MC ROMANCE: Wanted by the Alpha Biker (Motorcycle Club Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (MC Romantic Suspense Contemporary New Adult Short Stories) (123 page)

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“Bhentus.” Her name comes from the speaker attached to the computer, sounding like an ominous curse. Deakins repeats it, and the computer dutifully translates it into the whining song they use to speak. It must be quite an accurate translation because the effect on Bhentus is immediate. I look on as she grabs Deakins in a massive hug, her muscular frame actually lifting him off the floor. She brings her face to his, and I look away when I see her dark blue tongue dart forwards and into his mouth. Watching this pair makes me feel odd for some reason I don’t quite understand, and I wonder if this is what it looks like when my alien and I are together.

“Ah, right, okay Deakins, I’ll...er...leave you two to it, then.” I say with more than a little embarrassment.

“Wait a sec,” Deakins calls as he tries to free himself from Bhentus’ grasping hands. “Take this with you.” He laughs as her fingers dig into his sides. “Bhentus, stop.” Deakins laughs again, and I feel a smile cross my face. We might be from different species, but there are more than enough similarities in behavior to make us compatible. “Put this piece in your ear and clip the other section to your belt.” He slaps Bhentus’ hand gently as she makes a grab for his ass. “It’s linked to this computer and should be able to continue translating as you speak to them. Get off.” Deakins laughs at Bhentus.

“Thanks, Deakins,” I say while walking towards the door.

“Goodbye. Woman.” This comes from the earpiece Deakins just gave me, and I turn to look Bhentus in the eye.

“Bye, Bhentus.”

This particular species doesn’t seem to have much ability to use their facial expressions, but the surprise when I can speak their language is obvious, even if it is just a few basic words.

Taking a different route from the way I came, to avoid the humid heat and repulsive, pulsating...thing I came across before, I make my way through a long passageway where the light pulsates around me. It eventually widens into a larger chamber, although not as large as the other I was in, which has almost mirror-like walls, my reflection coming back at me from odd angles. I look at myself, seeing the curve of my large breasts made even bigger by the contoured walls. It’s while I’m looking at myself in the mirrored surfaces that I feel someone watching me and turn to see one of the aliens looking at me oddly. That presents a problem too. What am I supposed to say? “
Take me to your leader
?”

“Hello,” I offer tentatively, watching the look of surprise cross this male’s face. “I look for one in command?” I’ve got no idea whether Deakins’ program can translate the question or not, so I just have to leave it up to chance.

“Follow.” His command comes a second later, and he stalks off in the same direction I was already heading in. This individual is taller than most I’ve come across so far, and I have to scramble to keep up. I follow the lanky one along the twists and turns, which run through the ship, choosing which way to go apparently at random.

We end up at a door, and he jabs one of his clawed fingers at the door. “Here.” His single word is also his farewell, and he strides off into the maze of tunnels, disappearing from view in seconds.

For some reason I feel nervous anticipation at seeing him again but a little apprehension too, and I can’t explain it. We’ve lain with each other, been naked for days on end, washed one another in his shower, and I had no problems with any of it. Why should my being able to speak to him make such a difference? I don’t know, but I think it might. I don’t even know whether I should knock or just go in. I decide to let the ship decide and think about going through, the portal retracts up into the roof, and I take a hesitant step inside.

His room looks roughly the same as when I left earlier, apart from the large table, which has appeared from somewhere and is covered in food and drink, some of which has been eaten. My alien sits in a chair at one end of the table, looking as if he’s asleep and with something which trails from the ceiling attached to his forehead. I go across and gently shake his shoulder, feeling the muscles as tight as steel cables, contract under my fingers.

“Hello,” I say. “Hello!” I repeat when there’s no answer. It’s as if he’s unconscious, probably something to do with whatever’s attached to his head. I take a closer look and see it’s clearly part of the ship, which has dropped out of the roof.

Great. Now what?

***

I have always found it disconcerting when I merge with Acrulla. That it is a necessity makes no difference. It is still a disjointing, harrowing experience and not lost on me that becoming exactly like Acrulla might be in my future also. It becomes difficult to understand where my thoughts end and those of Acrulla begin, hard to keep the separation so my thoughts become his also. There is an
awareness
of being vast and ancient, something other than what I am, and the sensory input which he sends to me is almost overwhelming. I can feel people
inside
me, working and living deep inside my body to keep me healthy, and I know this must be coming from his thought center, but we become so closely linked it
feels
like they are inside me.

“
Acrulla, my old friend,
”
I think to him. There is enough separation between us for this at least. “
There is something of which I must speak.
” I can feel the vast, ponderous mind of the Sentient Ship Acrulla turn some attention to me.

“
Talacanthus
.” His words are powerfully strong in my thought center. “
Of what would you have me know?
”

“
There is one among the alien species who entered your care, a female...
” I decide upon full disclosure, but Acrulla speaks before me.

“
Is it your impression I am blind to the thoughts and feelings you emit when we bond, thus?
” I sense amusement in his thoughts and wonder again what it might have been like to have known him in life, when he was still fully Intrellian. “
Your actions regarding the female have echoed through the halls within the confines of my body, ere even you took her, albeit hearsay and rumor.”
There is no one to blame for that than myself, I admit. Whatever power this female has, I am hooked, as if addicted to a narcotic which is wholly her. I do not even know her name, even though she chatters to me in her own language and points to herself, it is beyond my understanding.

“
Since my incarnation within this body, I have linked with more commanders than I care to recall,
” Acrulla thinks into my thought center. “
Each became a part of what makes my entirety and guides the personality which once was the Intrellian, Acrulla.
” He continues the explanation. “
Your thoughts and feelings have been added to the collective through the link we now share. Have no concern, Talacanthus. I will not betray your feelings for this female.
” A massive relief washes through me, and I prepare to sever the link, drawing my thoughts back into my own being before the proboscis detaches from my head.

My eyes open to behold a sight I will never tire of, the large female stands before me, looking me over as if she thinks I have an illness. I see the corners of her soft, inviting mouth turn up, and her eyes close in pleasure as I run my fingers through the fine strands of the substance which grows from her head.

“Hello,” she says and I hear her laugh when I jump in shock. How has she managed to learn my language?

“How is this possible?” I ask in wonder and look to see her shake her head then hold her fingers up, two of them a small distance apart.

“Hello, yes, no,” the words tumble out at random coming not from her but through some kind of device, and I understand. We can only use small or individual words to speak. Hopefully, this will change.

“Hello,” I say, not hearing it translated. A thought hits me then and I wonder what will happen. “Talacanthus,” I say and point to my torso.

***

“Talacanthus” comes through the earpiece, and I watch, wide-eyed, as he points to his chest.

I hope that’s his name and repeat it pointing at him. I hook my thumb back at me and say, “Hetty,” which he mirrors a second later.

So now we’ve been formally introduced. What happens next, I have no idea, but I think Talacanthus might as he strokes his hands up my arms and grips my shoulders, pulling me gently in for a kiss.

Although he hasn’t got any lips to speak of, his mouth is soft, the skin on his face is baby-smooth and warm against mine. I feel the same rush of desire course up through me, heating my blood and igniting my want. I feel the twin prongs of his forked tongue tickle across my lips and open my mouth a little letting him in. Talacanthus’ tongue is a joy and wonder to me on so many levels, and I hope I can find out one day how it has developed in the way it has. For now, I just enjoy the sensations as he probes my mouth with his tongue, both tips running across my own independently.

I wrap my hands around his head, scratching the back of his skull, which makes him hum in pleasure. I move my hands down to his shoulders and squeeze the firm muscles there. His fingers trail up and down my back, dragging his claws gently across me through the material of my coveralls.

I pull my head back and look at him, my nerves from earlier disappearing as I stare into the blue pools of his eyes. I take hold of the zipper at my throat and start to pull it down. Talacanthus stops me and takes over, pushing his long fingered hands down over my skin, gently stroking the top of my sensitive breasts. I feel a smile cross my face as he finds my nipples with graceful strokes of his strong fingers, making them harden and ache. I shrug out of the top half of my coveralls and shove my tits into his hands hard. For a species who doesn’t have nipples, he’s a quick learner.

My fingers scrabble at the fastenings holding his clothes shut. The need to touch his skin, to feel his muscles writhe and flex under my palms is almost painful, and I end up ripping some of them off. It’s always been like this between us, from the first time we touched. We go wildly at each other. I lean forward and lick his neck, tasting and smelling the masculine aroma which pours from his skin. I bite the edge of the first muscle mass my mouth comes to, grazing my teeth over the twitching hardness beneath me.

I can feel the hard length of his cock swelling and pressing against my leg, so I jump off his lap and rake my nails down its length, drawing a moan from his throat. I drag the zipper fully down and wriggle my hips, making sure his eyes are on me the whole time as I strip down to nothing but my little boots. Talacanthus stands up, and my eyes fall to the impressively thick outline in his leggings. I make my way over to him, completely nude and turn to press my ass into his cock. His arms fold around me, one hand toying with my nipples while the other rubs across my tummy and hips, lighting a fire wherever he touches, even though his body temperature is lower than mine. His delving fingers dip lower as he bends to lap at my neck, fluttering little kisses across my flesh with his strange tongue, and my breathing increases with every skim over my wanting flesh.

***

My urge to grab her plentiful flesh, and bury myself as deep as I can, is almost more than I can control, yet control it I must. Her teeth on my thorax inflamed my desire, and her claws, scoring along my member, well, she knows what that does to me. I concentrate on not throwing her to the floor as she strips completely naked before me. The wanton invitation of her glistening lower lips is like a singularity, drawing my swollen member towards it. My throat feels dry, and I swallow as she rubs her ample buttocks against the swollen hardness of my cock. I reach around, pulling on the rubbery little cylinders, which jut from the big, round mounds of flesh gracing her chest, listening to her hiss her pleasure as I do so. My other hand delves deeper, scratching over her abdomen, which looks swollen and round, she would be fertile, this female, and bear me many offspring if we were compatible. My fingers find the opening at the apex of her thighs, feeling the boiling wetness there. Her body is always hot, yet hottest of all is here, and the flesh on my hands needs to touch her here. My tongue flicks over the pulse points in her throat, feeling her heart beat speed up as the pad of my first finger brushes over the hard little bud, which brings her so much pleasure.

***

I gasp as his fingertip brushes across my clit, sending a shock up through me, making me jump. I moan as he rasps the length of his finger across it, my stomach clenching in pleasure. I rub my ass against the throbbing hardness in his leggings, making him sing with need and lust as he pleasures me with his hand.

Abruptly, he spins me round and pushes me back on the table, which is a little warm under my back, he pulls my knees apart and glazes down at my completely open body before leaning forward and laying his tongue on the inside of my knee.

“Talacanthus...” I whisper. “Yes.” My hiss of delight trails off as he licks and kisses his way down my quivering thigh, straight to my pussy. His tongue, that amazing tongue, finds and scissors across the top of my clit, rasping and rubbing, bringing me to the edge of orgasm within minutes. Delightful pleasure builds up inside me to the point where I can’t hang on any more, and I cry out with the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

My breathing evens out, and I see his hands go to his leggings, delving inside for his thick cock. Freed from the confines of his clothes, his penis looks like an evil thing, but I know it feels unbelievable inside me. Talacanthus leans forward, and I feel the tip of his thickness touch me. It’s more pointed than a human penis and slips into me with ease, a combination of the shape and my wetness.