Warrior's Bond: BBW Science Fiction Alien Romance (Yadeshi Brides Book 1)

by Emma Alisyn

  It was nice to know he wasn't ashamed of her. Zoriah sprinted to the beginning of the course, banishing the thought as silly. Why would he be ashamed of her? He’d chosen her, and it wasn’t like he’d had to. He’d seen, came, and conquered. Ish.

  “You will have to do better than that.”

  Zoriah glanced at the tall woman who’d spoken. Skin with more of a robin’s egg tinge rather than Benyon’s deeper azure.

  “I’ll get there,” she replied.

  “Your evaluation scores must be of a certain rank in order for you to be accepted as a cadet.”

  Was there a point to this? “Okay. Got it.”

  “You’re fortunate to have the personal attention of an Adekhan when your skills are still low level.”

  Low-tier, low level. There was nothing overly unfriendly in the woman’s eyes, but Zoriah stiffened. She glanced at Benyon, walking towards them, and back at the female speaking to her.

  “Did you want something?”

  “No.” The Yadeshi female smiled, revealing sharp incisors.

  “Ma!”

  Her attention was distracted by her children, running up to her- smacking into her behind, of course. They whooped, nearly running into the Yadeshi woman- who, evidently, felt it beneath her dignity to move.

  “Hey, you guys, be careful,” Zoriah said.

  Half-heartedly.

  The woman’s lip curled up. “No discipline. I’ll-”

  She smiled at the alien- who could probably kick her ass, but hey. No one dissed her children. “You’ll what?”

  “Ladasha,” Benyon said, taking Zoriah’s hand with a firm squeeze. “You have prospectives to train.”

  "What’s her issue?" she asked, watching the woman walk away.

  Benyon paused. "Ah... she might be interested in you."

  She knew he didn't mean interested interested. "What do you mean?"

  "She requested a cohabitation. I declined."

  "What?" He made it sound so damn cynical.

  Benyon frowned. "She requested a-"

  "I heard you." Zoriah sealed her lips. One thing about being around Benyon- she was learning to control her temper better. He rarely spoke above a conversational tone and could convey a depth of meaning in a single, slashing glance. She'd realized her more... exuberant... personality could make her look like a toddler throwing a tantrum next to him. So she'd learned to communicate with a little more dignity.

  Just a little.

  "So Chica got the hots for you and is mad the human is taking her man?"

  His lips curved and he stepped closer, looking down with a male satisfaction she itched to slap off his face. "Am I?"

  "Are you what?" God, she would start growling in any minute.

  "Your man. You like me."

  He didn't touch her, he didn't do anything but look down, a breeze fluttering his long hair and his eyes gleaming with the violet tinged silver glow. Smirking- his version of a smirk.

  "Are we in the fifth grade?"

  “What I have in mind for you is not suitable for children.”

  Zoriah swallowed, off balance. He could go from laid back friend to drill instructor to sexually charged male in an instant.

  “Um…”

  He smiled, stepped back, nodding at the course. "Again."

  5

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Six. Years. Later.

  Well, more like six days, but it felt like six years.

  “I’m so sore,” she moaned, staring up at the sky. “And sweaty. I hate sweaty.”

  He held out a hand, expression implacable despite a subtle gleam of humor in his eyes. “Come. I have some cream that will help your muscles. But you do know that the best treatment is-”

  She grimaced, throwing an arm over her eyes. “Don’t even say it.”

  But she held out her hand blindly, allowing him to grasp it and pull her to her feet. He took her back into the complex, Zoriah forcing herself to walk straight and not like a slinky puddle of exhausted goo. The last several weeks had helped her shed a few pounds. Nothing to threaten her curves, but her arms and waist were a bit more toned.

  “I don’t want to look like a man,” she said.

  He glanced at her, brow raised. “I don’t understand.”

  “All this… exercise. I don’t want to lose any of the junk in the trunk, you know?”

  Benyon frowned. “Sometimes the implant is faulty- not all the local colloquialisms are loaded properly. I should really take time to learn the language manually. I don’t understand- what is junk in the trunk?”

  Zoriah grinned. “It’s an old saying. It means all these delicious curves, Blue Man.”

  And was it a good sign that she could talk about her body so openly, without feeling disgruntled shame? She hated the thought of having to have a man help improve her self-esteem, but… being with him, even when he was torturing her and the children, made her feel accepted. He saw her body as an instrument to be tuned and commanded, not as something sloppy or defective. And he’d never once said anything unkind about her curves. Living with a man for several years who took verbal abuse to all new levels of sly, she would have known instantly.

  Some of her happiness dimmed. Sometimes he was a little too clinical- if they were courting, why didn’t he… make a move? Sometimes she didn’t know if he was holding back out of respect, or if he simply wasn’t attracted to her.

  She eyed him sideways. Maybe it was time to test things a bit. “Where are we heading?”

  “My room,” he said.

  She blinked, but his expression remained bland, matter of fact.

  “It is small, and doesn’t reflect my personality- women look for these things, yes?- so don’t expect much. When you see my home on Yadesh, you will see more of who I am.”

  Huh. “You have pictures?”

  “Yes. I’ll show you. And you need not worry over developing an excess of muscle tone. That would take the introduction of synthetic hormones, which is illegal.”

  After a few more turns down, they entered a wing of the complex she hadn’t seen before. He stopped in front of a door, placing his palm against the entrance plate. The door slid open and they stepped inside. She glanced around. It really was plain. Four silvery gray walls and…

  “Where’s the furniture?”

  He approached a wall and pushed a button. Ah. Plain, but not cheap. A wall opened and a bed folded to the ground, perfectly made. He pointed to another door.

  “The shower stall is in there. There are products pre-installed, some for female guests. Shower, and I’ll get the muscle cream.”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. She entered the stall, stripping off her jumpsuit and undergarments. The instructions to everything were in a foreign cuneiform, but there were symbols so she found the clothes washing unit- big enough for a change of clothing and no more- and managed to get her clothing set on the fast cycle before stepping into the shower.

  Zoriah shrieked. “It’s water!”

  She heard his laughter and glared at the closed door, but busied herself with choosing cleansers, moisturizing mist and even an exfoliating bronzer. When she was done her body was clean, soft, and sparkly. She let her hair remain loose and wrapped an old fashioned towel around her body since it would be a few minutes for her clothing.

  “You didn’t answer my question about the muscle thing,” she said as she exited.

  Benyon glanced up, and froze. “Where is your clothing?”

  She frowned. “In the unit. They’ll be done in a minute.”

  He turned his back. “Don’t concern yourself.”

  “With the clothes or the muscle?” She stared at his back, eyes narrowing. Crossing the few feet, she touched his shoulder. “Where’s my cream?”

  He stiffened, pointing to the bed. “On your stomach, woman.”

  Zoriah dropped the towel and obeyed, stretching out on the bed, looking over her shoulder when he said nothing.

  She wiggled her hips. Time to play Bait the Blu
e Man. “Benyon, I’m sore.”

  He exhaled, then moved towards her, lids over his eyes. Kneeling, he picked up a jar from the floor. “Where are you sore?”

  “The inside of my thighs.”

  “The inside of your thighs.”

  “Yes.”

  He cleared his throat. “That’s expected. Open your legs for me.”

  She spread her thighs, slowly. “Are you going to take away my ache, Benyon?”

  A hand settled on the inside of one thigh. “Woman, you are teasing me?”

  Zoriah glanced over her shoulder again, smiling. “Am I?”

  The lids over his eyes rose, revealing a thick ring of violet around silver. “Be careful what you ask me for. I will give it to you.”

  She bit her lip. “I’m aching, Benyon. I need you to-”

  He slapped her ass; a sharp, unexpected sting. “You are a mischievous woman. I didn’t expect it. I’ll take away your ache, Zoriah. It’s unmanly to make a woman beg.”

  Benyon unscrewed the jar, coating his fingers in the clear, scentless ointment. He touched her thighs, caressing and massaging her sore muscles. The strength in his fingers- she could tell he was holding back.

  She moaned, arching her ass just a bit. “Harder, Benyon.”

  He muttered inhuman words in a muffled tone. But a curse sounded like a curse. “Are you asking me for a massage or to fuck you?”

  The blunt words startled her, nearly throwing her out of her wicked plan to tempt him into doing just that. Twisting her body slightly, she examined his face. Skin pulled tight over cheekbones, eyes hot. His lip curled back, revealing a sharp incisor.

  Damn. Maybe she shouldn’t tease him. Zoriah cleared her throat. “Both?”

  “You sound uncertain.” His voice deepened to a guttural croon. She squeaked when both hands took her thighs, pushing them far apart. “Tell me if you change your mind.”

  His tongue lapped her skin, the rough feel similar to a cat. A large, carnivorous, sexy cat, licking where he’d smacked her. He nibbled along her buttocks, the inside of her thighs, hot breath shooting tingles up where it counted.

  “This angle won’t work,” he said, and hooked an arm under her hips, flipping her over.

  She hadn’t felt naked before. Now she did.

  His eyes crawled up her body, nothing clinical in his gaze. “There is one colloquial phrase I know.”

  She swallowed. “What is it?”

  “Look, Ma, no hands.”

  He used only his tongue to pleasure her, lavishing attention on her stiff nub, stroking her to a fever high pitch. Her hands tangled in his hair, legs wrapping around his neck to hold him in place. Not human, definitely not human with the strength in his mouth. When he moved from her clit and plunged inside her, she screamed. His tongue stiffened, the tip rolling inside her as he moved in and out, finding a spot she’d long since believed didn’t exist.

  That he would care about her pleasure, take time to worship her without demanding anything for himself in return… her heart and body melted underneath him. Another reason to keep him. Another reason to let herself fall in love. In trust.

  Her head tossed back and forth, her own teeth drawing blood from her lips. Incredible pleasure, nothing she’d ever known or thought possible. The orgasm crested, her stomach clenching, body clamoring for more even as she rode the waves.

  “Are you still sore?” he asked, deep voice wicked. Satisfied.

  “No.”

  She wanted more. Wanted to do more. Wanted to descend to the depths of sexual depravity and immerse herself in him. But she’d have to settle for something attainable. He’d made her scream?

  She wanted to heat him roar.

  Zoriah unwrapped her legs, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. He crouched on his heels, dark hair draped over his shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips.

  “Stand up,” she said.

  He didn’t move for a moment, eyes flickering as he considered the request. Then he rose, slow, power and heat contained in a warrior focused solely on her. Now with optimal viewing, it was quite obvious he wasn’t unaffected. The size of the erection beneath his clothing gave her pause, but she reached for him anyway. Tugged him closer by the band of his pants, looking up at him.

  He raised a brow, as if daring her to proceed, but not demanding. Zoriah smiled, accepting the silent challenge, unfastening his clothing to reveal his cock. It jutted towards her, as blue as the rest of him and…

  “It looks human.” She couldn’t help the disappointment in her voice.

  Benyon laughed. “Forgive me for being so boring.”

  “I wouldn’t ever describe you as boring.” Her eyes narrowed. “I changed my mind- lie down.”

  His laughter vanished.

  “On your back,” she added, and crossed her arms, noticing that he swelled to an even bigger size.

  After a moment he complied, stretching out on the bed. His hair spread across the white spread, and she caught her breath.

  “You’re beautiful,” she said.

  He rolled his eyes. “You are heat exhausted, woman. I’m on my back- what do you plan on doing with me?”

  Zoriah straddled him, examining the monster in her direct line of vision. He was too long, too wide- there was no way she could fit all of him in her mouth, but she craved the power over him. Wanted to watch his face while her mouth surrounded him.

  She took him deep in her throat, careful to avoid gagging, learning the rhythm as she swirled her tongue around his length, played with the soft head as he growled beneath her. One hand wrapped around the base of his penis as the other fondled his tight sacs.

  “I’m going to finish in your mouth,” he growled.

  She barely recognized the guttural words, looking up at him with a seductive smile in her eyes.

  “Zoriah.”

  She increased her speed, determined to enslave him with the same means he sought to enslave her. When they were done, they would both be helplessly entangled. He roared, jerking and she took all of his sweet, salty liquid into her mouth, swallowing furiously. When his body calmed she lifted her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled up his body to kiss him.

  He grabbed her neck, holding her still as their tongues played, sharing their mingled flavors.

  “Why?” he asked when she pulled away.

  “Why not?” She grinned at him. “Us single moms are a little freaky, you know. Besides, I’m not on birth control.”

  She began to move off him, wanting to take a look at her renewed, thoroughly satisfied body, but he held her fast.

  “You don’t want another child? Or you don’t want a Yadeshi child?”

  Zoriah stared at him, surprised. “We aren’t married. Why would I want to get pregnant? Besides, wouldn’t I have to go through the fertility conditioning to make us compatible?”

  He relaxed. “Of course.”

  But his eyes bored into her back as she rose so that by the time she slid the bathroom door behind her, her hands were trembling. And she wasn’t certain why.

  6

  CHAPTER SIX

  She always looked forward to the weekends now. Two entire days she could spend training. Which meant she could see Benyon. Kiss Benyon, sit in their alcove- somehow no one ever disturbed them- and eat a meal together. Sometimes the children joined them, sometimes they were alone. It was a slow, sweet courtship and though Zoriah wondered where it was taking them, she was… comfortable. He wasn’t pushing her, wasn’t demanding talks of the future or commitment or… sex.

  Damn him anyway. Why wasn’t he demanding sex?

  Zoriah scowled at the patch of earth in her back yard, kneeling as she pulled a few weeds. She had the evening off to tend to household chores. Benyon had promised to come by for a few minutes, but it was already getting late so he must have gotten caught up.

  He wanted her. She’d had ample proof of that, proof that the alien Yadesh were shaped more or less like human men down there. But bigg
er. Waaaaay bigger. She licked her lips, realized what she was doing and stood. Damn, maybe time for a shower. Or… something else. Anything to cool the thoughts running around her mind. A body gone cold for so long, suddenly awake and ravenous- it was driving her slowly insane.

  What was he waiting for? She, demonstrably, was no virgin.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  Zoriah turned, alerted by the tone of Khalid’s voice.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He handed her the household tablet, digital mailbox open for her to peruse the day’s deliveries. Her eyes caught on the SIA sender and official subject line at the top of the que. She opened the email and scanned the contents.

  “That bitch.”

  She would flay the blue skin from that meddling, jealous, underhanded-

  “What are we going to do, Mom?”

  She swallowed temper. “I’ll talk to Benyon. This is bullshit- your paperwork was accepted last week, you’re officially a cadet now.”

  “But this is dated before the paperwork went through.”

  “I’ll talk to Benyon.”

  ***

  Benyon held up a hand, the implant struggling to catch up with Zoriah’s flood of words. He wasn’t certain if she was speaking English, or some dialect.

  “Slowly, Zoriah. Tell me again, I don’t understand.”

  She took a deep breath, and he struggled to keep his eyes off her full breasts. He’d conducted their courtship with honor, resisting the instinct to demand more than she might be ready to give him.

  He wanted everything. The woman, the family. The sex. By the Twin Moons, he craved the sex. But she deserved wooing.

  “Ladasha reported Khalid as an unauthorized truant,” she was saying. “He already has three infractions on file. SIA sent a notice for the entire family to appear in court for arbitration.”

  Anger rose as fear and fury mingled in her expressive eyes.

  “They’ll take the girls away,” she whispered. “I’m technically still under supervision- all underage mothers are under supervision until their first child reaches majority. Why would she do this, Benyon? Why does she want to destroy my family?”