim shoulders which looked funny regarding his roundish torso on thin legs.

  Like usually, Sartak felt the strange urge to poke the man’s jelly-like skin. It looked so wobbly; he really wanted to see if it was like jelly. The deep-blue was of clear color, just like his big blue eyes that looked at him friendly but definitely knowingly.

  When Sartak had been younger, he had given in to that urge several times. Now that he was older, he knew how to behave or at least how to beat back the urge.

  “My prince, I fear it is not all good news,” he said apologetically. “But I must say that you are mostly healed. Your right foot was crushed, but we managed to piece the bones back together well enough, so you don’t need a prosthetic. Still, pressure on that foot will be uncomfortable. Therefore I suggest a walking stick. Other than that, a rib was missing, probably ripped out by the beast. We replaced it with an artificial one, which has nicely connected with the costal cartilage. Furthermore, your left shoulder is in place again, the two places where the arm had been broken are also healed. Regular physical therapy is advised to reconstruct the loss of musculature. Now…to the bad news.”

  Selarney didn’t speak further because Sartak was holding up a hand to stop him. First, he needed to assimilate the information he had already gotten.

  “Walking with a stick like an old man isn’t bad news? How in all galaxies can it get worse than this humiliation?” he growled- where did that doctor set his standards for bad and good?

  “Don’t snarl! The left side of your face is ruined, as is your left eye,” Kellan interrupted.

  Sartak looked blankly at his mate. What did that mean…ruined?

  “It means, you are blind in that eye,” he answered as if Sartak had spoken his thoughts out loud.

  His whole body tensed. That couldn’t be true.

  He reached for his face but felt the cold material of the mask underneath his fingers instead. Imploding galaxies, no! Hell no!

  Turning his face back to his beautiful kmeran, he swallowed hard. He was not only crippled but ugly too! Sartak was going to look like some monstrosity walking next to his mate. At least it would draw more attention to his kmeran’s gorgeous appearance.

  “Stop thinking that nonsense. Everyone’s going to be super jealous of me because I’m married to Mr. Sexy Eye-Patch. I’m going to so enjoy this, believe me. I had a few eye patches made for you. I love the golden one with the floral patterns; they have a light dust of metallic gray to make it look antique. There is also the one with your family crest on it. I mean…no husband of mine is going to parade around looking like a bad imitation of a pirate. Your eye is damaged, but that doesn’t mean you have to look stupid too,” Kellan said, crawling onto his lap and cradling Sartak’s hand against his cheek.

  Sartak hardly noticed that Dr. Selarney took out the needles from his right arm; his full attention was on his mate’s face. The silver eyes looked fondly at him, the irises glowing like molten metal.

  The doctor discreetly left the room, giving Sartak the opportunity to grab Kellan around his waist and pull him closer.

  His mate’s warm breath against his throat sent little shivers down his body. Pulling his human even closer, he sucked in a nose full of Kellan’s seductive scent; an odor making him crazy with want and desire. He felt his cock stirring to life and shifted around a bit.

  Kellan chuckled, leaning forward to sweetly caress his throat and chin with gentle light kisses. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back; exposing, even more, neck to his kmeran’s playful nibbling.

  Then, suddenly, Kellan tucked at something behind him, causing a short and weird pull at the base of his cock.

  Startled, he looked at Kellan, but his mate only smiled and went back to teasing him again.

  Carefully, Sartak let his hands glide along his mate's sides, cupping his round little ass. His little human moaned quietly and pressed his body against Sartak, rubbing against his half hard penis.

  When they finally kissed, Sartak’s mind shut down. Hungrily he ravaged his sweet mate’s mouth, biting the full lips with his sharp teeth. With the tip of his tongue, he traced the lines of Kellan’s mouth and then slid it inside. His kmeran tasted sugary and a bit of the golden wine the Phy’vohranians loved so much.

  When small hands started to push away the blanket and wrapped themselves around his hard flesh, he began to make indefinable noises, grunts, and moans. Kellan stroked his cock up and down, twisting the skin around the upper half a bit stronger. He slid his finger over the slit on the head of his penis, pushing the fingertip gently against the hole.

  Sartak feverishly tucked at Kellan’s robes, trying to get them off as fast as possible. He somehow managed to get the fabric over his mate’s shoulder while Kellan never stopped touching his cock, varying from hard strokes to gentle twists. Everything his mate did, sent prickles and shivers through him. His balls tightened and he frantically started to mess up Kellan’s hair while he swept his tongue through his sweet little mouth.

  Suddenly, Kellan let go of his cock, making him grunt with displeasure but when he noticed his mate was trying to take off his clothes, he happily assisted.

  When all clothes were gone and they were finally skin against skin, Sartak sighed.

  He gently pushed Kellan a little backward to have a better look at his kmeran. The little baby bump made him smile.

  It was the first time he saw it;
he had felt it earlier, but he hadn’t looked at it until now. Almost mesmerized, he carefully turned himself and Kellan around, helping his mate to lie down.

  He sat between Kellan’s widespread legs, having a good view of all his spouse’s private parts. Teasingly, he nudged the hard penis in front of him with his fingers, causing Kellan to let loose a noise of embarrassment. His kmeran’s cheeks flushed a bright pink and he tried to hide his face under one arm.

  “Don’t hide from me, love. I want to see everything. You’re so beautiful,” he whispered while reaching for his mate’s belly.

  Tenderly, he caressed the bump, rubbing lightly over it in circular motions. Placing a kiss on the belly, he worked his way down.

  Kellan wiggled his hips. Sartak wasn’t sure whether it was to create more friction or because he was embarrassed again.

  He looked up at Kellan’s face, noticing that his mate closely regarded his every move with heavily glazed eyes and lips slightly parted.

  Smirking, he licked over the length of Kellan’s beautifully pale cock, making him squeal and shift around on the sheets. He licked and sucked the tip in earnest now, while Kellan was screaming and moaning, tossing his head from side to side.

  “I know exactly what will make you feel even better,” he mumbled.

  He cupped his mate’s perfect little balls and pushed them upwards, exposing the tiny pink hole that was leaking the natural body lubricant known to kmer.

  The musky scent almost drove him insane, making him want to push his cock inside his little mate and fuck him hard and passionately for hours.

  He lowered his head down, taking in the scent of his kmeran’s arousal. With his rough tongue, he licked away some of the wetness around the puckered hole.

  One hand reaching down to stroke his own cock, he continued rimming Kellan’s hole while he enjoyed every hoarse scream and moan and wiggle of his mate. But when he slid his tongue a bit in, Kellan’s whole body tensed up; he even tried to close his legs despite Sartak’s head being still between them.

  Feeling guilty, Sartak bit his lip and came up to lie next to Kellan. He knew why Kellan had reacted like that and that knowledge cooled him down instantly.

  He was surprised when his kmeran snuggled against his side, nevertheless.

  Gently he wrapped his arms around his mate’s naked body and felt it shiver a bit.

  Sartak placed gentle kisses all over Kellan’s head while holding him tight. In return his small human sighed and laid a hand on his chest, tracing his fingers in a circular motion over his bare skin.

  “I’m sorry. I should have asked you,” Sartak said quietly.

  “I wondered if you can make those claws disappear,” he heard his mate musing, changing the subject completely.

  If Kellan didn’t want to talk about it, Sartak wouldn’t force this conversation on him, even though they really needed to talk about this whole wedding-night-sex-mess-up.

  Sighing soundlessly, he held one clawed hand up and concentrated. He hadn’t done it often; actually, he was able to count the times he had done that with one hand, but he showed his mate how he drew back his claws.

  Kellan took the hand and examined it carefully.

  Startled, he sucked in his breath when his mate led his hand behind his petite frame and then to his still a little bit wet entrance.

  “I’m just nervous…please be gentle,” Kellan said, his words barely audible.

  Nodding in earnest, he pulled his kmeran closer and a bit up so he could kiss and comfort him while he touched the sensitive hole.

  The soft but puckered skin felt slick with wetness underneath his fingers while he kissed Kellan passionately. Playing with his tongue, Sartak softly caressed Kellan’s cheek. He let his hand wander down his mate’s body until he reached the half hard penis. He stroked it in long, slow movements which drew quiet moans from his little human.

  He pulled one of Kellan’s legs over his hip and ground himself against the sweet body in front of him.

  Sartak felt his kmeran’s heavy breathing against his mouth, and then a sweet little tongue licked his lips, asking him coyly to ravish his mate’s mouth again.

  Slowly, he pushed one finger into the tight, clenching hole and was welcomed by hot slickness. Kellan’s body tensed again but soon relaxed.

  With delicious, maddening slow movements he pushed the finger deeper and out again; doing the same movement over and over again.

  When he knew Kellan’s body wouldn’t object anymore, he bent his finger slightly against his mate’s inner walls, stroking over the bundle of nerves which sure made Kellan squirm and scream with pleasure.

  Sartak’s own cock was painfully erect and it already leaked pre-cum like it was crying and begging for attention.

  The light friction of his cock rubbing against Kellan’s belly was certainly not enough to satisfy his own needs, but still, his whole attention was on Kellan’s lust.

  “Look at me, love,” he panted, wishing to see his kmeran’s flushed face.

  Kellan’s silver gaze locked with his and he found trust and love in his eyes.

  Taking a shaky breath, he moved one hand back to his mate’s soft cheeks. The other hand he used to push a second finger in, making Kellan holding his breath for a second before he eventually relaxed and let him in.

  Both their breaths came quick and rough as he twisted his fingers inside Kellan, sometimes pulling them apart and thus opening his kmeran’s tight, wet hole.

  Since he was a kmer, the muscle of the entrance became soft rather quickly. His cock ached, pleaded for touch. Sartak longed to be inside his mate, making him his.

  Kellan was shaking, sweat covered his body as he tossed back his head and screamed nonsense words.

  Breathing heavily and with his eyes glazed, Kellan looked at him.

  His beautiful plump lips parted.

  Seeing Kellan’s passion and want, made his balls drew up against his body, becoming tight. His cock twitched.

  “Make love to me,” Kellan whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes and moaning against Sartak’s lips.

  Of course, his penis responded to the plea, getting even harder than he thought it could be.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he heard himself say, as he slowly pulled out his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at Kellan’s entrance.

  His mate smiled tenderly at him, nuzzling his face against his and giving him a sweet kiss.

  “You won’t,” he reassured as he gave him a look of pure love.

  Sartak swallowed hard, his mouth went dry. He felt a strange tug in his heart. He knew he had just fallen in love with his mate, even more, right at this moment.

  With a shaky smile at Kellan, he took a deep breath. His arms were wrapped around his mate, their gazes locked as he slowly pressed inside.

  When the tip of his cock was surrounded by sweet wetness, Kellan closed his eyes.

  Sartak watched as his mate’s eyelids fluttered while he pushed deeper inside his sweet human.

  Kellan was breathing roughly, his chest heaving against Sartak’s chest.

  The exquisite tightness of his kmeran’s body was delicious. It felt so warm and welcoming; he almost forgot how to breathe.

  When Kellan’s butt finally rested against Sartak’s skin, he waited; holding back the urge to pull out and push in repeatedly and hard.

  After a while of heavy breathing, he rolled Kellan on his back. Immediately his soft tights fell open and wrapped around Sartak’s body.

  Gently he pulled his cock out until only the head was still inside, leaving Kellan a moaning and squirming mess.

  “Please…,” his beautiful mate murmured.

  Following his kmeran’s plea, he pushed back in, this time a bit harder. He pulled out again, only to slam his cock back in after shifting Kellan’s body, so his back was arched.

  As he pushed in, his cock rubbed against Kellan’s sweet spot and the entrance to the womb, making his mate scream and moan.

  Seeing his mate s
cream and toss his head around in pleasure was all he needed to lose it himself.

  Frantically he pounded into Kellan, grunting and moaning as he pushed inside.

  Kellan underneath him squirmed and writhed. He made the sweetest noises; sobbing and panting as he took Sartak’s hard thrusts.

  Kellan’s cock was caught between them, leaking and rock-hard. Suddenly he cried out, arching his body against Sartak’s. The hole around Sartak’s cock tightened and clenched as Kellan climaxed; his semen spilling between them.

  Sartak felt the rush of ecstasy; he thrust in even more desperate, the surrounding tightness still clenching.

  When Kellan’s legs around his hips also tightened their grip and he started meeting his thrust by slamming himself back on Sartak’s cock, it was his undoing. His sack tightened painfully, a wave of ecstasy rushing trough him without mercy, cresting and cresting until it finally broke, he came.

  Screaming he spent himself deep inside his mate, filling him with hot, tingling seed before he collapsed on top of him. His body felt limp, but he somehow managed to roll down from his mate.

  Sartak’s chest heaved up and down, both of them waiting for their breaths to even out. Kellan curled up beside him to nuzzle his face against his chest. Of course, he took his mate into his arms, kissing his head gently.

  They lay silent for a while, debauching in each other’s warmth and presence.

  “Did I hurt you?” Sartak asked quietly.

  He felt Kellan shaking his head in response. His mate’s arm was thrown over his body, as was his mate’s leg. Semen dripped out of Kellan, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he bent back his neck so Sartak could see his dreamy smile.

  “I assumed it would hurt, but it didn’t. Not at all. I rather wish to repeat this…very often,” he answered, cheeks flushing a beautiful pink, before nuzzling his face against Sartak’s side again.

  “Make no mistake about it, my love. We will repeat it very, very often,” it was a passionate promise.

  Bringing his mate pleasure…he could do that for the rest of his life.

  16

  After some passionate lovemaking in the morning, Kellan felt rather bummed to sit next to the throne.