Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster (Lumerian Knights Book 3)

by Becca Brayden

  “Good. Almost there,” he rumbled. “Now take those pretty hands from under your head, reach back, and pull yourself open. Keep your head down. Eyes closed.”

  Panting, she complied. Her hands shook as they pulled at the soft juncture between her bottom and her thighs, exposing her feminine sheath. Liquid heat spilled from her core. She was open, vulnerable to him once again. One minute passed. Two. She trembled in anticipation. What was he waiting for? What was he planning to do now? More liquid spilled from her. While she’d been positioning herself, he’d left the bed. Gone searching for something. She closed her eyes, waiting.

  A dip in mattress told her that he’d returned. Without thinking, she opened her eyes. She couldn’t see what he was holding, but it was dark and slender. She wracked her brain, trying to think of what she had in the apartment to fit that description. Turning her head just a little, she tried to get a better look at it, but he was having none of that. Smack. Smack.

  She gasped. “Ow! What the hell?” Her ass cheeks were on fire. He’d spanked her. Punished her for looking, she just knew.

  Falden massaged the burn away. “I said, keep your eyes closed,” he said, his voice suddenly stern. Commanding.

  Isabella shivered, her eyes once again closed. Trust really wasn’t her thing. She had a bad feeling he was going to put something in her untouched, virgin ass. Should she let him? What if it hurt? What if she didn’t like it?

  As Falden knelt behind her, she couldn’t help but clench up. His hand massaging her ass didn’t help, either. “Wh-What are you going to do?”

  “You’re still wet,” he said appreciatively as something cold and slender was inserted into her sheath, then removed. Her squeak of surprise only made him chuckle.

  Isabella moaned. She needed him to fill her, pound into her. Not tease her with gadgets. Clenching her teeth, she ground out, “Well, can we get on with it?”

  “Patience,” he murmured. “Before we’re done, I’m going to claim every inch of you. This device will stretch you so that when the time is right, my cock won’t tear you apart.”

  She groaned. “Oh my God. A butt plug? Where did you get a butt plug in here?” she asked, her mind racing in confusion. She didn’t have any butt plugs. She would’ve remembered buying a freakin’ butt plug. Before she had time to think about where it may have come from, he’d placed the device at her entrance. Her rear entrance.

  “Push out as I push in.” Slowly, slowly he slid the device inside her ass.

  Isabella sighed in relief. The plug stretched her, but not to the point of pain. She wiggled. The sensation was strange. Erotic. She could feel it inside her. Still, she needed Falden. Needed him to fill her core. She shifted. Moaned as the plug suddenly pulsed. “Oh! What was that?”

  “That was the device activating.”

  Her pulse pounded. “Activating? What does that mean?” She couldn’t catch her breath. She moved again. Clenched. Her ass was full, but she was empty. “Falden, please, stop playing. I need you inside me.”

  He rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m right here, my Bella.” With one long, sure stroke, he filled her. His shaft was huge, and with the addition of the plug, she thought she might come apart. It felt so good. Every stroke. Hard. Deep. The tip nudged her cervix. In. Out. Slow. Faster. The plug began to pulse with every thrust, every time he pulled out, somehow keeping the same rhythm. The more Falden pounded into her, the stronger the pulse. In, pulse, out, pulse. Every cell in her body was throbbing with need. Higher and higher he drove her, never relenting, never letting her rest. Pushing her to new peaks. One orgasm after another.

  Falden gritted his teeth. Hammered Isabella with his cock. He’d never felt so amazing. She was perfect. She squeezed his cock, milked him. His balls drew up tight. With one final stroke, he came deep inside her.

  Isabella screamed again as his seed splashed her womb. Hot, pulsing seed. Her inner walls spasmed again, greedy for more of the liquid, milking every drop from his shaft.

  The pulse in her ass subsided in time with Falden’s shaft. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore, her knees like jelly.

  Falden eased her down, one arm locked securely around her, still inside her. They lay like that, intertwined, replete, for long minutes. His stomach rumbled. They hadn’t eaten since the night before. “We should get up. Then get something to eat. Are you hungry?”

  Isabella thought about food, but her appetite seemed to have disappeared along with all her good sense. “No food. Sleep,” she said, yawning.

  Falden eased out of her, stood, grabbed her ankle and began pulling her to the edge of the bed.

  “Hey!” she grouched, too relaxed to do much else. “What are you doing?”

  Falden swooped her up over his shoulder with ease, a half growl, half laugh coming from deep in his chest. The sound was so low that she almost didn’t catch it. “Shower. You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

  She wiggled, suddenly light-headed. “Ah! That thing is still in my ass! And put me down, caveman, before I throw up all over you!”

  Falden gave a short bark of laughter, reached up and gave her ass a quick swat. Smack!

  “FALDEN!”

  Laughter quickly turned to moans, and the sound of rich, deep male satisfaction could be heard over the shower through the thick walls of her apartment. Neither one thought about food for a very, very long time.

  Chapter Seven

  Falden watched with envy as Isabella’s hands caressed the steering wheel as if touching a lover. Every smile and satisfied mutter she breathed as she drove them—far faster than the human posted speed limits suggested was safe—to the Caldorian base made him grow harder. Trying to ease the discomfort in his cramped legs and rearrange himself in the passenger seat was no easy task. Human transport vehicles were not meant for warriors of his size.

  “God, I love this car.” She smiled and he realized he was felling jealous of the car. Ridiculous.

  “You are going to draw attention from the police who monitor these roads,” he murmured, not truly caring how fast she drove as long as she continued to look at him as she was now. In fact, if anyone were to follow in a similar transport vehicle, they would be unable to keep up. “Is this the maximum speed of this vehicle?”

  At that, she threw back her head and laughed, her foot stomping on the gas. “Not quite. Hang on!”

  That had him arching his brow as he was pushed back in his seat by the increase in speed, his lips twitching in amusement. He could not deny her the simple pleasure she experienced while driving the vehicle, and suddenly, he did not mind that he had not mastered the art of driving. As he had learned the moment he touched her, stroked her body, he found it difficult to deny her anything that brought her pleasure. Anything that earned him those soft moans of surrender, made her gaze soften with desire or glow with need.

  They were bright now, not with need but excitement.

  She was not joking. It would appear she had developed a love bond with this vehicle. “You may have it.”

  “Have what?”

  “This car.”

  She zoomed off the exit toward the base and slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing him from his seat. “What?”

  Falden thoroughly enjoyed her look of shock. Delight. Suspicion. Somehow this simple gift had managed to catch her completely off guard. He made a mental note and decided to surprise her as often as possible. “Did I stutter?” He asked the question in a neutral tone as he stared at the glowing swirls on his hands, his arms. She’d done this to him. Everywhere he could see, his markings were lit up with opalescent fire. With light. With her.

  The other Lumerians, even the Caldorians would know instantly that this female had chosen to touch him, to rub maju paste on every inch of his body. That she had claimed him in the most primitive way possible among the Lumerian people.

  By lighting his markings, they’d announced their intent to begin a life-changing process, the Yielding, where two become one, but he would not force tha
t on her. She had not understood what rubbing his body down would mean. And fortunately he’d warned her not to rub the paste on her own flesh. Otherwise he would have a much bigger problem than the teasing he would be forced to endure. Maju paste had nearly killed two human women. The thought of using the paste on Isabella, spreading it all over her body, heated his blood and put a hard knot in his gut at the same time. He wanted to do it, more than he would ever admit, but the risk was too great.

  His reaction to the paste was both strange and unexpected. Need. Pleasure. Fierce protectiveness. He had awakened to the blue swirls covering his flesh and instinct had taken over.

  He was hers. She had claimed him. That had not been her intent, and so he ignored his body’s primate reaction. But that did not mean he did not feel the effects of her attention.

  Falden had wanted to claim her right then and there. But she was human. As much as he enjoyed belonging to her, even for such a short time, he could not make this permanent. He had a job to do, a duty to his people. He was not free to want a female for himself. The risk of being Falden Corshival’s mate was too great. She would be a target from the moment she truly belonged to him.

  No more than five minutes passed before she began to slow the car, the entrance to the first security checkpoint just around the next corner. She knew exactly where it was. Commander Bashall had met with her in a neutral location, but once he’d disappeared, she’d made several attempts to get in—some through the front door, so to speak, and some more covertly. Now that Falden was with her, she could finally get in. Her heart hammered with excitement and no small amount of fear. Sevron was still missing. He’d told her not to trust anyone but King Dagan. She glanced over at Falden, a strange pang in her heart. She wanted to trust him. Wanted…what? A few more nights with him? A week? Forever? Eyes darting back to the road, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before downshifting the gear in preparation to make the turn.

  Falden, silent until then, suddenly instructed, “Stay to the left. Do not turn here.”

  Frowning, she slowed anyway. “What? I thought we were going to the base?”

  Her nipples hardened as he looked her over, his icy blue gaze still filled with heat. “Private entrance. Keep going.”

  Pulse quickening, she cleared her throat, glancing farther down the road he wanted her to take. “Ah…okay. Sure. Looks like a dirt road. More like a dirt track in the middle of a field. And, uh, trees at the end.” She glanced his way again. “Lots of trees.”

  Falden’s lips quirked. “Indeed.”

  Gripping the wheel tighter, she let out a slow breath. “Right. Of course, Commander,” she stressed the title sarcastically, “I’m sure all military VIPs have special entrances full of unnavigable dirt roads. Why didn’t I think of that?”

  Falden’s eyebrow quirked. “I should blindfold you.”

  Snorting in derision, she asked, “And who would drive the car then, tough guy?”

  The heat left his icy blue eyes as he replied with solemnity, “I’m trusting you.”

  A warm glow spread through Isabella at his words, her heart melting just a little more. “Me, too.”

  Passing the turn to the security checkpoint, she followed rolled down the window and followed his instructions. He leaned over her so the little black box could scan his face. Seconds later, a gate opened. Just beyond it, the paved road gave way to a barely visible, deeply rutted dirt path. Having slowed considerably, the car still ate up the road, dust billowing out all around them. Her nose and mouth filled with dust, grit coating her teeth, making them grind against each other like sandpaper. Coughing, she gently patted the dash, croaking, “Sorry, baby, I’ll wash you when this is over. Promise.”

  Finally they made it to the end of the field, nothing in front of them now but tall trees. A forest. The engine purred as they rolled to a stop. They were out of road. “Now what, Commander?”

  She couldn’t help using his title. She was getting irritated. There was no secret entrance. They were at a dead end. Had he been misleading her? Keeping her busy so she wouldn’t be able to do her job?

  “Do you see the clump of trees over there?” he said, pointing to three very large evergreens to the right.

  Isabella squinted, trying to see something, anything unusual about the trees. She wanted to believe in fairy tales and magic, but she just couldn’t. “Mmm hmm… don’t tell me… there’s a secret door that opens to another world, and all we have to do is open it and walk through.”

  “Close”—he nodded, his eyes twinkling with humor—“but there’s no door. You must accelerate straight into those trees.”

  Isabella gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, her palms suddenly clammy. Cold sweat beaded her forehead. Fear pounded through her veins. He wanted her to ram this beautiful, perfect car, into a bunch of trees? With the two of them still inside? “You’re joking, right?”

  “I do not see any other way in. My communication device is missing.”

  “Can’t we just knock? Punch in the super-secret code?” she asked, her voice sounding far more timid than she’d envisioned.

  Falden’s gaze settled on her lips. Intent. Focused. His large hand tunneled through her hair, pulling her toward him. His lips coaxed hers open.

  Instinctively, she leaned into the kiss, giving herself to him. Her eyes drifted shut as he took control, losing all track of time and space. She never wanted the kiss to end, knew she’d remember the moment forever. Falden was very, very dangerous.

  When he pulled back, his smile was pure mischief. “Hit the gas, Bella. Straight into the heart of those trees.”

  She looked at the trees, back to his grin. What the hell? She’d just had sex with an alien. And he was in the car with her. So… “Okay. But if we die, I’m going to haunt your ass for all eternity.”

  He chuckled. “Agreed.”

  She took a deep breath, wrapped her hands around the steering wheel and pressed down on the accelerator. All the way.

  If they were going to die, she didn’t want to suffer.

  The trees reared up like giants in front of the car. Isabella held the steering wheel straight and closed her yes, braced for impact.

  Nothing. One moment the car’s wheels were spinning in dirt and pine needles, the next it was like they weren’t moving at all.

  Cautiously, she peeked out from beneath her eyelids to see gray space. Walls. Artificial lights hanging from the ceiling of a very large tunnel. “What?”

  A sudden knock on the window yanked Isabella out of her shock, her heart slamming as she glanced from a grinning Falden to a grim faced guard on the other side of her door.

  Standing outside the car was a heavily armed, huge alien warrior. Where the fuck did he come from? Glancing around the deserted tunnel, a shiver raced down her spine. He’d appeared out of nowhere.

  She looked up at him through the open window and cleared her throat. She was definitely feeling rattled.

  “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to turn this car around and go back the way you—”

  Falden shifted forward so the guard leaning down to speak to her through the window would see him.

  “Commander.” The guard’s face registered deep shock, but his voice remained composed.

  “Cassiel, tell Bron to decloak and release the barrier. Alert King Dagan that I need an immediate audience with him in Dungeon Six.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The guard turned to wave at someone she couldn’t see, and a large gated entrance appeared where the before there had been nothing. And the eerie silence? Gone. Almost like the car had been trapped in a forcefield or something and now they were free.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed.

  “The gate is made of a special metal that is not found on your planet. The entrance is protected by electromagnetic forces strong enough to deflect or immobilize a human military attack. Once we’re through the gate, you must stop the vehicle.”

  Isabella’s eyes narrowed.
“So we didn’t crash. We got stuck inside some kind of alien force field? Wow. That’s some sense of humor you have, making me think we were about to kamikaze the trees. Real cute.”

  Falden watched her fume. Saw the gears shift in her mind and knew she was absorbing every detail, filing it away in case she needed it. She was adorable. Adorable and his.

  The punch to his arm was barely noticeable, but he doubted the female next to him would appreciate knowing that, so he decided not to tell her. His woman was feisty. With a half grin he decided a distraction would be better. He still needed answers from her, no matter how much he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her far from here. Far from the war they were fighting. “I am taking you to see King Dagan. You will tell him everything you refuse to share with me.”

  “You know it’s not like that.” She sighed. “You were passed out for almost thirty-six hours. As I told you this morning before you…before we…” She hesitated, unsure of what word to put in. Before they’d made love? Before they’d turned a one-night stand into a lovefest that lasted all freaking morning? Before…before…

  She tried again. “Look, as I was saying, I must talk to King Dagan. It’s really important. I have critical information for him that I was told not to share with anyone else. I thought you understood. You said it was fine, that you would help me.” She sighed and pulled slowly into the newly visible garage of some kind, the gate closing behind them. Fluorescent lighting flashed on, illuminating the interior, which was an oddly square box. She stopped as ordered and they waited.

  “King Dagan and I do not deal in secrets.”

  “Are you the king? Because if you’re not, I can’t tell you anything.”

  Falden’s fun at seeing her drive through the tree illusion had faded to nothing. She would trust a stranger, but not him. Not the Knight she’d spent two hours massaging with maju paste. Not the Knight who had made her scream in pleasure.