He stroked her hair, wiped her tears and reassured her with whispered words until they reached a group of men in the gray suits holding a stretcher. Joran let go of her hand when her mat was lowered to a stretcher. Kara wished he would pick it back up. She felt safer with him. These men had strange gold eyes and they were touching her again.
“Kara, they are trying to help you, don’t be afraid,” Joran called to her, but he was not close enough to take her hand again.
They turned into a room that was brightly lit. More men in gray suits were there, and so was Laura. She had many strange machines Kara had never seen before surrounding her, while a man worked on the laceration on her neck that continued to bleed. Some stood over her with bags of something clear. One of the men held the bag, squeezing it.
“Laura,” she wanted to call out to her, but it barely came out as a whisper. She could move her head just enough to see her friend. Laura looked so pale, like she was close to death. Kara was placed on a bed. More machines were brought over and placed on and around her. Most stung as they were imbedded in her, then her vision went gray before fading away.
Chapter 5
Her bed was so soft. When did her bed get this comfortable? She thought it was harder than this. She moved her legs. The sheets were so soft, like the softest Modal sheets she got from the mall. A hand softly stroked her from her face to her thigh and back. She smiled in delight. Kara was having another fantasy. Joran’s hot mouth sucked on one of her nipples while he pinched the other one. Pleasure and pain mixed, making the pleasure greater. She moaned and felt her pussy throb in pleasure. This was strange. Her pussy had never throbbed before without her reading an explicit sex scene in a romance book. The mouth left her nipple and kissed its way up her chest to her neck, and lightly bit her. Kara gasped and jerked her hips, moaning again. Her thighs were suddenly wet and she crossed her legs to try and easy the sensual ache. She had a need for something to press into her core, stretch her, and make her come. That never happened in real life, only in her fantasies with either a book or the hot FBI agent that had appeared suddenly, turning her fantasy life inside out. Her eyes flew open to see she was not having another fantasy. Joran was right next to her in a huge bed, naked. She looked at him in wide-eyed shock for a moment. He was grinning at her as his finger slowly traced the outline of her nipple. “Joran,” Kara whispered. Shock temporarily shut down her body’s response to Joran’s touch. That did not last long, though. He was even more stunning than she had imagined in her fantasies of him. His chest was a massive wall of muscle, hard muscle covered in soft flesh. Without even thinking about it, she ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders. She felt the firm muscles tense as desire flared in his eyes. He gazed down at her as if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She stared into his eyes. They were golden, and not the brown he had earlier. She was right, he had worn contacts. She had only a moment to think about that before his mouth crashed down on hers, blanking out any thoughts of his eye color. His lips covered hers, then his tongue swiped over her lips, demanding entrance. She obeyed, willing to give him anything he demanded at that moment. Kara wrapped her arms around him and clutched him close to her.
How had she gotten naked in bed with Joran? Just when her brain started to work, he groaned, his tongue surging into her mouth and entwining with hers. Lust caused her thoughts to scatter as wet arousal soaked her pussy. She was wet, soaking wet without any aid from a lubricant.
Joran broke the kiss and raised his head just enough to stare into her eyes. “You are mine. I am going to bond myself to you. You will be mine, forever.” His mouth hovered over hers.
Kara bit down on her lip. She was going to ask him what he was talking about, but instead she moaned when his finger slid over her nipple, the pleasure going straight to her clit. This was what she had spent the last two weeks fantasizing about and now it was happening. Something nagged at her that this was wrong, but her pussy pulsing pleasure and wetness cut off any thoughts of asking questions. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to her nipple. Joran was circling his tongue around her areola, which had her gasping for air, and her thoughts only centered on getting more of that delicious pleasure he was causing. She arched into him, allowing him more of her breast to suck into his hot mouth.
“Open to me,” Joran commanded her in a growl. The vibration against her overly sensitive nipple made her pussy pulse again. She felt his knee prodding at her crossed legs, urging her to open to him. She whimpered to feel the pressure of her crossed legs ease off of her burning center, but then he was there. His cock felt huge against her pussy. It throbbed with a need all its own. He grabbed her hips and pulled them against his cock. He was huge, thick, and pulsing. He ground his hips into her aching nub and she groaned and opened herself more. More than anything at that moment, she wanted him to shove his cock into her, make her take him, force her to come over and over again. At that moment, she didn’t think it would be impossible for her to come screaming like she had read women in her romance books do.
Kara’s lungs burned and her nails dug into his back from Joran’s sensual assault on her nipples. His teeth grazed the nipple and again her pussy clinched at the erotic pain. She moaned as his mouth covered hers. He claimed her mouth the same way he had her breasts. He demanded she let his tongue in again, and she gladly opened for him. His tongue flirted with hers, then pulsed in and out of her mouth the same way her pussy pulsed with need as he ground his cock against her over and over. She moaned again when his teeth nipped her bottom lip.
“You are mine in every way.” Joran growled while his eyes flared. The way he looked at her in a primal, possessive way, she should have felt disgusted, but instead she felt cherished.
“I am yours,” Kara repeated while he slowly lowered his lips to her ear before sensually drawing his tongue over her earlobe. Kara shivered and she raised her hands to his shoulders. His tanned skin was smooth and his body was hard.
“Tell me you will obey me,” he whispered, then pinched her nipples, making her pussy clinch.
She would do anything, say anything, just to make sure he didn’t stop. Her entire body was alive, every nerve ending burning at his touch. She gasped for air. The idea of not agreeing to anything he demanded seemed absurd at that moment. “I will obey you,” she gasped.
Joran let out a feral-sounding growl. “You are beyond what I had hoped you would be. Let’s find out how you respond now,” he whispered in her ear.
Her eyes opened and she saw a smile that was pure lechery on his face. His hand reached between her legs to her throbbing core. “You are very wet for me.” Joran told her.
Kara’s face burned in embarrassment, but Joran shook his head at her. “Do not be ashamed, lenora. To respond like this is a gift.”
She felt his fingers find her pussy and they traced along the outer edge of the bud that throbbed. Her hips moved all on their own as she tried to move so his fingers would touch where her pussy ached the most.
“Please,” she whimpered, not sure what she was begging for, but she knew he could give it to her.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Joran told her, and his finger stroked her right over her clit. Her head shoved into the soft bed and her back arched. She screamed. The pleasure was so intense it was near pain.
“You like that?” Joran asked while chuckling.
Kara moaned and pushed her pussy into his hand, trying to get pressure back on her clit. Never had she felt anything so intense, not even when she touched herself.
“We should continue, then.” His finger again swiped over her swollen clit. Kara’s mouth opened wide and her feet dug into the bed. Again and again, his finger swept over the nub. Kara screamed again, thrashing her head from side to side, and pressed her pussy harder into his hand. She needed a little more, just a little bit more pressure, and then her hips rose up off the bed as blinding-white pleasure exploded. She screamed while digging her nails into his shoulders. He didn’t stop moving his finge
rs. They moved harder and faster, causing another explosion. Kara’s hips gyrated as wave after wave of pure pleasure overcame her. Joran shoved two fingers into her pussy, determined to pull every bit of pleasure out of her. She felt her pussy contracting around his fingers as he pumped them hard and fast into her. She thought it would never end, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to. Then it started to become too much. She felt she would die if the orgasm did not relent.
Kara collapsed onto the bed, her orgasm finally running its course. She blinked up at him in awe. Never had she felt anything like this. She had no idea she could feel so good. “That was amazing.” Her entire body shook from the aftereffects of her orgasms.
“That was beautiful, Kara. I do not think I have ever seen a woman come as beautiful as you.” Joran smiled down at her when she stared into his golden eyes. He was kneeling between her legs, watching her face. “You are perfect for me and I want to see you come like that again.”
“Again?” she whispered. She had just come harder than she ever had in her life, and more than just once. Joran really thought that she could come again? She shivered with delight at the thought.
Joran did not speak only looked at her with such an intense expression she shivered. He rose up to his knees and she glanced down and froze. His cock was bigger than she thought. Surely she could not take something that big.
He took his cock in his hand and centered it at her opening. “You can and will take all of me,” he told her, looking into her eyes as if he could read her expression.
Kara shook her head “no” as real fear gripped her, but he pressed in. His large head pressed in slowly, stretching her. Kara moaned as nerves she never knew existed were stretched, causing intense pleasure.
“That is it, my lenora. Take all of me.” His jaw was clenched as he worked himself into her. He pushed himself in, then pulled out to push in a little further.
Kara panted, her pussy burning as another orgasm started just from her oversensitive nerves being stretched further than they ever had before. He pushed in farther and although there was some pain, it made her pussy throb with a need to come even more. Finally, he was in all the way and both of them gasped for air. “Great Mother, Kara, you are so fucking tight. I will not last long.” His jaw clenched again and he pulled out almost all the way. Kara screamed as nerves were hit once again, making her pussy clench and pulse around his shaft.
“Hold on,” he told her, raising her legs and bending her knees, then spread her even wider for him. “Hold yourself open for me,” he commanded her. She placed her hands around her bent knees and held them open like Joran had commanded. She was wide open for his use.
“What a treasure you are,” he whispered when she immediately obeyed him. Kara glowed at his pleasure in her, but when he shoved back into her she screamed again, all thoughts flying in different directions as her body soared toward orgasm. He lay over her, bracing himself so he just hovered over her, pulling out, then slamming back into her. Pleasure and pain exploded, making her gasp for air. Her back arched, forcing her hips to meet his brutal thrusts. Another orgasm slammed into Kara, her mouth open in a soundless scream as pleasure exploded through her.
Joran groaned and his thrusts grew more frantic as his cock throbbed in her. She felt his hot seed hit her, fill her as it shot out of him. This time she did scream as another wave of pure bliss rolled over her, sucking every bit of hot cum out of him. Joran tensed, then collapsed over her. Kara closed her eyes, feeling comforted at his weight over her. She felt safe, loved, and dare she even think, cherished. Never had she felt anything close to this during sex. Joran was breathing hard over her and giving small kisses to her neck.
“You are so beautiful, my bonded. I am so very proud to be your warrior. I will protect and care for you always,” he whispered.
She ran her hands lightly over his muscular back as her breathing slowed and her heart rate slowly returned to normal. She smiled at the fantasy that he would do as he said, but he was far too good-looking to ever really stay with her.
Joran’s eyes flared. “You do not believe me,” he said flatly.
“I…I…” Kara shook her head at him, not sure what to say. How did he even know? she wondered as she tried to get her heartbeat under control and her breathing to return to normal. She felt her body calm and she opened her eyes. What had she just done? God, she had just had sex with Joran, but the last thing she remembered before this was being attacked. Reality slowly started to invade now that her body had calmed. God, what had she just done, and where was her best friend?
“Laura?” Kara asked, changing the subject as she tried to wiggle free from Joran.
Joran pinned her in place, “Laura is being taken care of by our doctors.” Joran still looked at her with a steel resolve. “Like I said before, you do not believe me, do you?”
“What does it matter what I believe?” she retorted hotly.
“It matters because if you do not tell me everything I want to know, I will punish you. You are no longer in control, my beauty.” Joran’s tone was light, but he had a determined look on his face that made Kara shrink despite her attempt to be strong-willed. That commanding look he gave her made her want to obey him. Slowly, Kara started to notice other things about Joran and this room.
Shock was turning to horror. Joran was not what he seemed. Something was very wrong. This was not her home or even a motel room. The walls almost looked like a pewter type of metal, not the flower wallpaper of her home or the off-white of a motel room. There were huge rectangles in the wall that looked like windows, but they were filmed over to blend in with the walls. “Get off of me,” Kara told him as she tried pushing.
“The first lesson you will learn is to not ever try to tell your warrior what to do. I do not take well to my bonded giving me orders.” His look was pure dominance as he stared down at her.
Kara shivered at the power in that look. She wanted to obey and she hated that about herself, always bowing to what others wanted. Not this time, she told herself, and she pushed harder. “Stop trying to push me off of you. I will stay where I please and you will obey my wishes.” Joran’s look was all unyielding masculinity.
Kara fought the urge to obey him. No matter how much she loved that warm feeling that filled her when he was pleased with her, she would fight the urge to obey him. “Excuse me, what? You have no right to tell me what to do. First you are an FBI agent in my department, not my boss. I could have you written up for this. Not that I will,” she added when his glare darkened. “Second, I do not even know what a ‘bonded’ is. What is a bonded, anyway?” she said in a demanding tone, still trying to shove him off of her.
“First, my lenora, I am not an FBI agent. I am not even human. I am a Dareen warrior and we are now bonded, or what you humans call married.”
Chapter 6
Kara stared at him in shock, her thoughts spinning. He wasn’t human? How could he not be human? He looked human except for the strange eye color. And how could they be married? They had just barely met. Surely he was joking, but a joke at a time like this was not funny. Seducing the department’s secretary at a time like this was not funny, either. That was the explanation. He was joking, a very bad joke.
“That is not funny, Joran. All of this is highly inappropriate. Now get off of me.” She shoved at him hard, but he was like a brick wall and did not move at all.
“This is no joke, Kara. I am an alien, from a world called Dareen. The Dareen is mostly a world of warriors. We bond to our women and once bonded, it is for life. We are now bonded, which means you are mine forever.”
“No.” She shook her head frantically, staring at him in horror. “This can’t be happening. You are not an alien, you aren’t green.”
Joran smiled at her, looking like he was holding in a laugh at her declaration that because he was not a little green man, he could not possibly be an alien. “I assure you, I am not from Earth. I am a Dareen Warrior from a planet far from here. I can feel your confusion a
nd fear. I assure you that we are bonded and you have nothing to ever fear from me, unless you have a punishment coming.”
Kara glared at him, deciding he was making up a far-fetched story. “How can I just wake up and suddenly be married, or bonded, as you call it, and what the hell is this ‘I can sense your fear’ crap? What are you, a Jedi?”
Joran laughed, transforming his face from frighteningly dominant to breathtakingly handsome. “You did not wake up bonded to me. You agreed.” Joran told her while still pinning her down. “And no, I am not a Jedi. I am a Dareen warrior. I have the skills of empathy and a truth seeking, which I use mostly for interrogation and investigation. I will use them on my mate when it suits me, though.”
Kara’s look was dubious, “Empathy, as in, you feel what others feel?”
Joran nodded. “And truth seeker. I can sense when someone is lying.”
Joran’s words were sinking in. Wherever he was from, it wasn’t Kansas. She shook her head frantically. “I never agreed to this,” she yelled. “Get off of me.” She thrashed around.
“Easy,” he said trying to soothe her. “The healing for your injuries is fresh and needs time.”
“I don’t care,” she screamed, tears running down her face. “I did not agree to this.”
“I know this is new and confusing to you, but I promise you will adjust.” Joran ran his hand over her arms in a comforting way. “I can sense your fright and confusion, but you did agree. When I spoke the words ‘you are mine,’ you agreed. Then when I asked you to obey me, you agreed. You also submitted to my domination. All those together form a bond.” He moved to better pin her to the bed.
Kara had kept trying to push him off of her while trying to wiggle out from under him. “Stop thrashing around, or I will have you sedated again.” Joran gave her a fierce look as he pinned her.
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