Alien

by Laurann Dohner

  Her decision made, Kari turned around and slowly walked toward her bedchamber. Though his footfalls were silent with the practiced skill of a fierce hunter, she knew without looking back that he was following her. When she entered the bedchamber, Kari wasted no time in getting straight to the point. Climbing onto the large vesha bed, she turned to face him and sat back on her heels.

  Isar said nothing, but his blazing eyes said everything. His gaze flicked from her face, to her breasts, to her pussy, and back again. He took his time studying every inch of her, her arousal increasing as he did so. She felt like he was attempting to memorize everything about her so in his darkest, emptiest moments he’d be able to recall their time together with complete clarity. She couldn’t say she didn’t understand why because she was doing the same thing to him.

  They were two lost souls who’d finally found their way home. Both of their futures might have lain elsewhere, but for whatever time they had left together, they could both experience, at long last, the completion they felt only in each other’s presence.

  “I want you, Isar,” Kari said softly. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

  Their gazes clashed. His eyes, always so haunted, glowed with emotion. “I want you too, Kari,” the warlord admitted in a quiet rumble. “No matter what happens, always know ‘tis only you I love.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes. Had those words been uttered by any other man she would have called bullshit, yet she knew that where Isar was concerned there was no pretense. He meant everything he said. The entire situation was emotional and confusing. She didn’t understand how she’d turned into a soothsayer where this warrior was concerned, but then neither did she understand Trystonni mating. If this is what the stolen Galian women of lore had felt, she doubted they put up much resistance to their alleged kidnappings.

  One moment Isar had been fully clothed and a blink of an eye later he was as naked as Kari. The initial shock of once again witnessing his ability to telekinetically do things like that was quickly replaced by the ever-tightening knot of arousal in her belly. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as her silver-blue gaze drank up the sight of him. He was beautiful.

  His massive arms were riddled with tribal tattoos, while his sculpted torso and long, muscled legs were devoid of them. When he turned around for a brief moment to kick his clothes away, she noted that his back was the most heavily tattooed part of him.

  Kari’s pulse raced. Everything about him was perfect.

  Isar’s cock, so thick and long, was even sexier than she’d imagined it would be while masturbating to thoughts of him thrusting it inside her. Kari blew out a breath as the giant warlord made his way toward her. Shivering with anticipation, her nipples hardened as he got on the bed and joined her on his knees. As they continued memorizing each other’s bodies, it occurred to Kari that she’d never felt more desired or cherished.

  She came up on her knees and reached for his neck, wanting to put her arms around him. Understanding, Isar craned his neck and lowered himself to the extent he could to accommodate her. “Kari…”

  “They took my name from me too,” she admitted. “Please, just when we’re alone, call me by my birth name. Call me Kara.”

  His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. With Isar being a native of Tryston, she could tell that further explanation of why her name had been taken from her wasn’t necessary.

  “Whilst alone then,” Isar murmured, “’tis Kara.”

  She could have cried. Instead she threw her arms around him and reached up to kiss him.

  His mouth came down on top of hers, his tongue immediately demanding entry. She took him in, his moan intoxicating, as he wrapped her in his powerful embrace and kissed her with the passion of a thousand men. Her hand, so tiny by comparison, found his cock and began stroking it.

  “Kara,” he gasped, tearing his mouth from hers, “I needs be inside you now, pani.”

  His breathing was already labored. Perspiration dotted his brow. Seeing her effect on him was as intoxicating as it was heady.

  “Then fuck me, Isar,” she boldly whispered. “Because I need you too.”

  He gently prodded her down onto her back, his heavy body coming to rest between her thighs. His calloused fingers played with her pussy hair before trailing up to massage her stiff nipples. She whimpered as he toyed with her, never so turned on in her life.

  “I’ll come back to these nipples that belong to me later,” he half growled. Bending his neck, he sucked on one and then the other as though he couldn’t help himself. She groaned and pulled his head in closer. He sucked on her nipple for another few seconds before releasing it with a popping sound.

  “Fuck me, Isar,” she breathed out. “Please.”

  Her words, dirty in every language, drove him crazy with desire. His teeth gritting, he held his cock by the shaft and guided it toward her wet entrance. Kari’s eyes widened when she felt the head try to get inside her. He was too massive—it wasn’t going to fit.

  “’Twill be all right, Kara,” Isar thickly promised. His heavy-lidded eyes signified a gnawing lust. “’Twill hurt for a short time, but then will be naught but pleasure.” He placed a quick kiss on her forehead. “’Tis a vow amongst…” His voice trailed off. She could feel his emotional pain again. “’Tis a vow,” he said simply.

  Kari no longer cared about the impending physical pain. She just wanted Isar’s sadness to disappear. “I trust you,” she whispered, smiling up at him. She didn’t understand why she did, but her words were honest. “I trust you.”

  Isar’s gaze searched hers. His jaw tightened. “One day you will wear my necklace,” he promised her. “I’m sorry, Kara.”

  “Sorry for wh—”

  Kari screamed as Isar impaled her, seating himself to the hilt. She instinctively flailed beneath him, trying in vain to remove him.

  “Shhh shhh,” he said thickly, “’twill make it worse do you move.”

  She didn’t think there was such a thing as worse, but didn’t wish to test the theory either. Against her volition, tears stung her eyes. “It hurts,” she gasped, embarrassed by the child-like tremble in her voice. “Really badly.”

  For whatever reason, he seemed turned on by her tears. She decided it had to be a Trystonni male thing. Going where no other warrior had gone before and all that.

  “Tell me when your channel adjusts to my cock,” Isar hoarsely instructed her. His jaw was clenched, every muscle in his body flexed with tension. “By the goddess, Kara, your tight pussy feels so good.”

  His erotic words worked like an aphrodisiac. As the stabbing sensation between her thighs eased and the stinging tears calmed, her body began to relax. “It’s better,” she told him. “It doesn’t hurt as bad.”

  It was all the coaxing he needed. Isar’s nostrils flared as he began to slowly move inside her.

  He hadn’t lied. The pain was turning into pleasure. She had no idea how such was possible, but neither did she care.

  “Oh my God,” Kari breathed out. “Yesss.”

  He picked up the pace, his small movements turning into full, possessive strokes. His cock plunged in and out of her tight pussy, over and over, again and again. Her eyes slowly closed as her head lolled back on the vesha hide.

  “Look at me, Kara,” Isar hoarsely commanded. “I want to know ‘tis only I you see.”

  Kari forced her eyes open. Their gazes, so animalistic now, clashed and held. She moaned as he fucked her, her tits jiggling beneath him with each thrust. Her pulse raced. “Harder,” she demanded between gasps, “faster.”

  His teeth gritting, Isar complied. He fucked her pussy harder, primitive growls erupting from his throat. He impaled her over and over, again and again, fucking her as if he meant to brand her. “Mine,” he territorially ground out. “Only mine.”

  Perspiration-slicked skin slapped against perspiration-slicked skin. The sound of her pussy getting thoroughly owned permeated the bedchamber, turning her on impossibly more. Kari e
ntered the void on a loud groan, unable to stop herself from pulling Isar into arousal-lock with her had she wanted to.

  Their gazes remained clashed, blazing with primitive intensity. They groaned together as they fucked fast and hard. He was experiencing her arousal which heightened his own, and she was experiencing his, further intensifying hers. She hadn’t known the latter was possible, but was too turned on to consider what that could mean.

  “I’m coming,” Kari gasped, gluttonously indulging in his every stroke. He fucked her harder. “Isar, I’m—oh god!”

  The knot of arousal in her belly snapped, forcing Kari to orgasm on a loud moan. Blood rushed to her nipples, causing them to stab out. Blood rushed to her clit, escalating its sensitivity.

  Isar growled as he plunged in and out of her tight, wet cunt. She threw her hips back at him, fucking him as hard as he was fucking her. She experienced his arousal as though it was her own, forcing a second, harder orgasm out of her.

  “This pussy is mine,” he ground out, his jawline flexed. “Mine.”

  He sank into her flesh harder, impaling her cunt with deep, fast strokes. She felt his entire body tense over hers, his teeth gritting, as he plunged inside her. He fucked her like he owned her, thrusting in and out once, twice, three times more. “Kara.”

  Isar came on a possessive roar, his massive body juddering over hers. Kari screamed from the intensity of the arousal-lock, coming a third, brutal time as his hot cum exploded inside her, filling her with his seed. Even then he didn’t stop fucking her, his cock still hard as steel. He impaled her over and over and over, the pleasure driving her near to delirium. He fucked her harder, deeper, and faster until, on a growl of completion, he came again.

  Kari’s final climax, a culmination of all their orgasms, was so intense as to be painful. Still in arousal-lock, Isar experienced everything she did. They yelled out their pleasure-pain as they came simultaneously, the ferociousness of their shared orgasm powerful enough to split an atom.

  Panting from exhaustion, Kari broke the arousal-lock. She smiled as the warlord fell onto his back beside her and pulled her up to sleep on his chest. They said nothing as they held onto each other.

  One enormous hand rubbed her ass cheeks as the other one played with her hair. They fell into a deep slumber, both of them complete for the first time in their lives.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kari awoke the next morning only to find that Isar Kal Draji was no longer in her bed. She sat up and bit her lip. Knowing his departure was for the best didn’t dull the stinging aftereffects of said disappearance. If she were honest with herself, it hurt knowing that the warlord had no problem leaving her without so much as a goodbye after the night they’d spent together.

  Isar had fucked Kari like a branded animal, taking her more times and in more ways than she’d once believed possible. In her mouth, up her ass, in her pussy, between her tits…

  And that was only recounting the first two hours.

  His hard thrusts had been possessive, his thickly murmured words statements of ownership. She’d never felt so wanted, so needed, in her entire life.

  When he’d finally felt replete and completely satiated, the warlord had latched his mouth onto one of her nipples and suckled it as he slept. She’d run her fingers through his silky, black hair until she too had passed out. She had expected to wake up to him kissing, licking, and sucking all over her body, but instead she had awoken to loneliness.

  Sighing, Kari pulled herself out of bed. Her entire body ached. Slowly lumbering toward the bathing chamber, she looked around the penthouse en route, hoping the giant hadn’t left her after all and was merely sitting on the veranda with his breakfast. The thought cheered her so she forced her sore muscles to move a bit faster. Half expecting to see Isar and half expecting to not, her stomach lurched when she discovered it was the latter. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a calming breath.

  This is for the best, Kari, and you damn well know it. He knows it too.

  Her eyes flicked open. With a heavy heart, Kari Gy’at Li walked into the bathing chamber.

  * * * * *

  The chamber must have sensed her aching body needed a hot bath because that’s exactly what it gave her. The heated water was infused with healing sands imported from Tryston, rejuvenating her body even if her mind hadn’t quite reached that point yet.

  What did you expect, Kari? Klykka warned you not to become involved with a Trystonni warrior…

  But that warning had been necessary because of their penchant for stealing women, not abandoning them. Of all the warriors in Tryston, Kari thought with downturned lips, she fell for the one who wasn’t into abduction. Not that she wanted kidnapped, but it would have done a lot for her ego if he’d at least damn tried.

  She rubbed her temples. “He’s driven me insane,” she muttered. “I don’t want thrown into some fucking harem.”

  A few minutes later, Kari alighted from the bathing chamber scrubbed clean, pussy hair trimmed, body pain-free and dry, and red-wine ringlets perfectly coiffed. She really had to talk Klykka into installing one of those babies back home. It was the one technological gadget in Crystal City she’d miss.

  “Incoming holo-call from Arista de Valor. Shall I connect her holograph, Kari Gy’at Li?”

  Kari took a deep breath before answering the unseen computer-like mechanism that controlled everything in the penthouse. She had wanted to name it “Mother” just like the spaceship’s computer in Alien, but the damn thing had a mind of its own. “Yes, of course. Connect her, Rumschlag.”

  Rumschlag. What the fuck kind of a name was that? It reminded her of some drunken German doing the chicken dance at Oktoberfest.

  Arista’s holo-image zapped into existence. The High Mystik absently glanced over Kari’s naked body. “You’ve just availed yourself of the bathing chamber. ‘Tis bliss, is it not?”

  “I was just trying to figure out how to talk Klykka into installing one back in our sector.” Kari grinned. “So the answer is a raging yes.”

  Arista smiled. “Leastways, are you enjoying your holiday in Crystal City?”

  “Yeah. Sure.”

  One royal eyebrow arched. “Your tone does not match your words. You have the sound of Rumschlag.”

  “What is wrong with my voice?”

  “It’s monotone,” Kari said grumpily. She waved a hand toward the unseen computer. “Privacy, please.”

  “Fine. Leastways, my voice is all things sexy and wondrous.”

  Kari rolled her eyes.

  “I would that you could confide in me, child.”

  Arista’s expression was soft and her tone concerned. For some reason that made Kari feel like weeping and confessing all, but the High Mystik would undoubtedly think she’d lost her mind for ever getting into this position in the first place.

  “’Tis the giant warrior, aye?”

  Kari’s head shot up. Her eyes rounded.

  “A simpleton I am not,” Arista mused. “Leastways, I saw the way you looked at him.”

  “You should have seen the way she mated with him. ‘Twas nigh unto obscene.”

  “Enough, Rumschlag,” Kari gritted out. She cleared her throat and gave The de Valor her full attention. “Well it’s nothing to worry about. He’s gone anyway.”

  “Worried? Nay. I was never worried. You are too skilled to be taken against your will.”

  “I never got the chance to test that theory,” she sniffed. “Apparently I’m not worthy of a Trystonni kidnapping!”

  “Mayhap he knew you are too strong.”

  “Mayhap he thought you too perverse.”

  “Well he could have tried! And for the final time, Rumschlag, shut the fuck up!”

  “As you desire. Leastways, I have duties to attend to.”

  “So attend to them already!”

  “You desire to become the warlord’s chattel?” Arista asked, ignoring Kari’s little spat with the computer.

  Yes. “No!” Kari sighed. Maybe Is
ar truly had driven her to the brink of insanity. If so, Rumschlag had pushed her over the precipice. “I don’t share. If I ever—what do you call it here?—mate…I’ll be the only woman my husband has sex with, period.”

  “As well it should be.”

  “Anyway,” Kari said, changing the still too fresh subject, “I’ll be fine.” She forced a smile. “Why did you call?”

  “Ahh that.” Arista inclined her head. “’Tis expected that Mettle Tavern will be overflowing with patrons this eve. Leastways, the warriors who come every few moon-months to barter their healing sands have arrived.”

  “You need me to serve trenchers? Sure.” It’s not like I have anything else to do! “I’ll be there at suns-down.”

  “I need you to perform. For a certainty you are the most skilled at it and ‘tis a boon do we keep these warriors calmed and tame.”

  Kari nodded. “You got it. I’ll see you tonight.”

  Arista prepared to end the holo-communication when a thought struck Kari. It was a scenario she had mulled over again and again, but kept forgetting to inquire about it. “Completely unrelated to anything we’ve just discussed, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

  “For a certainty.”

  “I hope this doesn’t make me sound weak or like the child you and Klykka call me…”

  “Just ask.”

  “What if I don’t want to be a High Mystik?”

  Arista’s eyes widened.

  “I don’t mean that in a bad way!” Kari quickly corrected. “I want to be a High Mystik someday, just not so soon.”

  Arista’s lips formed an O. “You’ve but one final step to complete your training, yet you are unready to leave Klykka and rule o’er a sector of your own. Correct?”

  “I know it sounds weak,” Kari sheepishly admitted, “but yeah. I’m not ready to leave the woman who took me in and made me a part of her family.”

  “’Tis not weak, child. Leastways, you are still a child and there is naught wrong with that. For a certainty you are not the first to find herself in this predicament and you shan’t be the last.”