My Alien Love (7 page)

       That did it, she was in pain now too!

       “Whenever,” she whispered.  She could not take her eyes off his.  His eyes showed her love, pain, worship and she never again wanted to look elsewhere.

       Suddenly, Melody's view of Jonathan was blocked.  There stood Aunt Cassandra pulling on Jonathan's arm and making him move to another seat.

       “Melody . . . Precious . . . we must get the Ceremony ready.  It is clear to us that despite being an outsider, not meaning to be rude by any means, that you evidently feel the bond strongly.  To wait would be painful to Jonathan or immoral for both of you.  How shall we contact your parents so they can be at the ceremony?”

       “My parents?”  Melody came out of her trance-like state and finally understood what Aunt Cassandra was asking.  “Yes, I want my mother and brother to attend.”

       “Wonderful, how do we reach them?”

       “Oh, I better be the one to invite them,”  she replied.

       “Will tomorrow evening around four be satisfactory with both of you?” Aunt Cassandra inquired pressing onward.

       Melody started to protest then saw Jonathan's face. 
Why should I make him wait?  It will only cause him pain and I never want to be the one to cause him pain,
she thought.  But this will certainly throw her family for a loop, they'll never understand.  Well, understand or not tomorrow evening she would be Mrs. Jonathan Jontu.

       “That will be fine,” she said, seeing his look of relief and pride.

       Aunt Cassandra clapped her hands and immediately several people appeared along with Mark.  “Mark, it's time for Jonathan to wear his pre-ceremonial clothes.” 

       Everyone left then averting their eyes away from Jonathan, leaving Mark, Melody and Jonathan alone.  Mark just leaned his tall and equally handsome body against the closed door.  He crossed his arms on his chest and simply grinned at Jonathan. 

       “Jon, you certainly are in need of the pre-ceremonial outfit.”      

       Melody was puzzled by their refusal to look at her Jonathan.  “What does that mean?  Why won't they look at Jonathan anymore?”  Despite herself, tears had sprung to her eyes fearing she had done something to make them isolate him.

       Seeing the distress this was causing her he immediately felt ashamed for teasing Jon.  He forgot that this is totally new to her.  Jonathan kept staring at the floor.  He wasn't being cruel, as Jon's best friend it was traditional to tease the groom before mating.

       “Melody, I know Jon's explained about the Bonding, but maybe he forgot to tell you the rest . . . the  . . . uh, . . . male part?”  His grin returned when he saw Jonathan give him a sheepish smile and nodded that he hadn't. 

       “When a man has completed the pre-nuptial Bonding with his mate . . . then until the ceremony is completed and they have shared, uh, physical love together.  Uh, the man . . . .”  

       Mark stammered a while, then in a fast flourish finished, “He's in a perpetual state of intense arousal.” 

       “It's considered ill manners to take any particular attention to him during this time, except for his close male friends . . . and his betrothed,” Mark explained smiling.

       “We will only be allowed together as long as a Protector is present for you, Melody,” Jonathan said.

       “Yeah,” quipped Mark giggling, “Ole Jon's a real tiger right now.  Even his Aunts noticed it.  The pre-ceremonial clothes will be looser and allow him some dignity.”  Mark's face turned scarlet then he doubled over in laughing hysterics.  

       When she saw that Jonathan began laughing as well the tension drained and the thought of Him being a mean old tiger made her join the two men's laughter.

       “Jonathan, I'm sorry.  The thought of you being a mean ole tiger just got to me,” she said as she wiped the tears from her face then touched his lips with her wet fingers.

       His face instantly became a face of pleading desire and lust while she noticed his eyes deepening to a deep royal blue.  Grabbing her damp fingertips he put them again to his lips and purred lustfully, “But a tiger with velvet paws.” 

       She at once knew that his hunger was no laughing matter, nor was her own.  She felt a strange deep throbbing in her pelvis as his lips touched her fingers, causing her face to become crimson.

       “Okay, okay, that's enough.”  Mark was no longer laughing either, he actually acted a little afraid.  “Jon, we have to change your clothes and the ladies have to get the ceremony prepared.  I would be in deep, deep trouble if you two did anything rash.  Aunt Cassandra is confident that I can serve as Protector.”  Looking at Melody with pleading eyes he asked, “Would you encourage him to come with me,
now
?”

       Melody noted that Jonathan had an almost wild look in his eyes as he turned to glare at Mark.

       “Jonathan, please go prepare yourself.  I have a lot to do, and the sooner it's done the better for both of us.”  Her musical voice reached him but his eyes were still a deep shade of blue.

       Mark quickly stepped in front of Melody and repeated, “Jonathan, let's get the show on the road.  Our Lady must get prepared for you.” 

       As Jonathan stood his eyes lightened but his pants showed he was even worse.  As he walked to the door Mark turned his head back to see Melody's worried face and said, “Don't worry, we have a little tonic that will make him fit for your presence.  He'll be fine in about an hour.”

       As soon as Mark and Jonathan left, Melody walked out the door also.  She was immediately confronted with a large number of people.  They were all in the height of excitement.  She had to spend over an hour looking over material swatches at the dining room table. 

       While she was shown material they could make her mother's dress with, she overheard four young men coming down the stairs laughing and saying that Jonathan had the ‘strongest Bond’ they had ever seen, that they hoped their's would be half as strong.

       “But,” one of them laughed, “it must be painful!”

       Another roared rather loudly, “I'd endure the pain to feel
that
much pleasure!”  Then they hooted and laughed loudly. 

       “I can't wait!  I can't wait!  My turn’s next, its got to be!” another yelled out to his companions.  

       “Don't pay any attention to those scoundrels,” Aunt Cassandra smiled.  “It's similar to your bachelor parties.  They'll tease and kid poor Jonathan until it's pathetic.  Oddly, knowing males, every man seems to enjoy it for some crazy reason.”

       “I guess your males aren't so different here?” Aunt Cherise asked.

       “No, I guess not.  When my brother got married, for two days before the wedding his friends almost drove him crazy.  He'd get angry with some of their pranks but then they'd do something else and he'd laugh right along with them.  Men are strange creatures,” Melody admitted with a small laugh.

       “Would you like to call your family now?” Cassandra asked.

       “Well, I'd prefer to wait until Jonathan was with me.”  As she spoke of Jonathan she remembered to ask Aunt Cassandra something that bothered her.  “Mark said that he's been designated as my Protector?”

       “Forgive us dear Melody, we are forgetting that you were not raised among us.  Jonathan is presently in a rather heightened state.  The biological feelings that he has for you are the strongest he will ever experience,” smiling she added, “that is, until you both share complete physical as well as emotional, mental and spiritual Bonding.”

       “He's what your people call hot to trot,” Aunt Cherise blurted with a mischievous giggle.

       “Really, Cherise!  You've been watching too much television and reading too many of those sexy novels,” Aunt Cassandra retorted.

       “Anyway, his physical needs can overpower his good mind right now.  It's the only time among his own people that he will fight other males, if he feels they are interfering with his need to mate.  It rarely happens.”

       “Not that rarely!” Cherise declared with a smiley smirk on her face.

       Cassandra frowned at Cherise then continued, “To be certain that the ceremony is completed as it should be, especially for a Prince-to-be, a Protector is assigned to act as a chaperon.”

       “A Prince-to-be, what do you mean?” Melody asked in stunned response.

       “Didn't Jonathan tell you?”  Aunt Cassandra asked.

       Seeing Melody's face told her that he hadn't, it was such a delicate mission that he may have been afraid to let her know.  “Jonathan's father is our reining Prince.  When Jonathan completes the Bonding ceremony tomorrow, he will officially be his father's only heir to the throne after him, as he was the only son his parents had.  Only males, Bonded males can be heirs to the throne.”

       Aunt Cherise added, “This will be such an exciting occasion for our people.  Not only will a Bonded marriage take place but also an inauguration of Jonathan being crowned Prince also, and you being crowned his Princess will occur at the same time.  They will be viewing the whole thing by satellite.”

       Melody's mind was really in a whirl now.  Her hands started shaking violently and she felt pleasure . . . no - pain!  No, it's pleasure, then it changes to pain again in her groin area.  She doubles over and screams.  The world around her becomes dim but her hearing remains.

       “Mark!  Mark!”  One of the aunt's call out.

       “What wrong?!”  It was Mark's frantic voice calling from the top of the stairs.

       “Are all of you still teasing Jonathan or has
anyone
given that poor child the tonic yet?!”

       “We just did,” he replied.  “When Jonathan heard Melody scream he grabbed it away from us and took it!”

       Melody felt a slow release from the pain as her hands steadied.  What must they think of me now?  Jonathan's marrying some hysterical, crazy female! 

       She heard thundering steps coming down the staircase.   Her head throbbed. 

       Strong arms slowly raised her up, then she felt a familiar embrace.

       “Oh . . . my love.  Are you all right?  Bring her a glass of wine, immediately!”  It sounded as though everyone went to do his biding at once.

       He picked her up and laid her down upon the couch.  “It's rough isn't it?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the seat smiling down at her.

       Without fully understanding why she nodded yes.

       “Jonathan, we're sorry.  We didn't realize that she had connected to you.  To be honest we didn't think it possible,”  Mark stated.

       “How wonderful!” Aunt Cassandra exclaims with exuberant joy.

       “What's wonderful?  That I made an embarrassing scene?”  Melody asked still pale.