Page 29 of Alien King Crashes the Wedding

“Yes, my love.” Sasha smiled shyly. She wanted his body, craved him desperately. She arched her hips, loving the way he way his cock rubbed her in exactly the right spot deep inside her. “More. Harder.”

“As you wish.” Dagan nipped her lip with his teeth and obeyed his queen’s command, setting a punishing rhythm that quickly sent them both over the edge.

Dagan rolled to the side and tucked Sasha beneath his shoulder. She fit perfectly. They both let out a contented sigh and held each other close for a few minutes. “We need to talk about what happened. I want you to understand,” he rumbled.

“Why?” she asked, an adorable little pout forming on her lips. “Can’t we rest for a bit? A week, maybe?”

“Don’t scowl at me,” he teased. “You know what happened the last time you agreed to something you didn’t understand.”

Sasha scrunched her little nose and smiled sweetly. “Yes. I think that’s a win for my side, don’t you?”

“A win for both of us, but you nearly gave me heart failure in your hotel room. I think that definitely deserves a good spanking, maybe even with a paddle.” Dagan winked mischievously. He loved to see the fire in her eyes as her temper flared.

“No! I have only one word for that nonsense! Capital N-O!” Sasha gritted. “A near death experience excuses me from all future spankings, especially those with paddles.”

“I can’t ever see you go through that again,” Dagan replied in a suddenly serious tone, without even a hint of his previous teasing.

Sasha nodded to show that she understood and squeezed his hands. Their eyes connected for a long, soul-searching moment before Dagan finally resumed his instruction. “The orb was not of Caldorian origin, and I was unaware of its full potential. We are both new to ‘The Yielding’. All I really know at this point is that it somehow joined our life-forces together. Do you understand?” Dagan breathed deeply and squeezed Sasha’s hands, “I almost lost you once. I don’t want to lose you later to regret.”

Sasha smiled lovingly. “I’m sure that I love you, Dagan, and I’m sure about us.”

Dagan threaded their fingers together. “Sasha Montgomery, my heart belongs to you.”

Sasha gasped. She could actually feel the intensity of Dagan’s love pouring into her. Filling her. It was powerful. Deep. Everlasting.

“Dagan Tiranon,” Sasha began as tears of joy overflowed, “my heart belongs to you.

“I can feel you, Sasha,” Dagan rumbled deep in his chest, his voice filled with awe. “I can feel everything. I can feel your love and your happiness. I can feel the fears you keep hidden and the power coursing through every fiber of your being.”

“I can feel you, too, Dagan. Your love and commitment. Your fear of losing me. It’s so intense, I can hardly breathe. And pain? You’re hiding pain? I don’t understand.” Sasha trembled as a single tear slid down her cheek. She sat up and tucked the sheet around her. “What are you hiding?”

Dagan pulled her back into his arms just as he felt a pinch on his left arm. He looked down and watched in surprise as a new marking carved its way around his forearm, around his wrist and ending in a beautiful swirl in the center of his palm. The swirls and whorls weren’t blue, like the rest of his markings. No. They looked like Sasha’s and sparkled with the same crystalline fire.

Sasha gasped and traced her fingers over his new markings. “They’re beautiful, Dagan. And they look just like mine! Is it normal to get markings like the other person?”

“I’ve never heard of it happening before. But you are unique, which makes us unique. And you’re human, so who knows? Does it bother you?”

She smiled weakly, still disturbed by the unknown pain that lingered through their bond. “I love it. Everyone will know that you belong to me, too, now.”

“Always.” Dagan replied and kissed her until she clung to him, wanting more.

“Mmph. Wait! I need to call Rachel,” she moaned, not wanting the kiss to end but suddenly desperate to see her best friend, a feeling of dread overcoming her desire. “Does she know I’m awake yet?” Sasha nudged his hard chest just as anguish washed through her. “Ah! What’s happening?” she cried, clutching at her chest as another wave of pain washed through her.

Dagan tensed. She went deathly still at the sudden change in his demeanor. The bleakness she saw in his gaze. He tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“What’s wrong?” Sasha held her breath, silently willing Dagan to speak. When he continued to stroke her hair, all her inner warning bells blasted her and the hair on the back of her neck prickled. “Oh no,” she whispered. “Is it the baby? Did something happen to the baby?” Tears slid unchecked down her cheek. “Rachel came to see me. She was outside the door.” Sasha gasped for air, “Please tell me I didn’t kill her baby.”

“He was delivered early, but he is doing well,” he said, taking a deep breath before adding, “Ashlyn has been caring for him.”

Sasha chilled at the implication, fear constricting her throat, “Oh, no. No. No. No.” She shook her head. “Where’s Rachel?” she cried. “And Cam? What happened?”

Dagan sat down on the bed, careful to keep Sasha locked in his arms. He took her hands and stroked his thumbs over each knuckle and answered gruffly, “The Vilitos got through the shields protecting Earth. Someone betrayed us,” he growled, “and shut down the shield from the inside. With our shields disrupted, their ships moved in and most of the damage was done before we had a chance to react.” Dagan clenched his jaw in fury, remembering every vivid detail. “We’re still trying to figure out who did it, and if they survived the attack. We’re doing our best to move forward, but the base commander was killed, and without his leadership, it’s taking longer.

“Oh no!” she cried.

“They attacked the base with directed-energy weapons. DEW cannons. We lost over a thousand warriors and nearly as many humans before we stopped them. We have hundreds of warriors on my ship, all injured. I don’t know how many will make it. We lose a few more every day,” he said bleakly.

Sasha put a trembling hand to her mouth, horrified, nauseated by the bile rising from the pit of her stomach. “No. Not Rachel, too. They can’t be dead. Please, God, no.”

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