Alien Mate (2 page)

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“You should have listened better,” continued Alphie in a matter-of-fact voice. “What’s the point of having access to a supercomputer like myself if you don’t take advantage of it?

Now stop your complaining. What’s done is done. There’s still time for you to catch up a bit before she wakes. Now, are you ready for the decontamination process? Might as well get it done now while she’s still unconscious.”

Kor straightened his intended’s limbs, then sighed and braced himself for the low-level laser cleansing. The process, accomplished painlessly—actually, truth be told, it could be quite arousing—was necessary to ensure that alien microbes did not survive and cause havoc back on his home planet. During the course of the voyage, his soon-to-be mate’s body would be cleansed and prepared to adapt to life on his planet, something he just knew she’d argue about too.

Unmoving, she lay as he’d positioned her on the floor, and he decided that perhaps it would be best if he gave her the first of the several inoculations she’d need to ensure her body adapted to the slightly different atmosphere and consumables of his planet. He injected her quickly with only a slight red pinprick left behind to show he’d even touched her. With that done he also decided he’d better relocate her just in case the sedative wore off sooner than expected and she awoke on the hard floor.

Picking her up, Kor found himself pleased at the soft curves that pillowed against his body, making his blood pound faster through his veins and other places. His erection was impossible to hide in his still undressed state, but with no one to see him except a machine, Kor relaxed and decided to enjoy holding his chosen female without her haranguing him.

The cruiser, thankfully, had a well-appointed cabin, one with a large bed that took into account the new service the males of his planet required. The cruiser’s primary use now consisted of fetching female mates from around the galaxy so that the males of his world could mate with them and make sure his people did not die out.
A pleasant task for most
, or so he’d heard, he thought with a disgruntled look at the still sleeping female who had refused to do as he told her.

Kor laid the earthling on the covers and stood back, looking at her again pensively. The garments she wore were truly awful, and given her earlier stance about keeping them on, with a mischievous grin, he stripped them off her. When he’d disposed of them—

permanently—he looked at her again, interest making his violet eyes glow and his body firm up in arousal.

Lush curves met his gaze, her smooth, unblemished skin tempting his hands to touch.

She had a very full bosom, heavy handfuls with light pink areolas that puckered as if sensing his interest. She had an indented waist, a rounded tummy, and a thatch of ebony curls that hid pinker delights, which he’d explore and taste later when she finally accepted her fate.

Kor found a brush and painstakingly combed out her messy hair, the texture so silky between his fingers that it made him shiver as he imagined her dragging it across his sensitive skin. With her dark hair fanned across the bed’s pillows, sensuous full lips slightly parted, and serene face, Kor found himself mightily attracted to his future mate. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so horrible after all.

Tempting as he found her, though, he would wait ’til she awoke and completed the bonding ritual with him. He wanted their first joining to be mutually pleasurable, something he’d trained for with great success, according to his teachers. Now if only he could get her to feel the same attraction when she awoke. Then they could mate properly and satisfy the sexual urges that now consumed his body.

However, the sedative he’d given her would last a few more hours still unless she proved resistant, so with time to waste, Kor dressed in loose slacks and a billowy shirt before going 5

to check on their travel status and other ship functions that needed tending. But while he worked, his mind strayed often to the lusciously obstinate female in his bed.

* * * *

Diana woke slowly, her mind still pleasantly befuddled from the dream she’d had about a handsome blue alien who wanted her as his mate. Diana only wished the dream could have continued a little longer and that she hadn’t been so prickly. She would have liked to touch that smooth blue skin and maybe even taste it.
Oh, the things I would have done to his deliciously
muscled body.

Diana giggled and rolled over onto her stomach, the smooth, satiny sheets rubbing sensuously against her bare skin.

Bare what? I never sleep naked.

Diana opened her eyes and sat up in shock. Her gaze flicked down to see she wore not a stitch of clothing and that the bed she found herself in wasn’t her own.

Where on God’s green earth am I?

She looked around in consternation, not seeing anything familiar. Panic settled low in her tummy.
Okay, let’s not freak out here. Maybe I’m still dreaming.
Diana pinched herself hard.

Owww!
Diana glared offensively at the red mark she’d given herself.
Okay, maybe not a
dream then.
Grabbing the loose satin sheet on the bed, she draped it around herself and stood up to take a look around.

Smooth, seamless cream-colored walls surrounded her. No door, no nothing to show how to get in or out.
Is this some kind of prison? But I’ve never heard of a prison like this. And besides,
I’ve committed no crimes.

For furniture there just seemed to be the large bed covered in creamy sheets and pillows, and two chairs that looked like overly large beanbags that had been punched in the middle for a seat.

The floor underneath felt spongy on her bare feet, and Diana looked down at it and frowned. She’d never seen anything like it. It looked and felt like suede with the consistency of rubber, making it very cushy to walk on.

Her dream of the blue alien came back to taunt her.
Surely not. I mean, aliens don’t exist,
right? But where am I then?

Feeling a change in the air, Diana whirled, the sheet clasped tightly to her breasts, and saw her blue E.T. standing in a doorway that had just appeared in the wall.

“You?” she exclaimed, then narrowed her eyes as understanding sank in. “Where am I?

Why have you kidnapped me?”

“We are aboard my spacecraft heading for my planet. As for why you are here, I told you that earlier. You have been chosen to be my mate. I will be your leader, or will be as soon as we complete the ceremony.”

“I am not doing any ceremony with you. I demand you take me home right now, or I’ll-I’ll—” Diana got flustered at this point.
What exactly can I do if what he says is the truth? If we
really are in space, I can’t just jump ship and walk home.

“Taking you home is not an option. Believe me, I am not so sure the Oracle made the right choice either. But choose you as my mate she did, so whether you are willing or not, we will be conducting the bonding ceremony.”

Not likely
, she thought. “I can assure you it won’t be willing. So unless you intend to force me, there will be no bonding, mister. Besides, did it ever occur to you that maybe I already have a boyfriend?”

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“You mean a mate?” Mr. Blue frowned at her. “Do you have one?”

“No,” Diana said sulkily. Stupid jerk had been cheating on her, so she’d dumped his ass.

“That’s not the point. I could have had someone special, but you didn’t even ask.”

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “Now can we move past this?

You will be my mate and the mother of our children. It has been decided. You need to accustom yourself to this idea so that we may move on.”

“Children? Okay, now you’re really getting ahead of yourself there. Just who is this Oracle who says I’m supposed to be your bride? I’d like to talk to her. I think she’s made some kind of mistake.”

“Are all earthling females so argumentative?” he asked.

“Only the smart ones,” snapped back Diana. “And my name is Miss St. Peters to you, not earthling.”

“I will call you whatever I wish.”

“We’ll see about that,” growled Diana. “Now I demand to speak to this Oracle.”

“You cannot speak to the Oracle.”

“Why not?” Diana asked, chin jutted out stubbornly.

“Must you keep questioning everything?” he asked with exasperation.

“Hey, this is my life we’re talking about here. I think I have the right to know what’s going on.”

Kor—she remembered his name from the dream that wasn’t a dream—sighed loudly.

“Will you be more agreeable if I answer some questions for you?”

“Maybe.”

“Fine then,” he said, walking over to sit in one of the funny-looking chairs. “Ask away.”

Diana hadn’t expected him to give in that quickly given his previous high-handed behavior, so she collected her thoughts before speaking. “How did I get here?”

“Molecular transportation.”

“What?” said Diana blankly.

“My computer dissolved our molecular structure and reassembled it here, on the ship.”

Diana’s eyes widened.
Beam me up, Scotty.
She patted herself down, relieved to see she seemed to have made it in one piece, including those pounds she’d have preferred to lose.

Shuffling her feet, she got her toes caught in the edge of the sheet wrapped around her body, reminding her of her nude state. “Where are my clothes?”

Kor grinned at her with what she swore was a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. “Gone.”

“What do you mean gone?”

“They were ugly, so I got rid of them. Next question?” he said, leaning back, looking pleased with himself.

Diana glared at him. Never mind the fact he was right, her clothes had been awful, that didn’t give him the right to strip them from her.
Wait a second . . .

“You undressed me?” she asked slowly.

Kor nodded his head.

“But that means you saw me naked!” Diana flushed crimson. Somehow this fact had evaded her usually alert mind, and she burned with embarrassment.

“I have to admit that, in that respect, the Oracle chose well. You have a beautiful body, and I look forward to enjoying it.”

Diana just gaped at his comment. On the one hand she felt a tingly little pleasure that he’d liked what he’d seen, but on the other . . .

“There will be no enjoying nothing, mister. I mean it,” she said, stomping her foot when he chuckled.

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Kor didn’t seem to mind her childish tantrum. He stood and walked over to her, thankfully dressed now, unlike earlier, but even clothed he still seemed very intimidating—

and sexy. Diana backed away, but the cabin wall met her back, and she couldn’t escape him when he draped an arm on either side of her body. He leaned toward her, his violet eyes alight with some emotion she couldn’t identify—she just hoped it wasn’t anger.

Diana lost her ability to speak—a rare occurrence—stunned by his proximity, a closeness that had her body warming in naughty places. His face drew nearer, and when he spoke, his minty breath feathered across her lips, making her nipples tighten and her lower parts flush with heat.

“Oh, I will enjoy taking you, and I guarantee you will enjoy me in return,” he promised arrogantly before touching his lips to hers.

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Diana’s eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her, his full lips surprisingly firm against hers, and she felt an electric shock run through her body. Make that more like a lightning bolt, as his touch made every nerve ending in her body come alive and sing with pleasure. Diana wanted to push him away, but her body betrayed her. Melting instead under his sensuous onslaught, her lips parted on a soft sigh to let his alien tongue plunder her mouth. She felt his hands move to grab her around the waist and pull her closer to his body. This close to him, she could feel the hardness of his arousal pulsing against her tummy, making her go damp.

Diana sighed into his mouth, and moved her hands slowly up to grasp his shoulders, then…

An amused voice broke the embrace.

“Kor, while I see you are busy, you are being hailed by your mother on the status of your mission. Should I tell her to call back?”

Diana, shocked to discover their kiss had been witnessed, found the strength—barely—

to push him away. Kor let her flee to the other side of the room, his face thoughtful and his eyes glowing. Diana for her part felt shaky and unfulfilled. Wanting . . .

She rubbed her lips, trying to erase the feelings he’d aroused in her, but her body still pulsed, and she quivered when she looked down at his body and saw him in the same state.

Kor smiled at her regretfully. “Your questions and the rest of our
discussion
will have to wait. I hope you now see that this is what’s meant to be. I shall return shortly.”

“But . . .” Diana spoke to empty air as Kor left and the door sealed seamlessly shut behind him.

“Arrgh!” she yelled, stomping her feet. She flounced over to the bed and fell on it, her thoughts and emotions a jumbled mess as she fought arousal and irritation in equal measures.
How did he manage to get me so hot so quick? I don’t even know him.

“Do you require anything?” asked the smooth voice that had interrupted the kiss.

Diana peered around the empty room, looking for the source of the voice, but saw nothing. “Who are you? Can you take me home? I think your friend’s gone off the deep end,” Diana asked, hoping for a way out of this mess.

“I regret that I cannot take you home. But never fear, your new life will be an enjoyable one with wonders never dreamed of on your planet. As for me, I am Alpha 350, ship computer and the premiere model in artificial intelligence. You may call me Alphie. I can provide you with food, clothing, toiletries, as well as answer some questions you may have on your new life.”

Great, a computer. Hopefully this one doesn’t go psycho like the one in that sci-fi book.
“Okay, I have a question for you. Why me?”

“Why not?” retorted the smart-ass machine.

That’s if it’s really a machine,
Diana thought.
Seems to talk pretty human to me.