Alien Bond

by Tracy Lauren

  “Open my mind? Are we about to do drugs right now, Mire?” she gasps, feigning coyness. I notice that she does not decline and it causes me to chuckle.

  “Drem is not a drug either…perhaps it has no analog in your culture,” I suggest. “I promise there are no adverse effects.”

  “Okay,” she answers, sounding giddy.

  “If I knew how badly you wanted this respite I would have brought it to you sooner,” I tease.

  “Sorry,” she apologizes. “Those Vendari boys are just so straight-laced, there’s never any alcohol in the village. It’s a shame. I think a glass of wine at dinner would do everyone some good.”

  I pull out the cap and pour a few drops from the bottle into the hollowed-out lid, offering it first to Mel. She pauses before she brings it to her lips, “I’m still pissed about the whole Kellan thing by the way. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that,” she warns before tossing back the opalescent liquid. I smile at the way she wrinkles her nose as she drinks.

  “I must admit, I do not understand your reaction. You and the others certainly seemed upset,” I point out, refilling the lid and sipping from it.

  “Seriously? Don’t you think some things are meant to be private?”

  “Of course I do. I am the most private male on this planet.”

  “Okay, so what the hell? You don’t see a problem here?”

  “How else was Kellan to know what was bothering Reagan?” I counter, offering Mel another serving.

  “Wow…this stuff is good,” she says of the drink. “Weird and kind of milky, but good. Anyway, he could’ve just asked her.”

  “And if she was not forthcoming?”

  “At that point he could have either joined the group or minded his own damn business. If Reagan doesn’t want to share that piece of herself with Kellan she has no obligation to do so.”

  “Yet he is obligated to her,” I point out.

  “No…no he isn’t.”

  “Of course he is. His brother used her. It was a shameful thing.”

  “What happened between Rad and Reagan had nothing to do with Kellan.”

  I shake my head. “I do not agree with you on this.”

  “Just because you and Gile are all about the Big Love doesn’t mean everyone else on this planet is.”

  “That is not what I mean. The Vendari and Nev don’t have the same mating bonds Sovolians do. It comes down to responsibility. Rad acted shamefully and is no longer here to offer penance for his behavior. As his brother, Kellan is responsible for the debt owed to Reagan. It would be disgraceful for him to not honor it.”

  Mel frowns at me. “And if Reagan doesn’t want it? What, she’s now obligated to take Kellan’s aid just because she made the mistake of hooking up with his brother?”

  I think it over for a moment. “No, she is not obligated, but denying it brings further shame to Kellan.”

  “That’s not fair to Reagan. No one should put that burden on her shoulders.” Mel shakes her head in dismay. “I appreciate the honor code you all seem to live by, I really do, but this could have been avoided if Kellan just spoke to Reagan from the start. She could have told him what she needed—if she needed anything at all.”

  I see the logic in Mel’s line of thinking, I really do. But I also know how hard it can be when one’s feelings are involved. “It is not always easy to talk about matters of the heart.”

  “You think Kellan’s heartbroken over his brother?” Mel asks. I scoff and shake my head.

  “Kellan’s heart belongs to Reagan.” How does she not see this?

  “What? You’re crazy!” Mel giggles, slapping at my shoulder. Her hand lingers there as she leans into me and laughs. The Drem is starting to take effect. As her laughter dies away she seems to lose track of the conversation and looks around the garden with awe. “Mire…it’s so beautiful here.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  Mel stands and makes her way to the rough crystal that once marked the center of the garden. She seems to be taking inventory of herself. “I feel…good. A little tingly but otherwise…just sort of happy and content. And when I breathe…the air feels different inside me, like it’s cooler or something.”

  “Do you feel better?”

  Mel turns and smiles at me. The way she looks at me warms my soul. “I do feel better, thank you,” she answers, leaning against the crystal and looking up at the sky. “You really think Kellan is into Reagan?” Her voice is calm and relaxed.

  “Into?” I scoff. It is a strange way to describe love.

  “But it isn’t like he’s Awakened to her, right?”

  “That you would have to ask Kellan. But he watches her often and I see the look in his eyes.”

  Mel frowns. “Poor Kellan. Hell, poor Reagan. I don’t know what I’m going to do about her.”

  I rise and follow her to the crystal. Mel’s brow looks troubled and I reach over to smooth it with my thumb. “It is not your job to worry over such things. Not right now at least.”

  “I’m still angry with you, you know that, right?”

  “Then you have not yet had enough Drem.” I pass her the bottle, but rather than taking it her hand grips mine. And we stay like that for a while, with Mel gazing at her fingers on my skin. Finally, I put the bottle aside and link my fingers with hers. She plays with my touch, her small fingers exploring my larger hand.

  “All the Drem in the world wouldn’t make it okay to hurt someone,” she tells me regretfully.

  “Have I hurt you, Mel?”

  She frowns at my words. “No. But I don’t want to hurt you. Or Gile. You know that right?”

  “I do.” I trace my fingers up the length of her arm and she breathes deep, focusing on my touch. I take it as encouragement and gently caress the cords of her neck and her delicate collar bone.

  “Has Gile told you about the mate I had on Earth? That he left me for another woman?”

  “He was a fool.”

  “I won’t argue with that. But the point is, I don’t ever want to make you or Gile feel the way I did when Gary told me he was sleeping with someone else. To think that all that time I needed him and he was giving his love to another woman.” She shakes her head at the memory. “I mean, how would you really feel if Gile and I had sex?”

  “Aroused.”

  Mel blinks as if surprised by my answer and then breaks into peals of laughter, swatting at me. I stifle a growl of longing at her touch. I want nothing more than those soft hands of hers to linger against my skin.

  “Yeah right! Are you really trying to tell me you wouldn’t be jealous?”

  “I would only be jealous if you did not make love to me also.”

  “And if you saw us kissing?”

  My cock twitches at the thought. She is trying to drive me to insanity with all this talk of sex and kissing…

  “I would look for another place on your body to shower with the same affection. If Gile had your lips, perhaps I might take your neck.” I palm her there for emphasis and Mel’s eyes grow heavy-lidded. It makes me feel bold and I venture to push the limits a little further, praying that she wants me as badly as I need her. “Or your breasts.” I drag my hand over one rounded mound of flesh and she sucks in a gasp as I knead her there. She doesn’t reach up to still me. Instead she arches her back, leaning into my touch.

  “You don’t know how good that feels,” she says breathily, closing her eyes. But I think I do. It feels damned good to me as well. And to show her I lean in, licking at her neck. It causes Mel to choke out a breathy whimper. My cock grows hard and I press it against her side.

  “Mire, we can’t,” she breathes, gripping my wrist.

  “You wish for me to stop?”

  “Well…no. But we should.”

  “Remind me why?”

  “Because people will talk.”

  “People will talk regardless of what we do.”

  “What about Gile?”

  “Gile is quite the talker himself, I’m surprised you hav
en’t noticed.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” She laughs.

  “Ah, you worry about his feelings. I could always send him a comm and tell him to join us.”

  “Don’t you dare!” she gasps, her eyes going wide.

  “That’s right. You did not want to be between us. Then I will take you first and whenever you’re ready you can call on Gile.”

  “Mire!” she reprimands, her voice filled with laughter. But I notice she offers no more excuses. So, I lean into her neck once more, biting at her gently. She moans again and one soft human hand slides up over my shoulder. Just that simple motion has my sac growing tight and I devour her neck, ravenous for my mate. She clings to me, fighting back her sounds of pleasure as if unwilling to admit them even to herself.

  “I enjoyed kissing you the other day,” I confess, nuzzling her and letting my hand wander down to her ass. When I grip her there, she spreads her legs just enough to allow me to fit between them. With her back up against the crystal I hoist her higher. Gone are her feeble words of protest. She wraps her legs around my waist and parts her lips, closing her eyes and waiting. She expects me to kiss her, but I speak instead.

  “I have thought of it often these past days.” Gently, I knead her ass and in response she wraps her arms around my neck. I can feel her fingers teasing the short bristle of my hair.

  “So have I,” she admits, her breath hitching.

  “And do you touch yourself when you think of it?”

  Mel flushes and her eyes go wide.

  “You’re blushing. There should be no embarrassment in the pleasure we bring each other, my mate.”

  “I’m not your mate, Mire,” she says regretfully. I growl angrily at her words, wanting to prove her wrong. So I grip her hips and grind her against my cock. She gasps again and clings to me.

  “You have not given an answer,” I point out, bringing my face close to hers. She rests her nose against mine and our lips graze, but I refuse to kiss her—not until she is begging for more. “Tell me, Mel, do you touch yourself when you think of our kiss? When you think of my tongue inside you, penetrating the warmth of your mouth? Do you pump your fingers into your cunt until it’s wet and dripping?”

  She whimpers and I grind my cock against her once more. This time she writhes against me, rocking her hips to mimic lovemaking. It drives me to the edge of sanity and I want nothing more than to push inside of her, but before that, I want her to admit that she feels what I do.

  “Do you think of all the places you’d like my tongue? Are you desperate to know what it might feel like?”

  “Mire…” she whimpers, but still she refuses to say the words I long to hear. I take it as a challenge.

  Growling, I confess my desire. “Every day since our kiss, I picture you in my mind and I stroke my cock to the thought of your taste on my tongue. Your lips were so sweet, Mel, but I long to taste your pussy.”

  “Oh fuck…that is not fair,” she complains, still rocking her hips against my cock. Wanting more, I yank the front of her shirt roughly. It falls open, exposing her breasts. She gasps in shock but does nothing to cover herself. As a matter of fact, she arches her back, offering herself to me. I grip one breast mercilessly in my hand and take the rosy tip of the other into my mouth.

  Mel’s little mewling sounds turn into screams of pleasure. “Oh God, yes! Mire… It’s been so long since…I… I want this so bad!”

  I reach between us and tear open my pants. Mel’s panting is loud and frantic.

  “We shouldn’t…” she echoes, but her heart is not in it and she licks her lips as she stares down at my cock.

  I lay her on the mossy ground and pull her boots free, tossing them aside. But when I get to her pants I’m only able to pull them around her knees before I grow distracted by the glistening folds of her cunt.

  I can smell her; my mate is dripping with arousal and I can wait no longer. I push her knees to her chest and bury my tongue in her sweetness. She screams out, reaching between her legs to grip my head. She locks me against her cunt as if she cannot bear the thought of me pulling away. As if I would.

  Mel is delicious against my tongue, her sex hot and slick. I imagine what it will feel like to slide my cock through her wetness and press into her. I growl at the thought, spreading her pussy to expose her clit. I tongue her there hungrily while Mel mutters a litany of senseless words. She may as well be speaking in tongues as I eat her pussy and it makes me proud to bring my woman such pleasure. But I want my pleasure too, so I pull away and run my fingers up and down along her slit.

  “I want to hear it, Mel. Tell me you touch yourself while thinking of me.”

  She grabs my wrist and forces my hand, driving one thick finger into her core. It makes a wet smacking sound as I pump in and out. Still, she’s silent and I bite at the back of her thigh, letting her know I mean business.

  “Fine! I can’t stop thinking about you. Both of you. I think of all the nasty things I want you to do to me and how fucking good it would feel if I just let it happen. But I can’t, we can’t!” she laments as she bucks against me.

  “Do you say my name as you cum?”

  She opens her eyes and the look she gives me is a heated scowl. “Of course I do.”

  “Good. You will do it again today when you cum for me.”

  “I’m so close,” she whines. The admission makes me pull my hand away.

  “Mire!”

  I tsk at my mate. “When you cum it will be on my cock.”

  I yank her pants the rest of the way down and she eagerly helps kick them off. I shove her opened shirt past her shoulders and pull her against me. My mate, my delicious and sexy mate. I breathe in her scent and devour her soft neck, digging my hands into her hair.

  “Kiss me, Mire,” she begs. I’ve never heard words so sweet. I take her lips and wonder if she can still taste her arousal on my tongue.

  Mel’s hands tug on my pants, she wants them down. I rise to pull them off and my naked mate stares up at me with a look of awe in her eyes. Her lips are swollen from my kisses and her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath. Her eyes are locked onto my cock.

  “God, yes,” she gasps, reaching for me without hesitation. I’m surprised by her forwardness. Up until now she had still been clinging to her weak protests. It seems those have gone to the wayside however and I suck in a breath as she grips me. I expect my mate to stroke me, but instead she sucks my thick cock into her mouth. My shoulders bow and I clench my teeth.

  Mel keeps two hands wrapped tightly around the base of my cock as she sucks at my manhood. I gently push her hair back so that I may watch her face as she works me. I have never seen a more arousing sight and my sac tightens in response. But I refuse to spend my seed in her mouth. No, I will save it all for that tight little cunt of hers.

  “I want to be inside you, Mel,” I groan, getting ever closer to the edge. She releases me, nodding hungrily in agreement. I drop to my knees as my mate lies back on the moss and she spreads her legs wide.

  “You look so beautiful right now,” I tell her reverently. She bites her full bottom lip and smiles up at me.

  I align my cock against her core, ready to fuck her, but she places a gentle hand on my chest. “You know this doesn’t mean we’re mates, right? This is just a one-time thing.”

  I push into her and she screams in ecstasy, throwing her head back. “We shall see,” I tell her, but she doesn’t hear me. Mel is a loud one and she raises her hips to meet each of my thrusts. Her pussy grips me tightly, dripping wetness down my heavy balls as they ram against her ass. Soon, we are both slick with arousal and I watch her breasts shake obscenely as we move together. It is too enticing a sight to not reach out and touch them. So I palm one large mound, kneading her soft flesh, before teasing her nipple.

  Mel’s lips become frozen in an O and I see her hand reaching between her legs. She finds her clit and circles it with her fingers. Angrily, I bat her hand away. “Mine,” I growl, slicking my finger
s through her juices and bringing them to her clit. It doesn’t take long after that.

  “Oh fuck, Mire, I’m going to cum for you,” she manages to say through clenched teeth.

  “Tell me who brings you pleasure,” I demand.

  “Mire!” she screams, her voice sounding raw. Then her pussy trembles around me, spasming as her orgasm rocks her. The sensation is like nothing I have ever felt before. It pushes me over the edge and I breathe her name as I fill her with my cum.

  Our mutual thrusts slow to a halt and I collapse, rolling my mate atop me so that I remain sheathed in her cunt. Panting, she rests her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her.

  “That was amazing,” she commends, and I chuckle in agreement, stroking her hair as it splays out over my shoulder. Mel delivers small kisses to my chest and I feel her pink tongue darting out to lap up my sweat. I groan and my cock twitches, desperate to surge back to life so that I may fuck her again. My precious mate.

  Chapter 22

  Mel

  Mind. Blown.

  God damn, it has been so long since I’ve been laid. And never, never in my life have I ever been fucked like that.

  It’s a shame it can’t happen all the time. Hell, it’s a shame I can’t give Gile a test drive too. But this tryst with Mire is as gluttonous as I’ll allow myself to be. Sure, a little sex can be fun and games, but when feelings come into play, that’s when people start getting hurt. That’s when hearts start breaking.

  And I can’t do that. I really can’t.

  “Didn’t we come here to talk?” I ask Mire.

  “You did a lot of talking. I did not understand much of it, but you were definitely talking.”

  “Be quiet you,” I tell him with a playful swat to his chest. I suppose I did get pretty loud.

  “Now you want me to be quiet? Make up your mind, woman, I thought you wanted to talk,” he teases.

  “Very funny. When’d you turn into the comedian?”

  “You didn’t know? I’m the funny one,” Mire says proudly. I can’t quite tell if he’s kidding or not, so I prop myself up to look at his face. His eyes are lit in a way I’ve never seen and I scrutinize him for a moment before we both crack up laughing.