Page 10 of Her Alien Warrior
It was foolish of me to take her tears in my mouth after I knew she didn't like my touch. If I were capable of a rut at all, having her fluids in me, though tears were not as potent as tasting the arousal between her legs, would mean that I sought her out to prove myself and court her as my mate. Why did I do that, knowing it was meaningless to do so?
This could all be explained with a quick scan at the medbay, perhaps when Medic Cenkul was on duty. He was someone I could trust to keep this between us, as what I was experiencing could be a sign of further deterioration of my glands, like the final notes heard upon the ear drums when a warrior's hearing was damaged from battle, it could mean a complete shutdown of my system, and potentially life threatening.
Leaning over to place her on my bed, her arms latched around my neck as she mumbled in her sleep, "I'm not broken..."
Another tear pebbled free from her dark lashes, and she clung so tightly that I could feel both my hearts throb in answer to her. I was the one that was broken, and I hated myself for breaking a fragile human into thinking my faults were her own. Any other warrior would have been able to bathe her with no issue, but she had the misfortune of having me around in her time of need, instead of them.
I laid down with her on my bed and stroked her hair from her face as she settled within my arms. The fit of her againstme made me pull her in closer, and I pressed my nose into her soft strands inhaling her scent while I still could. Fucking human pheromones, I thought, she smelled like elder berries and the fresh dew bloom after the morning mists triggered their pollen. It was intoxicating, and, if I were a full necia warrior with working glands, I knew I would rut for her if I could.
But all I had to give was this, and so I held her through the rest of the rotation, wishing that I had been born worthy of claiming such a gift. Her soft breaths against my skin warmed me, and as she relaxed more, I could finally take in the shape of her face. Humans all appeared so similar to me, unable to really tell most of them from one another aside from their varied coloring, but this face... Her face. There was no comparison.
I had trouble looking away from the moment I laid eyes on her, and when I saw her holding someone else's arm, I had acted irrationally unable to see their similarities of being related.
My time with her was limited, and I wanted every second I was granted, but I couldn't risk harming her. She would wake soon, and I'd have to explain how she had to go into stasis. I tried to slip my arm from under her head, and she groaned, before she grumbled, "Tyler?"
Another male's name on her lips? There was no strength left in me to be gentle as I yanked my arm with no caution.
I winced as her head bobbed with the movement and she jerked up right, startled fully awake. She rubbed at her eyes as she snapped, "I get it, you overheat when I try to cuddle. Hell forbidyou hug me back first." She grumbled further, "Too much to ask that you suck it up and overheat every once and a while…"
I was unsure what this hell was, but my translator popped up with a rough translation of a land of fire and brimstone. Did she have a mate on Earth that did not wish to hold her while she slept? With how thin her skin was, this seemed like it would be unideal for her comfort, especially with how tightly she held me for my warmth. Did she seek out this Tyler for heat? Was this who she thought of when she latched onto me while she slept?
A low growl rumbled in my chest, and I tried to temper it, but she opened her eyes and her mouth fell open.
She said nothing so I made sure she was aware it was me who had held her by saying without a doubt, "You are not on Earth. You would not let go of me, so I took you to my quarters."
It was perhaps a stretch of the truth, but it did not matter the order of which the events occurred, but that they did occur.
Who was to say that she would have let go if I had taken her to the communal quarters? Perhaps she wouldn't have? And we would have ended up here regardless?
She closed her mouth, and a fresh pink color blotched her neck and down her chest. I furrowed my brow in concern, was this a skin condition that I should seek the medic for? She followed where my eyes were and she slapped a hand to her chest like that could cover it, the action made me certain she didn't feel cause for alarm at the coloring and so neither should I. It was more of a response similar to embarrassment for my eyesgazing upon her. She did not want me to look on her flesh, and I nodded my understanding. I was not this Tyler she sought out, and my touch, nor my gaze were needed.
"Due to your weak constitution, I've asked the medic to arrange for a stasis pod should you not improve within a few rotations. Until then, you are to stay in my quarters."
She folded her arms over her chest, squeezing those soft mounds into plump crescents that remind me of freshly baked rolls from home and my mouth salivated at the sight. How would her flesh taste if I were to continue bathing her with my tongue between those delightful peaks?
I turned from her, not allowing myself to continue those thoughts when my enzymes caused her to tremble and cry. Tasting her was out of the equation. I would not risk harming her.
This was exactly why the goddess had made me with inactive glands, in her wisdom she knew I would do better honoring my tribe with my hard work and dedication towards knowledge. She made sure I would not be distracted with honoring a mate instead of honoring my purpose.
This was as it should be.
My commander would have me mate with any willing female, human or otherwise, but even General Tensel was an oddity among warriors to celebrate a union with a human. His motivations were for science, but many would dishonor me for claiming a human mate without proof that she was my Pulsunne. I used this knowledge to soothe my disappointment, thatmy growing interest in this human was doomed because of our laws, not because of my failures. It was a small lie, that would have to hold the weight of a lifetime of more disappointments to come. How could I have let myself hope for even a moment? I knew my fate long before this rotation.
Chapter four
Renee
Torn between mortification at talking about my husband while in the bed of another or being upset that my emotions were inching me closer towards being kicked out of my exchange contract as defective, I settled for staring at the attractive alien warrior.
His silky white hair was down and reached just past his shoulders, which were still absent of any spikes to impale me. Aside from the rough spots on his skin that appeared like snakeskin and turned more purplish-blue towards where his spikes would normally be, he was like a giant human. Albeit a very well-muscled,handsome silver fox of a giant human, but scaley. I recalled Joel saying something about how the reason they were so cut regardless of if they trained or not was because their second skin could harden like a resin that was stronger than bullet-proof armor.
A deep rumble from the alien I was eye-fucking brought me back to the present to deal with the mess I'd made for myself.
"Let me get this correct, if you place me in stasis, I won't wake until we reach Trillume?"
"Correct."
"No," I said with resolve. I didn't care what I had to do, or who I had to talk to above his authority to make sure I stayed awake to be with my daughter for whatever rotation was equivalent to Thursdays. What was higher ranked than a general?
