Alien's Concubine, The (27 page)

A new fear arose as she watched the
slow transformation.

The casket that held him was sealed.
He would suffocate even if he managed to revitalize the
body!

She was casting around for a rock to
break the container when it exploded, sending heavy plastic shards
outward and every light winked out save for the blue/white energy
radiating outward from Anka himself.

Struggling up from the floor where the
force of the blast had thrown her, Gaby finally gained her feet.
Glass from the shattered lights crunched beneath her feet as she
rushed back to the crypt to peer inside.

Her heart seemed to stop in her chest
when she looked down at him. He looked just the way she’d always
pictured him in her mind … except more handsome if possible, real,
solid, alive. He opened his eyes, sucking in a sharp gasp to fill
his lungs with air.

Gaby had uttered something between a
sob and a laugh when she realized that something was wrong. The
blue light was weakening. She could see him without peering at him
beneath her lashes to try to battle the bright light.

His eyes were glazed, she
realized—with weakness or pain or both.

They closed even as she gasped with
sudden, painful fear and launched herself up and over the low wall
to reach him.

She fell over him, cutting her knees
and palms on the shards of plastic that surrounded him. Ignoring
the pain, she scrambled off of him and touched his face, his
shoulder. He didn’t respond. Worse, his skin was cooling, his
breath becoming more and more shallow.

He was dying, she realized in absolute
horror, and it was all her fault! She hadn’t been willing to accept
him as he was! Making no effort to stem the sobs that were wrenched
from her chest in painful gulps, she struggled to lift his head and
shoulders onto her lap. “Don’t go, Anka! Please! Just … let this
go! Don’t leave me! Please don’t leave me! I love you!”

“
Moonflower,” he said
hoarsely, his voice little more than a breath of sound. “I love
you, too.”

Chapter Fifteen

Fat fluffy snowflakes drifted
downward, joining the growing mound blanketing the world outside.
The view from the window above the bath made Gaby shiver despite
the hot, bubbling water lapping at her breasts.

At times like this the life she’d had
before seemed distant, almost as if it had happened to someone
else—which was bizarre she supposed considering the life she had
now, the things she’d done.

As scary as it had been, though, to
find herself on the wrong side of the law, international law at
that, she wasn’t sorry. As unnerving as it had been smuggling her
‘wetback’ out, she would do it again.

Actually, she hadn’t done all that
much on that end. Anka had been so weak after he’d made the
transition, he’d needed her until he’d finally regained his
strength—weeks of recuperation that had made for the worst time of
her life. He’d known the city, though, known where he could hide to
recover his strength while the militia went crazy searching for the
‘missing’ mummy of the temple.

All she’d had to do was sneak past
them to bring him the food and water his body required.

Anka had refused to allow her to risk
any more than that, though. She thought he would have refused that
much from her if there’d been an alternative. When the time had
come to leave, though, he’d dismissed her plans for getting him out
of the country and across the border. He’d made his own way,
leaving her to gnaw her nails in anxiety until he’d appeared one
day on her doorstep—with his treasure, which he’d refused to
leave.

He was right. It was his, but the
South American government wouldn’t have seen it that way if they’d
caught him with it. Fortunately, no one but him had known of its
existence. Otherwise there would’ve been a more frantic and
widespread search for their missing mummy.

And the treasure had come in handy
when they finally managed to move it through the black market and
exchange it for actual money.

It had bought the ranch in the wilds
of Montana, paid for Anka’s new identity, insured a safe,
comfortable life for the two of them.

She still cringed at the ‘life of
crime’ she’d had to resort to to protect her family, but she wasn’t
sorry she’d done it—not at all. Some things were worth a risk,
worth tremendous risks.

“
You cannot be cold,” Anka
murmured lazily. “I am roasting alive.”

Gaby chuckled, twisting around to look
up at his face.

In all the months they’d been
together, it still sent a pleasant jolt of surprise and
appreciation through her when she met his green eyed gaze. “The
water isn’t that hot!” she disputed.

“
I am,” he whispered when
he’d bent his head to align his lips with her ear.

The comment pleased her, even though
she didn’t really believe it. Her belly looked as if she’d stuffed
a basketball—or maybe a watermelon—beneath the skin. If he got much
bigger, they weren’t going to have to wait for him to make his
appearance by the natural route. She was going to pop open like an
overripe watermelon.

Anka splayed his hands over the mound
in question. When nothing happened after several moments, he
thumped it lightly. “Very ripe,” he agreed with a husky
chuckle.

Before Gaby could take exception to
the comment he slipped his hands upward to cup her bare breasts,
massaging them gently. “These too,” he whispered against the soft
skin just beneath her ear. “Very nice melons, topped with ripe
little cherries.”

Warmth wafted through Gaby that had
nothing to do with the hot bath they were soaking in. “You must be
hungry,” she teased him.

He caught her hips, lifting her up and
settling her on top of his legs. “I am, Moonflower. Hungry for you
… always,” he murmured nipping at her shoulder with the sharp edge
of his teeth.

“
Mmm,” Gaby moaned. “You
should do something about that, then. Doctor says no more fooling
around after next week.”

He grunted. “That’s because she
doesn’t know how I fool around.”

Gaby twisted her head to look at him
with interest. “I thought you didn’t get anything out of doing it
that way?”

“
Where did you get that
idea?” he asked, amusement threading his voice.

Gaby sat up and turned to look at him.
“From you.”

He speared his fingers through her
hair, dragging her closer and sealing his mouth over hers in a
heated, mind drugging kiss. The bud of desire stirred, opening more
fully as his taste sent a heady rush through her. “I never said I
didn’t get anything out of it,” he whispered, plucking at her lips
between each word when he’d lifted his mouth from hers.

“
Then why …?” Gaby broke
off. It didn’t matter now, but she cringed inside every time she
thought about how closely he’d come to dying that day he’d decided
nothing would do for her but to resurrect the body he’d abandoned
so long ago.

He lifted slightly away to look into
her eyes. “Because loving you that way only made me hunger for
more—so much so that I was blinded to the risks to you. Because it
wasn’t enough to possess your mind and soul. I wanted your body, as
well. I wanted to feel my flesh merge with yours. But more than
anything, I wanted to unite my life force with yours.”

Gaby felt her throat close with
emotion, with both love and heated desire at his words. Pulling his
hand from her cheek, she guided it downward between them, over the
rounded belly that housed their child to the center of heated need.
She stroked his damp hair away from his neck and shoulders as he
began to tease her clit with the tip of one finger.

He usually wore it tied at the base of
his skull with a band when he was working around their ranch, but
when they were alone he wore it down for her, because he knew she
loved to run her fingers through his long, silky hair. People
stared, of course, on those rare occasions when they went to town,
but Anka was oblivious to it, and she didn’t care.

She saw the speculation in their eyes
when they looked at him.

The men were thinking he was an
Indian, or worse, Hispanic.

The women were thinking about what a
lucky, lucky woman she was.

The women were right. She was lucky to
have him.

The men …. She shrugged. They’d chosen
a Hispanic surname for him when they’d created his identity, but
the fact was he wasn’t anything any of these people had ever seen
before. He was certainly from South America. He was part Indian,
but he was born long before the Spanish invaded South America and
even if he hadn’t been, he was still only part Indian. The rest of
him was … purely divine.

The End

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