The Alien in My Kitchen

by Jan Irving

  “Yes.”

  “We shall see.”

  He pressed another button and the table moved, shifting me so I was suddenly on my hands and knees, facing him. He stepped into a U-shaped cubical and his hand slid down the silver front of his pants.

  I licked my lips, seeing he was not unmoved by my performance.

  “You wish to be my pet?” he asked me again in a ‘prove-it-to-me’ tone.

  He opened his pants, revealing his beautiful cock, long and hard and brushing against my lips. Before I could arch forward to take more of him, metal looped around my neck, holding my head immobile.

  His eyes were heavy lidded as he pressed his penis against my lips. “No, you can’t move. You can only hold still while I use your mouth.”

  He teased me, rubbing his erection against my lips as he paused to take a readout of my body. I could not hurry him, he seemed almost unaffected. Finally, he thrust into my mouth.

  I whimpered, crazed for the taste of him, crazed to come.

  He ignored my discomfort, rutting steadily while I could do nothing but take him, over and over. He paused every now and then, studying the constantly updating graph of our bodies.

  Finally his gloved hands tangled in my hair and he held onto my head as he thrust deeply, spilling inside me with a groan.

  I swallowed, sucking strongly so I could please him.

  He grunted as he pulled out, immediately turning back to his scientific analysis as I quivered, on edge.

  When he looked at me again, he gave me an affectionate ruffle of my hair. “You are a sufficient pet.”

  I felt something cold and metal against my neck and then hot pain. He’d marked me somehow.

  “You really need relief, don’t you?” His tone was indulgent. He reached down and removed the heavy crushing clip from around my cock and I moaned as I jetted obediently into his hand with the force of my release, spattering the metal table.

  “Good boy,” he said. “I have examined you and labelled you; you are now my pet.”

  I shot up in my bed, chest heaving, but this time not from a nightmare. Across the room Jaden stared at me, his eyes glowing. He was playing soft tones on my Hapi drum, which explained the source of the music in my dream.

  “You…got into my head. Created that fantasy,” I accused.

  “I wanted to give you ease from your nightmares.”

  “I need you for that.” I held out my hand and he didn’t need a second invitation. He

  was across the room in a second, yanking me onto the floor with him. Before I could kiss him, he pushed me so I was leaning against the frame of my bed.

  “Hold on,” he ordered.

  “Yes.” I was so close. “God, yes.”

  Jaden ripped my jeans off like they were paper. He opened my cheeks and I felt his warm tongue caress me, sliding up and down my crease as I shivered. He kept this up as I shifted restlessly, hot and needy while he took charge of my cock, working me without mercy.

  “Take me!” I wanted him in me, dominating me.

  More tearing sounds and then I felt him against my opening, slick and huge.

  I moaned as he penetrated me, his hands bruising my hips as he held me still. Sweat dampened the back of my neck and my hairline.

  I couldn’t hold back, widening my legs and tipping my backside up.

  He thrust deep inside and my nails bit into the blankets. I contracted around him, coming hard. “So good…” I moaned.

  I sagged against the bed, feeling his spend warm in my body, his hands stroking my back, his lips against my neck.

  “My pet,” he whispered.

  Chapter Twelve

  “No, no!” I gestured impatiently to Jaden. “Move it to the left. The left!” He gave me an impassive look to let me know he was at the end of his patience. I ignored him, going over to the heavy equipment he’d lugged around easily in my lab and began to assemble everything I’d need.

  “Do you need anything else moved?” His tone added your highness.

  I nearly laughed. Jaden was finally using sarcasm after two weeks cooped up with me. He was truly becoming human.

  “No. I want you to go out and get some food,” I ordered curtly. “This experiment has to

  work in freeing EZ.” I looked at my friend, who was still locked in her unearthly sleep, her

  face as serene as the statue of Quan Yin she kept in her apartment.

  “I have been sending in her college assignments as you asked,” Jaden said. I couldn’t be responsible for EZ falling behind. Jaden and I had been sharing the work.

  He actually seemed to be getting into it. If he managed to stick around would he change

  Jaden’s major into women’s studies?

  “I don’t like to leave you alone.” Jaden paused to check on EZ. My throat tightened

  because her skin was so pale. She looked like a perfectly preserved corpse.

  “We’ve been over this. You said it will take our opponent some time to regenerate.

  Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do…”

  Hurt moved over his face, but I didn’t soften. This was what it was like to live with a

  scientist. Sometimes I’d barely remember I shared a house with someone, never mind to

  shower or eat.

  “I won’t be long,” he sighed. “Chickpea curry again?”

  I nodded and instantly felt the absence of him in my house. He moved inhumanly

  quickly so I couldn’t delude myself he was just my cute boyfriend. I still had no idea how

  we’d reconcile things if we could deal with the problem of Mr X.

  No time to brood about Jaden. I picked up the cables I’d brought from the garage and

  began spreading them out carefully. I knelt, placing the last one beside EZ’s capsule. I felt a change in the room temperature.

  I looked up, seeing Mason standing in the door of my lab.

  “You’re wasting your time trying to wake her,” he said pleasantly. “It would take all of

  Jaden’s power to do it and he’d never reduce himself so much for a human.” I swallowed. “My time to waste.”

  “Not for long.” He was beside me in a heartbeat, hefting me by my T-shirt. “I should

  have dated you. If I’d known how badly you wanted sexual release, it would have been easy

  to get close to you.”

  I spat in his face.

  He slapped me. It was hard enough to send me crashing into the table holding EZ’s

  capsule. I gripped the edge so I didn’t fall on my ass. I could feel my face swelling from the

  force of his blow.

  He cocked a brow. “I think I want to hurt you. I want that quite a lot. Interesting.” “You can hurt me all you want, but don’t touch my friend,” I growled. “You don’t

  touch her.”

  “It would hurt you, if I killed her.” He looked at EZ.

  I rushed him. He caught my hand, crushing it in his grip. The bones broke like a brittle

  fan. I couldn’t keep from screaming—

  “Don’t you…touch her!”

  He dragged me to the capsule by the hair. Panting, I struggled but he was too strong,

  too fucking strong.

  “Jaden will stop you!”

  “Him.” He smiled. “He was much weaker than I’d anticipated. He got in a few blows

  that would be worrisome if I didn’t have just a human to contend with, but I ended him on

  my way to visit you. Bye-bye, boyfriend.”

  My eyes stung. “No,” I whispered.

  He reached out and laid his palm on EZ’s living tomb. Blue light sizzled, blossoming

  into red and orange and sparking into fireworks with Mason at the heart.

  “What?” He shoved me to my knees. “You are…unworthy.”

  The blast threw me across the room.

  “Mitch. Mitch-ell.”

  I opened my eyes. Pink. Brown. Annoyed. My vision coalesced into EZ glaring at me.
“Oh, Jesus. Get something on, will you?” I groaned.

  “Like I dream of you seeing me naked.” Her eyes filled.

  “Goddamnit, EZ. Goddamnit!” I crushed her into a hug, breathing in her scent, feeling

  that familiar crackle of vitality that was my best friend.

  “Close your eyes—”

  “Please…”

  “Now.”

  “All right. Fuck, I forgot how bossy you are.”

  She snapped her fingers and I knew what she wanted; I shrugged out of my torn T-shirt

  and handed it to her. “There you go, m’lady. Anything else from your humble worm of a servant?”

  “Who taught you to be so sarcastic?”

  “You did.”

  I opened one eye to see her grinning. “Good job!”

  “Yeah.” My voice was husky. “I have to check on Jaden…”

  “No need.” His voice was very deep as he took my mangled hand in his. Energy tingled, but it still hurt as the bones reknitted. I took deep, yogic breaths, but it didn’t do a damn thing for the pain.

  “What did you do?” EZ asked, looking around my scorched laboratory. “Jesus, Mitchell, it looks worse than one of Mallory’s crashed car sculptures in here.”

  “Simple jumper cables and my car’s battery.” I shrugged. “Sometimes the most basic science works the best. We channelled Mason’s energy into restarting you.”

  EZ laughed but then sobered as we watched Jaden kneel next to Mason’s body. “Is he, um?”

  “He is alive,” Jaden said and I felt a giant wave of relief. I hadn’t liked the risk to Mason but it had been the only way to free him and EZ.

  Jaden’s face tightened as he pressed his palm to the centre of Mason’s chest.

  “Why didn’t Mr X fight Jaden instead of wrecking your lab?” EZ asked. “I’d figure he would expect a big showdown.”

  “We gave him one. He wouldn’t have fallen for our trick if he’d thought Jaden hadn’t tried to take him on and failed.”

  “I did not like throwing my fight!” Jaden growled. “I could have defeated him.”

  I sighed. This was what Jaden and I had fought about the most when we’d come up with the plan.

  “I’m sure you put on a good show before you let him defeat you.” I swallowed because I hadn’t known if he’d come out of it unhurt.

  “Aw, you put aside your masculine pride for me.” EZ got up to go to Jaden and kiss his cheek.

  “Yes, for you. Our enemy had to believe we were not a threat.”

  Mason sat up, rubbing his head. He gave us a blank look. Oh, shit. Jaden had said there would not be much of his personality left after he’d been possessed so long.

  “Hey, I know you,” Mason said, gaze running over EZ. “Yoga chick. Nice pegs, girl.”

  “Jerk,” EZ muttered, then glared at Jaden. “I thought you were fixing him! You couldn’t add sensitivity?”

  Epilogue

  “God, that was amazing!” I huffed, falling back on the yoga mat in my lab where Jaden’s sweaty body covered mine. He hadn’t made a sound for a while. “Hey, you all right?”

  “You are a constant drain on my energy matrix,” he groaned. I grinned. I was getting very fond of Jaden’s energy matrix. “Yeah, I am, aren’t I? Did we really go to Bora Bora this time?”

  “I translocated us there,” Jaden said. “You said you wanted to make love on a beach.”

  “Yeah. Except I think I’ve got sand in my butt.”

  “I will look.” Jaden’s eyes filled with sparks as he sat up to turn me over.

  “No! If you do that, you’ll be late for class.”

  He stroked my ass and I thought maybe his being late wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “I will take away the residue of sand.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “With my tongue.”

  “Oh, Jesus…”

  He turned me over onto my stomach and knelt between my thighs. I felt his warm palms on my cheeks before he opened them and began to lick me. Slowly. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to be late for class, not that it was that big a deal. Jaden was still dabbling in arts classes until he decided what his new major would be. So far he had no interest in poetry.

  “You’re missing Women and Politics,” I grunted. “EZ will be pissed.”

  “Men are pigs.”

  I grinned. “She doesn’t say that as often now that Mason has worn her down enough to go out with him.”

  “She calls him a pig often in yoga class. You would know if you ever attended.”

  Oh, what he could do with that tongue. My body shuddered under each impact of its lash. “He was a persistent bastard, you have to give him that.” My toes curled, my nipples like aching star points.

  And then Jaden entered my spirit, gentle as the waves on the beach where we’d made out recently. I felt his mind mesh confidently with mine. He curled around me like a dragon, huge and powerful, glowing gold in the darkness. I wasn’t alone. Tears pricked my eyes at the shattering intimacy. How could I go back to never knowing someone the way I knew my unearthly lover? My thoughts drifted past like windy clouds and he knew them as he knew me.

  But the spirit merging wasn’t enough for us.

  He lifted my hips and thrust inside me, grounding me inside my body again. I looked back, seeing those dark heated eyes, that beautiful face that had haunted me even before he’d crashed into my life.

  “Don’t leave.” Jeez, pathetic much? But this thing with us was still so new. I didn’t want him to ever leave me. I didn’t give a damn about interstellar politics. I just wanted to keep my boyfriend.

  “I am your protector forever,” he gasped, face strained as he strove to please me. He surrounded me, his aura and his bigger body. I might as well have been bound and helpless under him. “Making love to you is like the true death.” He was letting me know he was as helpless as I was because of how he felt about me.

  “Jaden.” He meshed his fingers with mine as I came, the soul bond a starburst. “You will never be alone again, Mitchell.”

  After, I held him, arms wrapped tight around him. “Next time I’ll have to get some readings,” I mumbled. “I forgot again.”

  “My scientist.” He closed his eyes. “And I promised EZ I would film us.”

  “Jaden!”

  He laughed even when I slugged him. “I must rest and restore myself. My human wears me out.”

  I planned to do that for a very, very long time.

  Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:

  The Viking in My Bed

  Jan Irving

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Oh. That felt just toooo good.

  Warm lips on my sweet spot. A lot of guys had made the mistake of thinking my sweet spot was in the obvious location, but I have a thing for having my right armpit licked and suckled, right over this little mole.

  A soft beard scraped my skin with just the right amount of pressure. I shivered, arching my body.

  I was aware I was close to waking up, like a boat about to bump onto a beach, but the hand stroking my bare chest felt so good I didn’t want to. What was good about Thursday? Thursday was rain, midterms, coffee with Candy, and maybe I’d be able to squeeze in an hour boarding. Maybe.

  Thursday was not vivid blue eyes staring into mine. A wide, delighted smile, like a kid’s smile. Plump ribbons of braided blond hair that framed a tanned face. Miles of muscle that I was…stroking?

  I sat up.

  “Good. This will be better when you’re awake, yes, seiðmaðr?” a heavily accented voice boomed.

  He was so loud I covered my ears. The guy on top of me had a chest like a fog horn.

  “What are you doing?” I squeaked.

  I was naked. Since I’d moved into college residence, I could sleep naked, which saved a lot of time on laundry. My two other roommates were guys, so it’s not like I was going to offend their tender sensibilities.

  “I am making love to you, of course,” the gigantic blo
nd bellowed.

  “Stop shouting!” I yelled.

  He frowned, looking like a puzzled golden retriever. “You shouted.”

  “I live here!” I said with, I have to admit, very little logic. “Listen, Conan, can you get off me?”

  He was built like Arnie and he was squishing my legs into my bed. This had to be a set up. I wondered who wanted to yank my, uh, tail—which was hard enough to wag right now.

  But so was Conan’s.

  “I am not called Conan,” he told me stiffly.

  “Uh huh. So how much did my friends pay you?” He pushed back the blankets. His name might not be Conan, but if they made a rubber to fit his dick, it would be Conan-sized. I stared, my mouth watering.

  Focus, I scolded myself. Just because he has the kind of cock I’d love to suck, I mean love, going down as far as I could on the monster and holding those big rocks and squeezing them…

  Right, focus. I got out of bed and grabbed some briefs off the back of a chair.

  Conan got out of bed and stood there, hands on his hips, as naked as Michelangelo’s David.

  “Where’d you put your clothes?” I looked around, then sniffed. “Do you smell smoke?”

  “You ask a lot of questions,” he noted.

  “Is that a new kind of weed? What is that smell?” Had I left the boiler plate on again? Geez. It smelt like scorched earth in here. It hadn’t been that long since I’d done the laundry.

  “It is the mark of my passage to this world,” Conan said.

  Mark. I saw the hardwood floor was scuffed up. There was a burn on my fake wood wall and a seared heap of cloth that was a weird red colour. I stared at the wool, trying to figure out why it looked both familiar and strange. Oh, it had been dyed with raw madder. I’d helped Mom mix that natural dye for her weaving projects. I picked up the cloth, seeing fragments of a round neckline and cuffs with metal links featuring a snarling animal face. Wow. Mom would be really into this. I was about to ask Conan where he got the shirt when I noticed something else…

  “Oh no, my graphic!” The new knot design I’d finished the night before was scorched, the paper curled. Damn. I stuffed it carefully in my messenger bag. Maybe I could photocopy the design. I wanted to show it to my prof later today.