Out of Darkness

by Anna Carven

  “It appears not.” He shook his head in amazement. “Incredible.”

  His expression turned fiercely possessive. “I’m not going to hold back,” he warned. “I can’t.”

  “Do your worst.” Jia ached for him. “I need you to fuck me, Kalan.”

  His response was a low, dangerous growl. He moved over her, pressing his body against hers, his heat radiating into her as he brought his hands up around her neck and kissed her wildly, savagely, his fangs grazing her lower lip but never breaking her skin.

  His strong fingers caressed the back of her neck. Jia curled her arms around him, running her hands over his broad, scarred back. He was all muscle, with not an ounce of fat on him. Her fingers found ridges and planes, along with the roughness of the occasional scar.

  This was beyond her wildest fantasies; this was like seeing something in three-dimensional hyper-real color for the first time. Her senses expanded and became saturated with pleasure.

  And this was just the start.

  Kalan’s cock brushed against her, its tip grazing the entrance to her pussy. Jia whimpered.

  Kalan entered her slowly. Jia gasped, her legs turning to jelly as he thrust deep inside her.

  Pain combined with pleasure to give her a sensation unlike no other; she was being consumed by him, and she wanted more.

  Jia curled her legs around Kalan as his grip on her neck tightened. He thrust his hips back and forth with deep, powerful strokes, abandoning any last trace of restraint.

  He grunted, slamming into her, his movements becoming wilder. There was nothing gentle about this male; he wasn’t afraid to be rough with her, and Jia was loving it. Despite her delicate looks, she was strong and fit from years of working on giant spacecraft, and she responded to his rhythm by wrapping her legs tighter and digging her fingers into his back.

  Kalan moved faster, going deep and hard. He curled his fingers tightly around the base of her neck, tasting the delicate skin above her collarbone. Low, primal sounds of hunger escaped him. He was breathing heavily. He was all over her, enveloping her in his warmth.

  Jia lost herself as he fucked her again and again. She lost all sense of time and place, her awareness filled only with Kalan.

  His hand was under her chin now, tilting her face upwards, forcing her to look at him. His hard shaft stretched her, its ridged surface rubbing against her clit, sending Jia to the next level of ecstasy.

  Suddenly, his face was millimeters from hers, his impossible eyes capturing her, as if he had a direct line to her soul.

  “Kalan,” she whispered, as he dragged her willingly to the edge of a climax.

  Jia let out a long, slow, shuddering sigh as he did it again and again, moving faster, each thrust bringing her closer, until she was suspended in a mind-blowing place somewhere between pleasure and release.

  Jia had never known such a place could exist.

  It was such wonderful torture.

  There was no pain anymore, only violet-tinged ecstasy.

  And she was drowning in it.

  Kalan slid his arms down her back, pulling her against him so they melded together, moving as one.

  They were creatures from different ends of the Universe, and yet their bodies fit together perfectly. Jia was tiny and Kalan was huge, and yet she knew there and then that they were made for one another.

  Somehow, they fit.

  A wild force overtook Jia, and if she thought everything up until now was the pinnacle of their lovemaking, she was wrong, because the exquisite sensation that unfurled in her core took her to another dimension, and she began to cry out, no longer in control of her voice.

  She was close.

  Kalan must have sensed it, because he slowed, his movements losing their rough edge as he fucked her with great tenderness.

  “Will you come for me, my Jia?” His whisper was a warm caress against her ear. She barely noticed, as she was too overwhelmed by his slow, deep thrusts and the feel of his body. He wrapped himself around her, claiming her.

  Slowly, he went deeper, guiding her towards the precipice.

  Jia was moaning now. She was desperate for release. Kalan kept up the pressure as the tension inside her started to break, like a cresting wave about to crash on the shore.

  And when her orgasm finally came, it was as if the floodgates opened.

  It swept through her body, taking Jia to a place she’d never visited before.

  It was sheer bliss.

  Kalan continued to fuck her as she came, adding to her pleasure as he abandoned his self-control and surrendered to his innate desires.

  Jia screamed.

  He fucked her even harder.

  She dug her fingers into his back, closing her eyes as he moved faster and faster.

  Again. And again.

  She was drowning, losing herself in him, and it felt so wonderful.

  Kalan thrust into her again, seeking his release. His body went taut and he gasped as he climaxed inside her, crying her name.

  He held her tightly as she quivered and moaned, running his fingers through her hair, kissing her all over as he found his release.

  Jia felt so damn good. This was better than any fantasy.

  This was the real thing.

  “At last,” Kalan murmured, before sealing the deal with a lingering kiss. “I’ve found you, my mate.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Afterwards, Kalan lay on the couch with one hand behind his head, staring up at Jia as she straddled him, still gloriously naked.

  He still couldn’t believe it. Out of the clusterfuck that had been Fortuna Tau, he’d snatched this precious prize; a female who wasn’t afraid to go toe-to-toe with him. Somehow, despite their immense differences, she had a way of bringing out the good in him.

  Kalan laughed softly to himself. Who could have imagined he’d come to care so deeply about another, and a Human, at that?

  There were those in the Empire who would see him imprisoned or executed for daring to mate with a Human, but this wasn’t Kythia. Kalan hadn’t been back to that wretched planet for longer than he could remember, and he had no intention of returning to that nest of cursed vorcheks.

  He’d rather be assigned to dangerous missions on distant planets.

  The General had warned them not to go after the exotic fruit, but the last time Kalan had seen Tarak, he’d been spiriting a Human female back to Kythia for medical treatment.

  As if he owed it to her.

  But then again, Tarak had an odd sense of honor that was more in line with the values of Old Kythia. Apparently, their people had once been noble like that.

  “What’s so funny, Kal?” Jia leaned in, resting her arms on his broad chest.

  Kal. She said his nickname with such ease and familiarity, the same way his brothers-in-arms did. He liked that.

  “Nothing,” he replied, as he reached out to stroke her cheek. “I was just thinking of Kythia.”

  “Are you homesick?”

  Kalan laughed again. “Absolutely not.”

  “Kythia, huh?” The name of the Dark Planet sounded strange coming from her lips. Her exotic Earth accent shaped the word differently. “What’s it like?”

  “Cold. Dark. Full of idiots.” Kalan shrugged.

  Unable to help herself, Jia laughed, a rich, pure sound that warmed Kalan’s heart. “I didn’t expect that answer. You sound like you’re not overly fond of the place. Isn’t there anything that would draw you back? Family? Friends?”

  “Friends?” He raised an eyebrow. “I have no attachments. The Universe is my home. We go where we’re deployed. We’re trained to be comfortable in any environment.”

  Before now, the idea of forming attachments hadn’t occurred to Kalan. But with Jia, he wasn’t going to accept anything less.

  “So may I ask, my mighty warrior, what happens when the Xargek arrive on Earth?”

  “We eliminate them,” he shrugged, “like we always do.”

  “And then what? You Kordolians aren’t
planning to take over Earth, are you?” She trailed a finger down his chest, sending small jolts of sensation through his thick skin, right down his spine and into his groin.

  This damn female was making him horny again.

  His cock twitched. Kalan focused on her dark eyes. They were a very deep brown color, but in the dim light they appeared as black as a starless night.

  She drew him in with her sweet, infectious smile, which threw little hooks into his heart.

  Kalan was falling under her spell, and he didn’t mind it one bit.

  Screw the Empire and their ridiculous puritanical rules on inter-species mating.

  Kalan took her hands into his. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “But whatever happens, you have nothing to fear. No-one would dare lay a hand on my Human.”

  Jia raised an eyebrow, studying him carefully, her thoughts hidden behind a slight smile.

  Her response wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Jia had a sharp mind and she wasn’t afraid to speak it when something bothered her, but now, she was quiet. Kalan couldn’t always tell what she was thinking.

  “This does not please you?” He would have thought his offer of unwavering protection would be reassuring, at the very least.

  “Believe me, I’m very grateful that you’d want to protect me. I just worry for the rest of my people, that’s all. If the Xargek start multiplying on Earth, we’re doomed. If the Kordolian Empire decides to take our planet, we’re doomed. Either way, we’re screwed.”

  “We are not going to allow the Xargek to thrive on your planet,” Kalan growled. “I can assure you of that.”

  “But you can’t give me assurances about that other part, can you?”

  “I’m a soldier, Jia. I take orders, and I fight. I don’t influence the inner workings of the Kordolian Empire. I’m just a grunt. All I can promise you is that if anyone tries to harm you, I will fucking kill them.”

  “Ah.” She shifted her hips, rubbing against his growing erection. “I understand that feeling. About being a grunt, I mean. I’m trained to follow orders too. Doesn’t mean I don’t question them, though. These days, it’s all I seem to be doing. Don’t you question your orders, soldier?”

  “If they’re from the Empire, all the time.” Kalan sighed as she rocked back, her lean body flexing. “The only orders I don’t question are those that come from the General.” She was sitting upright again, with her legs folded on either side of him, her glorious wetness brushing against him. Her breasts and stomach glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, highlighting her lithe figure.

  Kalan was an idiot to have ever thought he might break her.

  She was a tough little thing, with more guts than most of the pathetic Humans Kalan had encountered during the short time he’d spent on Fortuna Tau.

  “So you trust him?”

  “I’ll only take orders from him.”

  “Why?”

  “He thinks differently to the rest of them. Like us, he’s not from the Noble class, so he isn’t indoctrinated into their way of life. He’s got more honor in his little finger than the entire Kaiin-cursed High Council, and he’s never led us down a wrong path. Not once.”

  “He left you here, though. He went back to Kythia, and he took my friend. Please don’t tell me he’s going to turn her into a slave.”

  “Nah.” Kalan shook his head. “If he insisted on taking her with him, there would have been a damn good reason for it, and there’s nothing he hates more than those Kythian Court bastards interfering with his plans. Don’t worry, my curious Human. Your friend will be fine.”

  “I hope so.” Some of the tension left her shoulders.

  Kalan grinned, admiring the view. “Anyway, he knows I won’t have anything to do with Kythia, and when he comes back, I’ll tell him I want to be posted to Earth.”

  “You despise your home planet that much, huh?”

  “I don’t belong there,” he said, bitterness creeping into his voice. “To most Kordolians, I’m an aberration.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Kalan pointed at his eyes. “These. They’re the wrong color. Kordolians believe that children born with my eye color are cursed by the Goddess.” A humorless laugh escaped him. “Apparently, our blood is impure. How I survived to adulthood is a mystery. Maybe that’s why I’m all scarred and beaten up like a low-ranked slave.”

  Jia stiffened, her back straightening. Her exquisite breasts became more prominent, her small dark nipples standing proud and erect.

  Unable to help himself, Kalan reached out and cupped one of them.

  “That sounds like the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” Jia’s gaze turned fierce, her voice full of outrage. “Discriminating because of eye color? You know, on Earth, we used to do stupid things like that to people, but we phased that sort of thing out a few hundred years ago.” She shook her head. “At least, I’d like to think so.”

  Her indignant reaction warmed Kalan’s scarred old heart.

  Jia put her hands on her hips, still outraged. “Just so you know, warrior, you have beautiful eyes.”

  Kalan laughed. This conversation was absurd. “Only you would refer to any part of me as ‘beautiful,’ you crazy woman. Do not do it again. I have a reputation to maintain.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. Everyone knows how big and bad you are, Kordolian. I don’t think that’s going to change overnight.”

  Kalan couldn’t take it anymore. His arousal had roared to life again, and all he could think of was getting this gorgeous creature underneath him.

  The Human mercenary craft they’d hijacked was slow compared to even the most outdated Kordolian cruiser. It would be some time before they entered Earth’s orbit.

  They had time to play.

  “Get up,” he said roughly, slapping her ass. She squealed with delight as he rose and spun her around. Standing behind her, he clamped his arms around her tiny waist, drawing her to him. He bent his head and dropped several deep kisses at the base of her neck. Her skin was slightly salty, and her scent was divine.

  Kalan pressed his body against hers, his cock nudging her lower back. She was pliant and willing, and he had her exactly where he wanted her.

  His hand drifted down to her pussy, which was already slick with moisture from their earlier lovemaking. He found her clit and massaged it, making her squirm.

  Her low, throaty moans turned into gasps, and then cries, becoming louder and louder, until Kalan brought his other hand to her mouth, fearing that the whole damn ship was listening in. She bit down on his palm, her cries momentarily stifled as he stroked her again and again, keeping his touch light and gentle.

  She writhed, her screams of pleasure muffled by his rough hand. She arced backwards, her warm, sinuous body rubbing against his, her moist, silky skin gliding over his straining cock.

  It was too much. Urgent need swept through him. He withdrew his hands, making her gasp.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t you fucking tease me, Kalan.”

  How could he stop, when she was enjoying it so damn much?

  “Bend over,” Kalan ordered. She glanced up at him, her eyes wide, her lips and cheeks flushed. She bit down on her lower lip, regarding him with an expression that drove Kalan wild.

  She nodded and gave him a meek little smile as climbed onto the seat. She knelt and leaned forward, putting her hands against the wall.

  Kalan stared at her body, which was hot, glistening perfection. He cupped her round, succulent ass with his rough hands, savoring her flawless skin.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, running one hand along her supple back until he reached the base of her neck. He applied a little pressure, pushing her down just a bit more. “You want this.”

  “Just hurry up and fuck me, Kalan,” she moaned. “Please.”

  This Human had a body of pure sin, made for his pleasure.

  Kalan growled and thrust forward, entering her from behind, his thick shaft gliding between the sweet folds of
her pussy, making her gasp.

  He went deep, clutching her ass as he satisfied his need, pumping his hips back and forth. A wild, uncontrollable urge overtook him as he fucked her. He moved faster, going harder, deeper, breathing heavily as low moans escaped him.

  Jia’s intoxicating scent surrounded him. He closed his eyes and gave in to the frantic rhythm, driven by a force beyond his control.

  She moaned, and her sweet, feminine voice had a strange effect on him.

  He ran his fingers through her glorious hair, pulling her back against him as he quenched his ferocious need.

  She was his. His to possess. His to protect.

  “You’re mine,” he whispered in her ear as he came, spilling his seed into her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. Her small hands sought his. Their fingers entwined as she shuddered, a great sigh escaping her.

  Kalan kissed her gently on the top of her head, inhaling her sweet fragrance. She made a small, happy sound of contentment.

  “I know,” she said, untangling herself from his grasp. He groaned in satisfaction as his cock slid out of her, slick with evidence of their lovemaking.

  Jia turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She leaned against him, pressing her cheek to his chest. Kalan ran his fingers through her dark hair.

  “You are a very naughty alien,” she murmured, stroking his warm skin. She caressed his scars, her fingers lingering over the place where he’d been cut by the Xargek. His skin was still slightly tender, and as she touched the freshly healed surface, a tingling sensation spread through him.

  “Naughty?” Kalan raised an eyebrow. “But I have done nothing wrong. In fact, it is you who’s at fault.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “I caught you staring first. And then, you tempted me. On purpose.”

  “If I recall correctly, a certain someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

  Kalan shrugged. “I did what needed to be done. Once I have an objective in sight, I never fail.”

  “Stubborn Kordolian.”

  “Impossible Human.”

  “You’re not as bad as you look, soldier.”

  “Oh, I can be, if I want to. But not with you. Never with you.” Kalan’s voice softened as he stroked her hair, marveling at his good fortune.