Mated to the Alien King: The Complete Series: A BBW SciFi Alien Romance (Captured by the Alien King Book 12) (12 page)

I laughed mirthlessly at how right we had been. He waited silently for me to continue.

"After we went and crew members from our space craft started disappearing — one by one this time. Jared was insistent that we needed reconnaissance and that we needed to know the enemies weaknesses. He wanted to go in alone but Mana went with him. They were escaping when you and I, uh...well...you were showing me the captain's safe place on the ship. The stronghold was out of transporter range and communications."

"Wait, there's a place on the ship that's out of transporter range?"

"Yes."

"And why were we in there, again?"

I blushed. Did I have to spell this out?

"You do remember that we were practically engaged, right?" I said, avoiding a direct answer. "And you've noticed the chemistry between us?"

He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off of me.

"Did Mana tell you about the Susohnnan male mating cycle when she was briefing you about Susohnnan culture?"

He nodded again, his eyes darkening.

"Well, it was the end of your cycle and you couldn't think straight, so we snuck off."

His eyes got wider. I stared at the ceiling, not looking him in the eye. This was like telling my mom about my sex life.

"I must really have been in love with you," he said, gazing at me.

"You were! But you don't have to be in love to have sex."

"No, you don't. But from all the clues I'm getting, I can tell that I really cared about you."

"To make a long story short, we were the only ones left on the ship when we came back out."

"No!"

I felt like I was telling him an adventure story. You lived this, Dar! "Yes. And from the information we were getting from Mana and Jared's sensors, they had been captured and seemed to be unconscious. You felt terrible for sending them in there. We went after them."

"Were we crazy?"

"Maybe," I said. "But they were our friends. We had to. There was no one else and by the time backup showed up, it might have been too late."

"Right."

"Turns out it was a trap and we were captured. The alien that was in charge of the ship took us prisoner and we were to be sent to the slave planets in their galaxy. Then you and Jared thought you would be all manly and attack him." I rolled my eyes, remembering.

"He barely touched you and you were both flying across the room. You slammed into the wall so hard that you were knocked unconscious. Then we were transported to a different cell. You weren't with us. But you appeared later — with no memory of any of us. They took you somewhere and mind wiped you."

Dar was frowning.

"Wait a second. You said that Jared and I attacked the alien?"

"Yeah. It was a stupid move. We really have no idea what their capabilities are." She shook her head.

"And he flung me into the wall?" he said slowly.

"Yeah."

"And I was knocked unconscious?"

"Yes. So what?"

"Did I hit my head?"

"I assume you hit your head because you were unconscious. I didn't actually see you get hit."

"So I could actually have a brain injury that's causing amnesia! Maybe I wasn't mind wiped."

His eyes were filled with hope. There were so many things wrong with this. Dar was happy that he might have a brain injury. The guy with either a brain injury or memory loss (but no medical degree) was diagnosing himself. This was one step away from learning how to be a doctor by watching a television show.

Dar was still talking.

"And if it was amnesia, then my mother was right. I may be able to regain my memories and get my life back."

If only it were that simple.

DAR

When I had told my mother that I thought I had amnesia, she gave Kenna a look I didn't understand and suggested that Kenna and I visit the healing springs.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, mother."

"Oh yes, this time I forgot. The springs are famous on Susohn for being able to heal almost anything. If you do have a traumatic brain injury, maybe they will help cure you."

"Dar was going to take us, before, but we never ended up going," Kenna said. She had bitten off whatever she had meant to continue saying. My mother frowned and I wondered what they were thinking about that I couldn't remember.

"Yes," my mother said, a look of resolution on her face. "I'll arrange transport for you. The monarchs have a private pool there. I will make sure that it is ready for you. You can go tomorrow."

"Thank you, mother," I said.

"I will do anything to give me my son back," she said, smiling at me fondly.

The private pool was in a secluded area away from the public springs. The servant who escorted us there took us on a five minute walk to get there. It was hidden away in the middle of the oasis. When we arrived, we dismissed the servant. Then we just there, looking at the clear, steaming hot water.

Now what? Did I drink it? Wash in it? Would it really bring back my memory? I wasn't sure if it could, and I didn't know if I wanted to hope. Having hope meant the possibility of disappointment. I was tired of disappointing myself and other people.

"I don't want a bunch of pressure put on me about whether or not the healing springs will actually heal my brain," I said out loud. "Let's think about this as a bath. Let's just have a nice hot bath."

"Okay," Kenna said, and her cheeks turned pink. Great. She's probably remembering some other hot bath we had together. Did we do anything besides fuck?

I couldn't afford to think about that, though, because it felt like we had some chemistry together. Being in close proximity made me want to touch her immediately and that was a bad idea. She wanted me to stop playing with her emotions. That meant hands off until I remembered her. I sighed internally at the thought.

"But I don't need to go in."

"Why not?" I frowned.

"I think you know why."

I looked her up and down.

"You've barely been able to keep your hands off of me when I was clothed. How are you going to manage with only a few scraps of cloth covering me?"

As soon as she said it, my imagination went wild and my breathing rate increased.

"See? I haven't even stripped and you're already done for."

I wished she hadn't used the word stripped because it was conjuring up all sorts of naughty images. I didn't actually remember what her naked body looked like, but it's easy for males to fill in the details.

"I'm sure that I can maintain my control," I said. I would be happy if I was just able to control my voice.

"But can I?" she said, a seductive look in her eye.

Well, now that was a challenge. I hoped I was up for it. "We will have to try," I said in my most kingly voice.

She smiled like she knew something I didn't and then she proceeded to undress. I held my breath and stared, unable to look away.

She was wearing a Susohnnan outfit that was actually fairly conservative compared to other clothes I had seen. The long green skirt with matching shirt covered most of her, except for a small circle that was cut out in the middle of her back.

She slid the skirt down more suggestively than was necessary. I had everything under control. I could do this.

Her skirt dropped to the ground and I caught sight of the cherry red bikini bottoms she was wearing.

Shit. I couldn't do this.

Then she crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed the edge of her shirt. In one smooth motion, she pulled it off leaving me with a clear view of her entire body.

I swallowed hard.

Her slim waist tapered down to voluptuous hips that led down to shapely legs. Her private parts were covered by that small triangle of red bikini.

My eyes trailed down and then back up, returning to where her full breasts were barely covered by two more small triangles that were hardly decent. Her nipples weren't exposed but everything else was. I could see the round fullness of her breasts all around the bikini top and the fabric was tight so I could tell that her nipples were hard and round.

Was she as turned on as I was? I licked my lips.

"Hey buddy, eyes above the neck, please," she said.

I looked up at her, feeling dazed. "Why was it that we thought we shouldn't sleep together?" I said. "I can't quite remember at this moment."

She laughed and I watched her breasts as they jiggled. She shook her head.

"Oh Dar," she said, grinning as she slid into the water. Her body was now hidden from my sight.

Unfortunately, the buoyancy of her large breasts made them float along the top of the water, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. I took a deep breath, willing myself not to bury my face in those soft pillows.

"Oh my God," she said, closing her eyes in pleasure. "This is amazing."

Yes, it was amazing. I watched her, feeling all the blood leaving my brain and going elsewhere.

She tilted her head and looked at me, amusement in her eyes as she dropped her gaze to the tent that was growing in my pants.

"Aren't you coming in?"

I blinked slowly, taking a deep breath. I quickly undressed and got into the hot water. It felt good, like she said.

But I was distracted. Kenna sat across from me in a tiny swimsuit. That swimsuit could be removed in about a half a second and then she would be completely naked. I felt myself harden more at the thought.

I looked over at her and I could tell she was laughing at me. She knew that this would happen.

It was my own fault. She had offered to stay clothed and I had thought that I was strong enough to stand looking at her in a swimsuit.

Apparently my faulty memory led to faulty judgment as well.

"So, we're...ah, staying strong on the position that I shouldn't fuck you anymore," I said after we'd both been steaming for some time. That sounded casual, right? Wait a second, what did I just say?

She choked a little and looked at me, eyes wide.

"I said fuck WITH you. Not fuck you, Kenna. I hope I will no longer be doing the former. But I have to admit that the latter would be quite pleasurable." I spoke with the most formal language I could imagine, hoping to keep my wits about me — even with all the blood rushing out of my brain.

I noticed that her beautiful lush mounds were heaving as she breathed erratically. So I WASN'T the only one who was aroused!

Good, that made me feel better, though it didn't take care of my straining cock.

She looked like she was considering my words.

"Will you?" she said and the look on her face gave me hope that I would get some relief soon.

"Will I what? Not fuck with you? Or fuck you? Or both?" I said. I could barely speak. We were both having trouble with rational thought.

"Yes," she said.

"Come over here, Kenna," I said indicating the stone bench next to me. "It would be my pleasure."

KENNA

This got out of hand quickly. But my lust was so strong that before my brain had a chance to think about what I was doing, I was across the pool and in his arms.

We kissed fiercely, our desire too strong to be overcome by thought. Our bare skin pressed together with the hot water lapping between us. And at that moment I couldn't remember anymore why we shouldn't sleep together either.

Why had I thought that was a bad idea? This was right. This was so very right.

I bobbed against him, my breasts rubbing against his chest. I noticed again, as if I had forgotten, that his body was very muscular. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. No Susohnnan did, because their culture encouraged healthy food and exercise as a way of life. The hot climate also made it hard to put on a lot of weight.

I ran my hands down his biceps and then slid them down his torso to feel the ridges of his abs. He pulled me close again for another probing kiss and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the planes of his back beneath my fingers. My hands tingled from touching him. It felt like it had been so long since I had had permission to do so.

He kissed my neck, sending powerful waves of pleasure down to my core. Then he tugged on my earlobe and the feel of his breath in my ear made me tingle down below.

It was different in the water. Because we were touching in such altered circumstances and I didn't really know if I would ever touch him again, I felt that every caress was heightened.

The feel of him was so intoxicating that I had the impression that I would never get enough. If we made love a thousand times, it would never be enough. I would always want more.

"Kenna, Kenna, Kenna," he murmured as he kissed the length of my arm and then placed a kiss on my palm that made my hips buck in reaction. "I need you so much."

After a lot more kissing that had me burning up inside, he put his hand between my legs, but I stopped him.

"Not in the water. It'll dry me up."

I knew that I was unbelievable slick down there, as long as no water got in and washed it all away. We climbed out and Dar grabbed our towels and laid them on the ground. We were so hot, we didn't need covers.

And when he did slide his finger inside me, he groaned. I was so soft and slippery.

"Kenna, do you want me?" he said, fear and desperation and need and...love in his eyes. He wasn't sure if I was going to say yes. He wasn't sure of anything and for the first time, I saw things from his perspective.

I grasped just a little bit how anxious I would feel to know nothing about the people and places around me. My eyes filled with tears. I was his sheeranla and I was supposed to help him. All I had been doing was pushing him away.

He pulled back when he saw the tears. "You don't?"

"No," I said, quickly. Oh, he had got the wrong idea. "Dar, I want you. I want you so much."

I looked him in the eyes, willing him to believe it. His eyes closed in relief and happiness. And then he began to kiss me again and I froze. He hadn't asked me because he remembered the protocol. He really was afraid that I didn't want him. And he didn't remember about the scar. Shit.

"What?" he said. "What have I forgotten or done wrong? Please tell me. I want this to be perfect. You must have such high expectations."