Page 52 of Her Alien Savior
“We are one,” he said immediately in a husky tenor, nipping at my lips.
Almost, I thought. I pushed his chin to the side, pressing his face against the wall as I licked up jaw to his ear. “Say it,” I gritted once more. The bulge of his cock poked into my stomach, and my thighs clenched, but I wouldn’t surrender to our needs until he agreed to what I needed from him.
He refused to accept what I knew to be our new truth, that he wouldn’t be doing this on his own. It was as one, or not at all. Direl’s fangs came out, and he grabbed under my ass, lifting my thigh up over his waist, spinning me around to swap positions. My back slammed into the wall where I once held him, and he sniffed up my neck and into my hair with a growl. His hard length pressed into my crotch, and I mewled as his other hand traveled up my side gripping my breast. A thumb rubbed over my peaked nipple, and then he gently gripped my throat with a little tug to expose my neck more to his mouth as he traced his fangs down my skin.
“Admit it,” I hissed at him, as he undid my pants with painfully slow fingers, taking his time. His thumb slipped along my chin, and pressed into my panting mouth, my tongue greeting it with a measured thrust before I sucked it between my teeth and played with it. He moaned and I grinned devilishly, knowing exactly what I was doing to him, because I felt it. That warmth and pulse of need making my pussy ache to be touched. The fabric separating us was too much to handle. I needed to feel as if there was nothing between where I ended, and he began. I needed him inside of me. Then his other hand moved under my thigh and within my loosened pants. His fingers finding the heat between my legs and sliding between my folds.
Up and down, I moaned as I moved my hips against his hand. Two fingers pressed at my entrance, and I hissed with need. Direl nipped at my ear and whispered with gravelly lust, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you shatter with my name upon your lips, Pulsunne.” He pushed, and I sucked in a breath as his fingers thrust inside of me with my walls quaking around them.
“I would die for you,” he said with gritty demand that I give him more as he thrust in and out of my heat, and I panted, clinging to his shoulders. Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear. I needed him. Now, that I had him I didn’t want to think of a day that I wouldn’t. He was mine. And he wasn’t allowed to die. His fingers curved, petting the inside of my walls as he moved. His hand rocked up and down, as a third finger rubbed between my lips, pressing against my clit with every swipe. Direl’s hips ground into me, giving a firm surface to arch against. His cock strained in his pants, and I needed the barrier gone between us.
Understanding my need for him, he hastened his movement inside of me, and I shuddered a sharp release, crying out his name. He slowed his pace and milked my orgasm with languished pulses before he withdrew his hand and sucked the come off his fingers with a moan.
With deliberate movements he pulled his pants off and stood before me erect, and his eyes dilated with a dark need.
“I would kill for you,” he growled menacingly as he positioned his cock in the divot at my entrance, then rubbed my juices along his shaft. The little epul nodes pulsed in and out, a slight vibration making me shiver with anticipation. Then his thick cock pushed inside, and I stretched around him, feeling the fullness of him as his muscles twitched, and his neck strained to control himself, to go slow.
“Pulsunne,” he huffed and panted as he withdrew and slammed into me, grabbing my ass and sinking deep. He pounded in and out, faster, and faster until my screams were silent, and I bit down hard on his shoulder, my fangs piercing him as my orgasm ravaged through my body. More, I needed everything from him. But more than anything I needed exactly what he gave me next.
“I live for you,” he roared and sunk his fangs into my neck as his epul nodes along his cock shuddered and knotted within me. Hot jets of his release warmed my belly. I throbbed and tensed up as my body stopped functioning, and nothing existed but him and me and this completeness that shattered my soul.
Chapter twenty-two
Riley
Natecouldn’tlookmein the eyes when we exited the shuttle, and I was pretty sure the lavatory wasn’t as soundproofed as he had hoped, but I didn’t care. I was too happy to give a shit about propriety. I had my mate, and I had my brother returned from the dead. Nothing else mattered but Direl’s promise to live for me. For us.
I was getting sleepy again and yawned.
Direl was at my side immediately, scooping me up into his arms.
“I can walk,” I insisted as we approached the palace.
“You can.” Direl grunted like he was uncomfortable telling me something and this made my happy mood fade a bit. I glared at him, and he huffed. “You do not wish to have spawn, and if you go to sleep again, you may not wake until my seed has rooted. I will carry you to preserve your energy, so you may stay without preparing for creating new tribe members.” He furrowed his brow like this took extra effort for him to be okay with not having a family. I felt bad that I’d said I didn’t want children with him, but I just wasn’t ready yet.
“That’s not how things work with humans,” my brother interrupted. “She doesn’t need to sleep to carry a baby.”
“Is this true?” he asked me with curiosity. I laughed and wished I were standing so I could punch my brother in the gut. I had a feeling the reason why necia warriors required the female to sleep for a pregnancy to take was because of the virus that was ruining fertility all over the universe. But there was probably something to the whole sleeping thing and allowing the body time to fertilize an egg. Technically, humans worked the same way. Sperm stuck around for a while and if a girl was resting, nothing was falling out while the body fertilized. I guess there was some logic to that.
Why was I thinking about this? Did I change my mind already? I mean the idea of having a little Direl running around was cute, and knowing I couldn’t have a family made me crave one for myself. But, now that I might be able to… I didn’t know. I guessed; I was more of the philosophy of if it happened it happened.
I yawned again. There was definitely some kind of sedative inducer in Direl’s epul or his sperm that made me sleepy. Don’t fall asleep, I repeated to myself and pushed from Direl’s hold even though I loved being in his arms. “If you don’t let me walk, I’m going to fall asleep in your arms.” He placed me down gently.
We passed several trill sentries guarding the palace. A trill guard in front of the large circular building made of what appeared to be mirrors and glass put their pinky to their forehead and nodded to me in greeting.
“The dirt is but an open path until one has made their mark in passing,” the trill offered their assistance in being directed somewhere upon our arrival. Lifting my own pinky to my forehead, I looked up at the sky and gave them my acceptance.
“In many we rise,” I said in Trillix. The trill seemed to brighten at my reply and tapped their ear requesting another to take their place at their station. He eyed Direl and Nate with a hesitant smile and placed a pinky to the forehead and bowed to them each in turn.
“Bless the Goddess Lumei. It pleases me to see some respect by a visiting species and to hear my own tongue not echoed in my translator. Come with me, human. I am called Ma-Lex, a servant of the House of Drel, a diplomat of foreign species.”
He offered me his name, and I maintained eye contact while offering my own name in return, “Riley of Earth, in many we rise.”
But Direl and Nate did not do the same. Direl corrected with a grunt, “RileyfromEarth, of House of Nel, tribe of Necias Prime, under diplomatic waiver.”
His eyes softened and with a sharp toothy smile the trill guard corrected me kindly, ignoring the gruff of my mate, “It is not necessary to use the saying twice in a greeting. Another proverb of ours is in Earthling translated to something like, be kind to my honor. To use the name with care.”
“I’d love to learn it,” I said excitedly, almost forgetting why I was here. Everything was so overwhelming, and my skin tingled needing to touch Direl and feel connected with him. “Could you mark the path to the Galactic Council?”
