Nova: A Scifi Alien Romance (Rebel Lords) (19 page)

I
had never felt
the way I did, in my entire life. This human woman, who I had barely known a few short days, had dug her way under my skin. I didn’t know what caused it, I really didn’t know much about her. It was something not psychical, something not even mental. The feeling wouldn’t shake and I was consumed with my thoughts, not understanding what it was. Before she had assisted us, I knew I was attracted to her in a strange way, but I thought the strange came from her being human. However, even after I accepted that, it lingered. And after I bedded her, it seemed to grow worse. I was actually having to force myself not to touch her that morning after, to remain distant so that I didn’t lose myself in whatever affliction had overcome me.

However, when everything seemed to dwindle down and the tribe seemed to be at peace for once, there was nothing to busy myself with but watch Amelia. We sat in silence at the table for a while as I pretended to be busy with the map for the millionth time. I swore I could feel her thinking to me ‘when are we going to talk about what happened last night’. But I wasn’t ready to discuss it, not until I sorted out what it was I was feeling. If I was being honest with myself, I would have admitted I wanted to claim her as my mate. Something about her made me want to keep her at my side at all times, to protect her at every moment and ravish her at every opportunity. It wasn’t possible, though, not with her being human. The tribe would revolt even if I mentioned it. Amelia and I would both be killed. Maybe I was just going crazy, I didn’t know. I needed counsel, someone to talk to about what I was feeling to tell me if I was crazy or not—but no one would even tolerate to hear it.

As I sat, scrolling endlessly over the map with a feeling of defeat, it dawned on me. Kowlow, the tribe’s shaman, he would listen and wouldn’t act out against me even if he disagreed. Kowlow had always strived to keep peace in the tribe and wouldn’t want something such as mixed emotions to get in the way of that peace. Swiftly I jumped to my feet then, making Amelia flinch from the suddenness. I had no idea how long we had sat there in silence, but it had to have been quite a bit to startle her like that. “I have to go speak with one of the elders of the tribe. I’ll be back in a while. Please stay put,” I informed her, grabbing my sheath and weapon, placing it over my shoulder and headed for the door.

I looked back to her, she sat in her chair and just blinked up at me. I knew it had to have been confusing, but she didn’t seem to question it. “Oh, okay…” she mumbled, sounding a little deflated. I wondered why, but didn’t have the time to ask; with the shaman on my mind, I couldn’t think about anything but getting over to see him. Without another word, I left the hut and begin to walk directly to his home. Kowlow lived on the outer brim of the village, and instead of a hut, he had a teepee. No other Navani’s lived in a cloth styled home, but it suited Kowlow somehow. I couldn’t picture him living in a hut.

Approaching the multicolored home, I called towards it. “Kowlow, are you home?”

There were a couple moments of silence before an elderly, thin, bald Navani came from the tent. He smiled big at me, “Dracon, what brings you here?”

I had no idea how to begin, I really should have thought that portion through before coming straight here. “I need your counsel for something personal,” I spoke, wanting to be vague while out in the open.

He seemed to get the message, nodding his head and waving at me to follow him, “Then come on in, my boy.” Kowlow held the cloth flap open for me to enter. Ducking my head, I walked into the tipi. It had been so long since I had been there, I had nearly forgotten what it looked like. Cloth of every color hung about the walls of the home, plush pillows and detailed carpets covered the floor. He guided me over to sit among the pillows, the old man plopping down on one as well. “So, what is troubling you, boy?” he asked, looking to me with kind silver eyes.

A shaky breath escaped me, rubbing my hands together nervously. While I knew he wouldn’t gossip to any others, I still feared his judgment; it would basically solidify the fear of my attraction for Amelia as being unnatural. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I finally began. “As I’m sure you know, we—well, I, took a human prisoner after the last successful attack the human’s had on the village…” The old man just gave a nod. “Well, she has been staying in my hut so that I could watch after her. And everyone wants to know why I haven’t killed her and why I took her in the first place when I just simply don’t know.”

“So you are seeking counsel as to why you captured a prisoner?” Kowlow asked.

“No, well, not exactly…” I stammered, groaning as I tried to compose my thoughts. While everything had felt so right the night Amelia and I had sex, everything felt so wrong then when trying to admit it to another. “I know why I kept her, but I don’t understand the cause which caused me to keep her.”

The shaman looked at me with a blank face and confused eyes for several long moments. “You aren’t making much sense, Dracon… You’re overthinking your words. Just tell me, it’ll be much simpler.”

“Fine.” Taking a deep breath and looking to the ground, I finally unleashed what was on my mind, “I took the human, Amelia, because when her face was revealed, I found myself attracted to her. Attracted to a human… I couldn’t believe it and I needed to know what was going on. So I had her chained to a chair in my hut, but as the next couple of days progressed, I felt myself growing attached and fond of the human. She had a spirit about her, and she is gorgeous for a human. And she seemed to be truly sorry for being a member of an attack squad, which really shocked me—you know how the humans have been, relentless and hell-bent on spilling blood. Then she helped us make that glorious victory against the humans. If it hadn’t been for her, we would have all died. We got back to the hut after the celebration and she admitted she cared for me and I… I lost it. I had sex with her. With a human. And when I awoke this morning, all I could think about was her and how I wanted to make her mine. I just don’t understand any of it. How can it be that I’m so attracted to a human? Is it wrong of me? Is it completely insane for me to have the urge to claim her? I just met this human and I want to claim her. I feel like I’m going mad.”

Kowlow sat silent for a moment, processing all I had unleashed on him. Even as he processed, he didn’t wear a look of judgment or disgust—just contemplation. “Well, Dracon, I don’t think you are going mad,” he began before standing and walking to one of the only actual pieces of furniture in his tipi, which was a bookshelf. His fingers moved across the line of bindings before pulling a thick, rather aged looking book, down. Kowlow walked back over and sat back down on his pillow. “It sounds like this Amelia is your fated mate,” he spoke calmly.

I, however, was not calm. “What do you mean fated mate?” I needed answers, and I needed them right then. So I really wasn’t going crazy?

Kowlow began to flip through the thick book, seeking a passage towards the back of the book. “It means just as it sounds, it means it is your fate to end up with this human,” his tone casual as he continued to sift through the pages. For a moment, I felt like he was joking with me or perhaps making fun of me—and I wasn’t in a joking mood. I fell somber with a short temper, ready to explode if that was the case. I did not want to be toyed with, not when it came to Amelia. “Fated mates are rare, but they happen. In fact, I believe your mother and father were, I’m surprised they didn’t tell you that growing up. If one has a fated mate, they become completely magnetized to one another, almost inseparable. And the feeling of love can show up instantaneously. That is, for our people. I don’t know if humans have the same emotions…” he explained, still searching through the book.

What did that mean? So we were fated mates, but she might not feel it because of being human? Did that mean she wouldn’t have feelings for me and it would be a one-sided love? My head was starting to spin from all the thoughts. The notion of her not loving me back if it was love that I felt, put a knot in my stomach. I sat in silence, waiting with bated breath to hear what he said next. “Ah hah, here it is. Just as I thought,” Kowlow gleamed. “There is a prophecy eerily similar to this situation, and it could be about the two of you. It describes a time of war and depletion caused by an outside enemy. And then goes on to say an enemy will come into the tribe and the outsider will marry an insider, a fated mate. And it reads: everything will be doomed, only to rise again,” Kowlow paused and looked up to me, “Now I think that sounds pretty spot on to the situation you are going through. I always thought it told of a time the tribes of the Navani would turn on one another, and that someone would marry an enemy tribe member to bring peace… I never thought about it being with an alien race. But, it fits.”

I couldn’t breathe, my breath never releasing from my throat. She… She actually was my fated mate? And not only that, but she would help bring the rise of my people? This was too much to take in, but then again, I didn’t know what I should have expected when coming to the shaman. He had always given such powerful insights into any problem people brought him. I had been naïve to think it would be any different with me going to visit him. At least I wasn’t crazy for being attracted to her; then again, the thought of her being this fated mate and to bring the rise of the Navani was crazy in itself. Not to mention, how was she meant to be a part of this prophecy when the people of the tribe wouldn’t even accept her? We would be killed before I could even claim her. To say the least, Kowlow had given me quite a lot to think on. I stood from the pillow, “Thank you, Great Shaman,” I bowed, showing a sign of respect for the wise elder. “I thank you for your wisdom and your discrepancy.”

“Anytime, anytime,” Kowlow called to me, seeming to already know I was about to leave seeing as he brought out a hand carved pipe to smoke herbs.

I exited the teepee and tried to gain my head back from the ravenous thoughts as I headed back to the hut. Confusion didn’t even begin to cover what I felt, it consumed me. Kowlow’s words replayed again and again in my mind, but I just couldn’t make sense of them—I couldn’t make them sink in. Was that knowledge meant to soothe me and bring me joy, or strike fear and anxiety into me? Right then, it was doing all four.

Entering the hut, I was met by more confusion seeing as Amelia wasn’t at the table. Panic electrified my body, had she tried to escape? I quickly dashed into the private half of the hut and froze in my tracks. The pale angel was in the bed, on top of the blankets in a comfy slumber. She must have grown bored of sitting around all day and decided to nap in my absence. With the sight of her being there, the anxiety and confusion flushed from my body and only relief remained; relief that she was safe. Reaching behind me, I closed the door and stepped towards the bed. Her arms were stretched above her head, her clean, bouncy curls falling around her face. Amelia looked so pure and sweet as she slept, I nearly didn’t want to wake her. Nearly. I could have sat and stared at her delicate face all day, but it was her body that distracted me from my innocent thoughts. The only thing she wore on her body was one of the white linen towels from the bathroom. It was wrapped around her chest, the tuck of the towel starting to come undone as she slept, leaving a narrow slit from her ribs all the way down to where the towel ended on her thigh. It showed just a hint of her creamy skin, the dip of her stomach and curve of her hipbone. But by god, it was enough to drive me wild. After the alarming and stressful meeting with Kowlow, and spending all day keeping my hands from her, I couldn’t resist it anymore.

I crawled over her, keeping all of my weight off of her as she slept; I didn’t want to wake her just yet. My lips left a trail of breezy kisses from below her ear, down her neck. She shuffled a bit in her sleep but didn’t really stir. Kissing along her collarbone, my hands reached down and finished parting the towel. The cool air hit her, leaving the lightest bumps over her skin, her nipples turning hard. A smirk came over my face, kissing down to her breast and flicking my tongue over her nipple. I heard a soft gasp come from her, but when I looked up her eyes were still closed. My hands ran up and down her sides, basking in the softness of her skin. It was as though my hands craved her skin like they had gone through a drought and her skin was an oasis. However, I kept my touch to nothing more than a light rub, still not wanting to wake her right away. My lips traveled down her abdomen, across her hips. I began to part her legs, looking up to check to see if she was awake—she wasn’t. My lips covered each thigh in pecks, moving down to her knee and back up again. Once I returned from the second leg, I looked to her once again to find her sleeping and a smirk came to my lips.

Pushing her legs up a bit, I laid them on each of my shoulders. Very slowly, my tongue traveled from the end of her opening, up to her clitoris. And I heard it, the sharp intake of breath as she finally began to wake up. I wasted no time, not wanting to give her a chance to even speak. I licked the sweet pink lips a few times before pushing my tongue into her, to which her hips bucked out of reflex. I pushed it in as far as it would go before using a flicking motion. Her body began to twitch the more aware she became, breathy moans vibrating from her lips. I could feel that I already had a rock-hard erection, but I didn’t care. I hungered to touch her, to please her. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to make her come.

Withdrawing my tongue from her, I kissed the lips before letting my tongue once again lick her length. My tongue flicked over her clit, another sharp gasp coming from her. I then brought my lips around it, sucking on the sensitive bud. Her fingers were in my hair then, pulling on the roots, making me groan against her. Suppressing my own urges, I focused on her, sucking hard on her clit until I heard her beginning to pant. Pulling back, I gave it a slow lick, feeling her muscles shudder from the sensation. My erection began to press uncomfortably against the cloth of my shorts, every little noise or move she made driving me wild. I kept my own temptations at bay by thinking of how sexy it would be to watch her come just from me pleasuring her like I was. My tongue pressed back into her, this time she was completely wet from her excitement. I flicked my tongue in and out as fast as I could before pushing it into her deeply, swirling my tongue around. My hand reached up and with one finger, I rubbed her clit. Her muscles tensed around me, I knew a climax was coming. I pushed it hard into her, exploring every crevice of her I could as my finger picked up speed with rubbing her. Her hips began to rock against me, moans erupting from her. “Oh god, Dracon,” she groaned, only making me pick up the speed. Her breathing was loud and labored as her thighs began to squeeze my neck. Her muscles contracted around my tongue, juices flowing down softly. I pushed my tongue in and out slowly as she climaxed, her hips still twitching against my face. Holding still, I let her finish, her body pressing down onto my tongue.