Page 11 of Her Alien Prince
She moaned, releasing her hold on my kan as she wrapped her arms around my neck instead. The thrum of her touch on my kan was gone, but, strangely, that warmth still gathered through my limbs and settled deep in my loins. My cock throbbed, and the more she rubbed herself against me the more the pressure built up inside.
"If you keep going, you're going to make me come," I warned her.
She moaned, "Don't stop."
A fire ignited in me, and I grabbed her ass to help her gain more pressure against my cock and heighten her stimulation. I adjusted my hold and slipped one hand under her to press my finger at her sheath from behind. Rubbing my middle finger in time with her own thrusts, I finally sank it into her flesh as she screamed her release.
"Mine," I’d heard her in my mind. As the walls of her insides clamped around my finger, I imagined my own cock buried deep within. I pulsed, shooting a stream of my essence that warmed my skin as it dripped down my shaft. My knotting scales were locked, and quivering.
“Fuck,” I moaned before kissing her fiercely once more. "You can have me, Kansa," I thought through the bond.
This wasn't what I meant to do when I sought her out, but I’d heard her. I knew I heard her through the bond; she called me hers. She was claiming me, and yet, after I replied, there was nothing. The loh on her forehead were not glowing anymore, and her leg slowly retracted itself from my hip as she slid away from me, adjusting her skirts.
She flushed a gorgeous green hue in her cheeks as she glanced away, not being able to look me in the eye. My stomach recoiled at the sight of her retreating within herself.
I did not want this, I thought. I wanted acceptance, not shame. Feeling the way her arms loosened around my neck, I released her, allowing her back on her feet. There was a chill on my skin from her absence. Was my mind messing with me? Did I imagine her in my mind, simply because I wished for it? A hollowness filled my chest where once there was warmth.
This was a trick, I thought. I was so sure she was my kansa, and was willing to create a kantos with her, despite the importance of needing to have a treaty with Estreldez. My excretions became sticky within my leather greaves, and it mimicked my discomfort both outside and inside the situation I’d put myself in.
What did I expect from an estreld? They weren't all that dissimilar from the female warriors of my hive. They would not stay with a mate unless they continued to be of use to them.
I had to refocus my efforts and make sure peace was secured for Krelis and Estreldez. The only way to do that was to replace my mother with a new queen. She was set on taking control of Estreldez the direct way... by force. Straining against my own instincts to spray Mabel with my musk, I backed away. Yet my hand remained on her waist, bringing her with me. A sudden guilt filled me, knowing that I had come to Estreldez for the mate who had won over my Chief of Trade, and had been drinking my own home-brewed nectar in preparation of my offer to be my queen.
An awkward smile lifted the corner of Mabel’s mouth as she faked a chuckle. I cleared my throat, and removed my hand quickly, realizing she did not wish to have my touch any longer. I had served my purpose. The only thing I had left that I knew she wanted from me would not be accomplished easily, and I refused to make a kantos sack with someone that did not want more from me. More than this.
Luan had already proven our compatibility by accepting my nectar in trade for months now, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from giving Mabel another chance to accept the sacred bond of being chosen by the Goddess Lenkal.
"Should you change your mind about my conditions, I will give you more than a sample of what I have totrade." A snarl escaped at the word trade. I hadn't meant to reveal my distaste for any transaction regarding what I could share with her, but if that was what it took to have her give me the time necessary to show her what it meant to be a kansa mate, I'd accept it.
Kansa mates were rare and given a chance to share that bond was worth swallowing my pride. Worth pretending Luan was my mate for the sake of both our planets. A selfless krelin would dismiss this bond, and fully commit to the queen that would free my planet. But I wanted more.
"How generous of you," she snarled back. It was obvious by her tone that she was being sarcastic. My jaw ticked as I gave her a strained smile.
I was saved from having to find a way to divert her attention away from the growing tension thickening the air when the shuttle entered the moon's atmosphere. Mabel lost her footing and stumbled forward, grabbing onto my armored vest for purchase. My wings created a gust behind us to counteract the jolt, and I then strapped her in the chair for landing, trying my best to avoid unnecessary touch.
This was for the best, I thought bitterly. I had become distracted from the one female that cared enough about krelins to get to know them, and support peace. Perhaps Luan was on Bina this very moment assisting Ong with a smooth exchange.
"Where are you going?" Her voice squeaked and I could almost pretend she actually cared for my company.
"To secure my escort. He isn't strapped into his chair." Turning away, I dismissed myself from her presence to go make sure Gaven didn't get tossed around as we acclimated to the new gravity of the moon.
It was foolish to believe a kansa mate existed, and that a krelin born from someone like my mother should be considered blessed enough to have one. Time was better focused on what I came here for. I had to let go of the attraction I felt for this estreld female. I had thought I felt that same attraction to Luan before I even met her face-to-face and that’s what I needed to go back to. Luan was kind to my Chief of Trade, she drank the nectar of my own making, and she would be the queen Krelis needed to survive what was coming.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mabel
CHURNING, BUZZING, MYwhole body was on fire from where Trent had touched me. My clit still throbbed and vibrated like it was begging me to grab those deft fingers and return them to their previous workings. Fuck, I was so screwed.
I knew by the burn in my shoulders that I had dropped my eggs for him, meaning the only thing I could take from him were those deft fingers. Anything else would be too risky. Without a guarantee that he would create a kantos sack for me, I couldn't go anywhere near the hardened length I’d rubbed against for release. I flushed thinking about how large he was beneath his pants, and there was a flutter of movement that wasn't his fingers as I came on his hand and on the front of his pants. I blanched knowing that Gaven would see the evidence of what I’d done. He would report me to Almder in a heartbeat.
Was this it for me? I'd never convince Almder to let me keep my position as an M.R. advisor if this was how I behaved. It would be too dangerous, and it spoke of my lack of control around potential compatible mates. The shuttle rumbling from bouncing off the moon's atmosphere distracted me from my spinning thoughts. Trent had yet to return to the crew cabin, and I could hear the whirr of the airlocks decompressing as we docked at the station.
The moon was empty aside from the space station orbiting around it for trade transports. It was basically a large port to connect ships and facilitate loading and unloading of goods without ever having anyone unauthorized be granted access to Estreldez directly. It mitigated the risks of trading with species such as the krelin, who have been known to be aggressive in their negotiations and have been responsible for hostile invasions in the past.
Krelins have taken over planets, I reminded myself, and I was humping one of them like a rabid hergslat that hadn't eaten in weeks.
What was wrong with me?
