Page 14 of Surrender
He rose to his feet and tossed the cloth aside.
He gestured to the cabinet above the sink. “I will leave you to finish getting ready for bed on your own now. You should find the bathroom is stocked with any necessities you might require. I will see that your belongings are brought to my ship tomorrow morning.”
Eyes wide, she nodded. “Th-thank you, Merokk.” She paused and drew in a deep breath. “May I lower my dress now, please?” She swallowed hard and he thought she looked so adorable at this moment, standing there with her nudity on display, and a deep flush covering her face. He could see her reddened bottom in the mirror too.
He moved forward and reached for her hands, pulling them away from her dress. The fabric floated down to shield her. “Yes, little one,” he said, trying to ignore the lust heating his blood. His cock was still painfully hard, and he wanted nothing more than to claim her, to pound rapidly into the tight sweetness between her thighs.
Tenderness for Betsy also surged through him, and he found himself gathering her close and leaning down to press a gentle kiss atop her head. The action felt entirely natural and right, as if he’d done it a thousand times before.
“Goodnight, little one. I will see you tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Merokk,” she replied in a breathless tone as she peered up at him.
He departed her room before he gave in to the primal urges sweeping through his body.
Tomorrow, he told himself.
Tomorrow, the little human would become his.
Chapter 8
Fiona had never felt more pamperedin her life.
For the past several hours, a team of four female Kall beauticians had worked her over from head to toe. Their warm smiles and enthusiasm for the upcoming nuptials were contagious, and she soon found herself at ease in their capable hands.
They decided to keep her auburn hair down and tame its natural waves. Her fingers and toes were buffed and polished and painted red—because they claimed Kall males went crazy over Earth women with painted nails. Her skin had never been smoother, and Fiona felt beautiful for the first time in ages.
It wasn’t so difficult to pretend she was the First Daughter, just as long as she didn’t think of her mother.
“So, when did you first meet Merokk?” Romsha asked.
“Yesterday.” Fiona smiled politely at the Kall female who was brushing something powdery on her face.
“You’re a lucky woman,” said Temia. “You get to marry an ambassador and remain on your home planet. Most of the human females who are marrying Kall warriors must leave Earth and make their homes on the Kall homeworld.”
Fiona would’ve been devastated to leave Earth, and she truly was grateful Merokk was an ambassador stationed in DC. She nodded her agreement to Temia and tried desperately to sort out her muddled thoughts. Maybe the Kall weren’t the despicable, war-hungry aliens she’d first taken them for. Humans had enemy blood on their hands too. And even though Merokk claimed arranged marriage was a form of dishonor dealt to the losing side, the beauticians acted like it would be a joyful celebration. Had Merokk made such claims in anger?
“What’s wrong?” Shessa asked, looking up from where she was massaging Fiona’s feet. “You’re not nervous about tonight are you?”
Fiona blushed. “I’m not nervous about tonight.”Yes, I am, terribly so, but that isn’t what has me upset at this moment.She paused, her brows narrowed as she debated how to word her next question. “I-I was wondering about the arranged marriages. You all seem so excited about it. Do all the Kall feel this way every time a war ends and a bunch of forced marriages take place?”
“Forced marriages?” Elsy burst out laughing. “Almost all marriages on the Kall homeworld are arranged. This is no different, but it’s exciting because it signifies a new beginning. It’s only a sour event if the Kall are defeated and our females must marry another species. And in the history of our kind, that’s only happened twice, and a long time ago at that.”
“Oh.” Fiona relaxed, but she hoped humans never came into contact with the two alien races that had defeated the Kall.
Noon arrived and the wedding took place on the White House lawn as planned. Forty-five couples joined together in a ceremony that was, to Fiona’s relief, not only quick and to the point but performed in both English and Kall.
An elaborate celebration feast followed in a massive, heated tent. Merokk seemed at ease among both his people and the humans, and he kept Fiona close to his side throughout the day.
She tried hard not to think about the coming evening, but her thoughts kept drifting to the consummation of their marriage, as well as the activities they’d shared last night.
Merokk could do amazing things with his tongue. God, that was the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her face heated further as she remembered the spanking. She’d been terrified at first, but he hadn’t hurt her, not really.
The masterful way he’d rubbed her bottom in between the light smacks had driven her wild, and the unexpected waves of pleasure had only grown as she surrendered, ceasing her struggles. Perhaps she wouldn’t resist at all the next time.
The last Earth woman I was intimate with on the Kall homeworld said it reminded her of what humans call B-S-D-M.
You mean BDSM?
