The Alien King’s Mate: A Sci-Fi Alien Abduction Romance (Orean Warlords, book 3)

by Aline Ash

  Her view is now the skyscape of the city at night as the two of them find themselves alone on the balcony. My anger is rising in my throat and it’s taking everything in me not to interrupt them.

  “It seems,” G’rava continues, “that your influence over our king has become quite impressive.”

  “I don’t know if I’d say all that,” she hedges.

  “No, no. It’s an admirable feat. Many of us have strived for such influence for our entire careers, and yet you’ve been able to hold such a sway over him, almost instantly, that it leaves us wondering exactly how you intend to use it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I don’t like this. Whatever he’s after I can’t let him get it. And I swear to Oraj himself if he lays a hand on her in any way, I might kill him right in front of everyone here, strategy be blasted.

  “Well, Palian,” the b’ustat spits the word like an insult and I’ve just about heard enough, but he continues before I can even begin to make a move toward them. “It is the duty of every shanin to soothe and calm her mate, particularly within a S’ulin Kara bond, and especially if she is the mate of royalty. It’s not your fault that you don’t know this, but it is your duty now that you do, and it is my duty to ensure that our king is not... shall we say, troubled, as he has been of late.”

  “I fail to see how this is any duty or business of yours, Minister,” she says, her voice turning icy cold. I’ve heard and seen more than enough. I stalk across the room to the balcony as G’rava continues to snidely reproach B’ecky and interrupt, taking her by the arm and pulling her away from the b’ustat.

  “High Minister G’rava, I believe your duties call for your attention,” I sternly command.

  “Your Majesty, did you not invite all your ministers to this rare evening of revelry? Might we not all enjoy—”

  “No, you might not,” I snap. “Back to your post. Now.”

  The grumbling old fool bristles at this insult, but bites back his rage, bowing and departing in a flurry of displeasure. I turn back to B’ecky as she yanks her arm out of my grasp.

  “What the hell was that all about?” she demands.

  “You dare ask me that?” I fire back. “The first chance you get you go off alone with another kren, and one of the spies, no less? He’s too dangerous to be alone with!”

  “Dangerous? Or threatening to your pride?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “This isn’t about him being a spy, this is about you feeling threatened by some imagined rivalry over me.” I try to interrupt her, but she barrels onward without so much as a breath. “So, now you’re jealous that I talked to another man? Seriously? How childish can you be?”

  “It wasn’t safe for you—”

  “Safe? Jesus, S’oraj, I’m in the safest place on the planet right now. And you were watching and listening to the whole thing! If you hadn’t interrupted, I’d have been talking with him right now, telling him, in confidence, that I needed his help to get away from you, convincing him that I’d take his help – any help – to get away from you. If you’d have just let me do what I was doing, I’d have gotten into his trust and been able to counter-spy on his and the Raxians’ plans, but your jealousy over nothing fucked that all the way up.”

  “I—” I falter, not willing to admit how right she is, nor ready to wrestle with the fact that my impulsiveness likely did ruin a perfectly good plan. But one I couldn’t have known about! So how is this my fault? “Well, how could I have known that that was your plan? Hm? You didn’t tell me that you had some secret plan! How could I have possibly guessed that?”

  “You could have trusted me!” She turns away in exasperation, before turning back and fixing me with the most hateful look I’ve ever seen her make. “Every time... God! Every time I think you’re going to pull your head out of your ass you turn around and treat me like property.”

  “I won’t have you putting yourself in danger like—”

  “What danger? What danger was there?” She is really furious now. “You could see and hear everything that was happening. It’s a crowded party full of witnesses. And I have fucking tranquilizer darts implanted under my skin, for God’s sake! How much safer could I possibly be? Why the hell did you make me sit through all that ridiculous surgery to have all this shit put into my body if you’re still not going to trust me? I just... Fuck it. Figure your shit out, S’oraj. If you want there to be a chance of this working between us, trust me. If you can’t do that, this ‘bond’ of ours is a lost cause. And that’s on you. I’m going back to my room. Don’t follow me.”

  “B’ecky—” I try uselessly.

  “I said don’t follow me. I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

  She turns on her heels and gracefully flounces through the party as though nothing has happened, then glides up the stairs to the door. She turns over her shoulder and fixes me with one last glare before vanishing, and I’m left standing on the balcony alone like a shamed young one feeling betrayed by my most trusted ministers, and worse, feeling like I’ve betrayed the one being I care about most.

  Chapter 13

  Becky

  Three days after the fiasco at the party K’tara – who I now can’t help constantly watching out of the corner of my eye – rushes in and tells me that Lisa has finally delivered her baby. I have her arrange a car for me and within minutes I’m on my way to the infirmary. As I rush to Lisa’s room, I see S’oraj coming around the corner with the same intent.

  I haven’t spoken to him since everything went down the way it did the other night, despite him trying to reach out repeatedly, so I’m not surprised by that little twinge in my stomach at seeing him. A tense glance passes between us as we both get to her room, but for now, I push our problems out of my mind so I can focus on Lisa and her newborn.

  We enter quietly and find V’orin in a chair beside Lisa’s bed, and in her arms, wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully, is the most unexpectedly adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Lisa, he’s beautiful!” I whisper.

  “Thank you,” she says. “None of us quite knew what to expect, but now I just can’t stop staring at him.” The little guy is more or less human looking, but with some distinctly Orean traits. The salises that line his skin are sparser than on a typical Orean, but they’re there, and his tail swishes freely from the blankets, but otherwise his features already resemble Lisa’s remarkably.

  “What are you going to call him?” I ask.

  “L’vis,” she says.

  “L’vis? Like...?” I’m not sure I’m hearing her correctly, but it sounds like she said—

  “Yep. Like Elvis.” She laughs a little and looks over to V’orin to explain.

  “In our language, l’vis is the word for a bright-shining star. I had suggested that as a name, and when L’isa heard it, it reminded her of your Palian musician... Alvice... Am I saying that right?”

  “Close enough,” I say.

  “So, that’s what we decided on. Alvice is a star of your world, and l’vis is a star of ours, so L’vis.”

  “That’s a wonderful name, my friend,” S’oraj says. “I’m extremely happy for you both.”

  “Thank you, S’oraj,” V’orin says, standing and embracing his old friend and his king and commander.

  We visit for a short while longer, but when it’s clear that Lisa would like to get some rest, S’oraj and I depart, walking in silence back toward the front of the building, his retinue of guards following closely behind us. As we get to our cars, he finally breaks the silence.

  “B’ecky, I’d like to at least talk. Would it be alright if we took the same car back to the palace so we can do so on the way?”

  “Yeah. Alright.” I have to concede that we do need to talk, and this is probably the best opportunity to do it. We both get into his car while one of his team goes off to retrieve mine, then we start heading back to the palace.

  “Let me just say,” I begin, not even giving him a chance to commandeer the
conversation before I’ve had my say. “I know I probably overreacted in the moment. And I’m sorry for that. For that. I can understand why telling you in advance about my plan with G’rava would have been helpful and could have prevented the misunderstanding. And I could have handled myself less angrily. So, I’m sorry for that.

  “However: S’oraj you must learn how to trust me and treat me as your equal. If you say you want my help strategically against your enemies, then trust me just as you would any of your commanders. And if you say that we’re S’ulin Karas, then you need to believe that yourself.

  “You’re the one who told me that once S’ulin Karas find each other, they’ll never want anyone else but each other again. So, how could I possibly have been ‘going off with another man’ when it’s literally impossible for me to want anyone else?”

  “You’re right,” he says humbly. “You’re absolutely right. It was petty and impulsive of me to act the way I did. I’m not accustomed to sharing control and it is new and unnatural for me. I don’t say this as an excuse for my behavior, simply as an explanation – more for myself than for you, really – of what work I have to do to be a better mate for you.”

  “Good,” I chirp. I didn’t expect him to relent so quickly. That’s got to be a sign of progress, right? “Now, since we agree that you need to practice giving up some of your sense of control and learn to trust me more, I have an idea that seems to me to be a perfect way to start.”

  I give him a cockeyed smile and he looks back at me warily but with a hungry hope behind his eyes. I lean in close and whisper in his ear. “Take me straight to your bed. Don’t speak. Not one word. And only do as I say.”

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  As soon as we’re in his bedchamber, I shove him against the door and kiss him greedily, pressing my body against his so tightly that I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. As I pull away, he opens his mouth to speak but I put my finger to his lips.

  “Uh-uh,” I chide him. “Not. One. Word. Now... get undressed and lie on the bed.”

  He looks at me incredulously, but with a stern, commanding look from me, he finally takes his cue and does as he’s told. His fingers work furiously to unbutton and unlace his coat, tunic, and trousers, and he leaves them in a heap on the floor as he lies back on the bed. I can tell he’s going to resist giving up his sense of control, so I’ll have to go the extra mile here.

  I sort through a couple of the drawers in his bureau and find a couple of sashes that seem sturdy and thick enough for my purposes. I sashay back to the bed, yank his arms over his head, and start tying him to the bedframe.

  “What are you—?”

  I smash my mouth to his to stop him talking. “What did I tell you?”

  The crooked smile that forms on his lips can’t decide if it’s excited or terrified. Got him right where I want him.

  Once I’m sure he can’t use his hands, I pull the other sash over his eyes.

  “Oh, come now, you can’t—”

  I cup my hand over his mouth this time and simply shush him quietly right next to his ear. “You don’t want me to have to gag you, too, do you?”

  His body goes stiff in another wave of conflicted elation at the prospect as I finish blindfolding him. Good thing he didn’t call my bluff. I need his mouth available for what I have planned.

  Once he’s bound and blindfolded. I slink off the bed and take my time undressing. As each article of clothing comes off, I brush it across his bare torso, over his erect cock, and down his thighs before letting them fall to the floor. Shirt... Skirt... panties... And once I’m as naked as he is, I crawl on top of him and slide my body down his, giving his throbbing friend a taste of what he wants, but not nearly the whole meal yet.

  I lean down close to his ear and whisper, “I’m going to have my way with you now. And you’re going to do exactly as I say, nothing more, nothing less. Is that clear? Nod your head.”

  I sit back, straddling him across his flat, granite abs, and he silently, blindly nods. “Good.”

  I lean down close and kiss one side of his neck, then the other. As I kiss lower down, I take a big chunk of his muscular shoulder between my teeth and bite just hard enough to make him yelp a bit. I can’t help but smile as I watch his face struggle to obey my orders. But he stays silent and doesn’t try to get out of his bindings, so I give him a little reward.

  Kissing down his chest, I tease one of his nipples with my tongue, and the shudder that runs through him tells me exactly what I was hoping for. I move to the other side and tease him some more, causing him to pant and quiver beneath me.

  Sliding down him even farther, kissing and licking my way down, I can feel my own heartbeat pumping harder and harder as I get closer to that big delicious thing I want inside me so desperately already. Stopping with my mouth just above it, I kiss all around the base, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of his skin and that natural slickness that it produces. It doesn’t take long before I can see his mouth contorting with desperation, so I finally relent and lick him from base to tip before plunging my head down and taking him fully in my mouth.

  The moans that come out of him as I swirl my tongue around the head and drive him to the back of my throat are as delicious as how he tastes in my mouth. I toy with him a while longer before coming up, licking past his nipples once more, then whispering my next order in his ear.

  “Use your tail... Like you did before... Make me come.”

  He wastes no time, but slithers his tail out from under him and uses the tip to part the lips of my vulva, gliding through my own wetness, and up toward my—

  “Oh my God, yes...”

  He seems to have figured out just the way I like my clit to be touched, and he’s already become an expert at it. Ramping up slowly but surely, he uses his tail with spectacular skill, causing every bit of my body to quake in turn. My thighs start to tremble as he picks up speed and intensity, and the whole arrangement has me so turned on I can feel myself climbing to my climax faster than I ever have with anyone else in my entire life.

  “God, yes, keep doing exactly that,” I breathe. “And suck my nipple.” I lean over him a bit more and press my breast to his mouth. He takes my nipple between his lips and flits his tongue across it, nibbling and teasing and toying with it somehow, miraculously, precisely how I would have done it to myself if I could.

  With his tail on my clit and my nipple in his mouth, my back arches as the world goes tingly. I can hardly get my lungs to take in air anymore. I’m getting lightheaded as every bit of me, right down to my toes, clenches. In one explosive burst after another I reach my peak so hard, I feel like I could break the bed. Unrelentingly, he keeps doing exactly what he has been, and I ride my climax for so many waves after waves that when I finally collapse on his chest, I feel like I’m going to pass out.

  I lay there, just breathing, trying to get my head to stop spinning, when he makes an attempt to speak again. “So, now can I—”

  I snap upright and put my finger to his lips once more. “You speak when I tell you that you can speak,” I command. “And it’s not time for that yet. But it is time... for something else...”

  Gliding back down his body, I whip one leg off him to lie by his side and give myself full and easy access to every inch of him. I let one finger trace its way across his chest, ever so slightly teasing each nipple again, then skimming down over his abs and back to where I can tell he wants my hand to go. I don’t grab him immediately, though. No, I tease around his inner thighs, his balls, the base of his cock, everywhere but where he wants. Then, after a good long while of watching him screw up his face in his desperate attempt to let me remain in control, I take him fully in my hand as I simultaneously suck his nipple into my mouth.

  His body shudders as a breath heaves out of him that I think he’s been holding for the entire time as I start to stroke his glorious length, slowly from base to tip, then more rapidly just at the head. My tongue flicks across his nipple as I work him into an absolute lather.
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  I bring my face up while I continue to stroke him, and I study his body language. I can see each time that he has an impulse to rip the sash off his hands and take me how he wants to, and I can see him struggle to fight that urge back every time. It’s an almost hilarious dance he’s doing inside his head, and I can’t help but find it to be a bit adorable.

  But as fun as toying with him is, my desire to feel him inside me is too great and I can’t resist it any longer. I throw my leg back over him, reach down between my legs, pull him into me, and sink back onto him, taking every single inch of him. I sit back slowly at first, letting each movement of my hips take absolute ages, twisting left and right, snaking my body onto his. I lean down and kiss him slowly and passionately, not with the desperation from before, but with an intentional mindfulness that seems to help him to relax into letting go of his control.

  And then I change it up completely.

  Without warning, I jackhammer my hips up and down, pinning his chest to the bed with my hands, thrusting myself onto him as hard and fast as I physically can. My thighs are burning, but he feels so incredible inside me there’s nothing in the world – in any world – that could make me want to stop. And it doesn’t take long before his mouth contorts in one last desperate gasp as he inhales over and over in short bursts without releasing until, all at once, he fills me up in blast after blast of his own seemingly-unending orgasm that, when it’s finished, leaves us both panting and sweating in a pile on his sheets.

  We breathe there for a short while before I gently slide him out of me, then reach up and untie his hands. He lets his arms down slowly, stretching his shoulders after having them overhead for so long, and as he does so, I untie the blindfold and gingerly give him back his sight. He blinks in the light for a second, then smiles up at me, his hands resting tenderly on my hips. I lean down and kiss him, then whisper in his ear, “Now you can speak.”

  He smiles and chuckles through his nose for a moment, and I can’t help but join him. I flop to the side and nestle into the crook of his arm where he holds me tightly. “I think I understand something that hadn’t occurred to me before,” he says.