Protected: Alien Mate Index Book 2: (Alien Warrior BBW Paranormal Science fiction Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) (26 page)

“It’s going to be more than all right,” I promised her, reaching for her panties again. This time she lifted her hips and let me slide them down her shapely legs.

Then she was naked—completely naked and completely fuckin’ beautiful.

I swore to myself I would worship her like a goddess—that I would bring her pleasure until she came against my tongue. But when I went to spread her legs, she hesitated again.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I looked up at her. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do…I
do
trust you, Grav,” she said in a small voice. “It’s just…I’m, uh, so
wet
.”

She gestured to the place between her legs where her juices had coated her inner thighs and turned her soft little pussy lips shiny with need.

“Gods, I know…” The words were a groan in my throat. I didn’t just want to taste her now—I
needed
to. Needed to lap up her sweet honey and feel her thighs press tight around my head while she rode my tongue. I felt like I couldn’t hold off much longer but I didn’t want to scare her. “I know,” I said again, looking up to meet her eyes. “It’s fuckin’
beautiful.”

Before she could reply, I leaned down and dragged my tongue over her inner thigh, cleaning away her juices.

Leah gasped and her flavor exploded across my tongue, sweet and salty and deliciously feminine. I did the same to the other thigh and she didn’t try to stop me. When I looked up, she was watching me with a kind of wonder in her eyes.

“You…you really like it?” she whispered.

“More than like it,” I assured her, my voice dipping down to a possessive growl. I hadn’t let myself think about it before, but tasting your female is a mark of possession among my people. We Braxians taste our mates to pleasure them but also to claim them—to make them our own.

Well, Leah wasn’t mine. Not only that, she could never
be
mine. But my body didn’t seem to know that. All it knew—all
I
knew—was that I needed more of her sweet, secret flavor on my tongue.

And this time I wanted to taste it straight from the source.

“Leah,” I growled, looking at her. “I need to taste your pussy now. Are you ready to let me?”

“Yes.” She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes wide and filled with need. “Yes, please, Grav. I…I’m ready.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. Leaning down I spread her thighs wide and dragged my tongue from the bottom of her well all the way up to the top of her slit. Her honey filled my mouth and I felt her quiver and moan under me.

This time she didn’t pull away.

I looked up at her, feeling like I was drowning I wanted her so damn badly.

“All right?” I rasped, my voice grating with need. “Not too sensitive this time, darlin’?”

“No…” Her breath was coming short and I swore I could hear her heart pounding inside the cage of her ribs. “No, it’s not…not too sensitive, Grav. You can…can go on.”

“Good,” I growled, and went back to the well, desperate to drink. Thirsty for more of her sweet nectar.

I had vowed to be gentle with her and I was—to a point. But I was right on the edge—my body urging me to take her and make her mine, the Braxian half of me demanding that I claim her as my own.

I’m afraid I got a little wild—not that Leah seemed to mind.

I know some males who trace the Vroxian alphabet across their female’s pleasure centers or take hours circling her clit. But by the time Leah finally let me in, I was too far gone for that.

I spread her with my thumbs and just licked her, rubbing the flat of my tongue against the sweet little bump in her center and lapping up her sweet juices as I bathed in her warm, feminine scent.

She was so beautiful—so fucking gorgeous spread out nude for me, her thighs open to let me taste my fill. I couldn’t be as slow as I wanted to—I needed her too much.

As much, by that time, as she needed me.

I dipped lower, penetrating her with my tongue, drawing a gasp from her lips as I licked up again, dragging long and slow and hot against her sensitive clit. Thanks to the truth-drink, I was feeling her pleasure as well as her pain. We kept pushing each other higher and each time I lapped her sweet, open pussy I felt her quiver and the flash of desire that went through her as she got closer and closer to the edge.

But though she got close—damn close—she seemed to be having a hard time getting all the way there. At last she was crying and bucking against me, her hands on my throbbing horns, pulling me down as her pussy rose to meet my mouth.

“Grav…
Grav!”
My name was a sob on her lips…a prayer. “Please,” she begged me. “I need something else. I’m so close but I feel so…so empty.
Please
.”

I knew what she needed—the same thing a Braxian female who was being tasted and claimed would need. She needed to be filled with my shaft, long and hard, making her mine, bonding her to me…

I was halfway to unfastening my trousers when I remembered that I couldn’t bond a female—any female to me. And even if I could, Leah deserved a hell of a lot better than the likes of me.

Still, she needed penetration—I knew it in my bones. It was the only thing that would bring her where she needed so desperately to go.

It was the only way to bring her to the peak and teach her how to fly.

I looked up for a moment to see her—her arched back and thrusting breasts, her hair spread all around her like a silk cloud. Her cheeks were flushed with passion and her breasts were heaving as she bucked and moaned. Her pussy was wet and open, so ready for me.

Gods…sometimes there are no words, you know?

Quickly, not wanting her to lose momentum, I sucked two fingers into my mouth, getting them nice and wet. Then I slid them deep into the entrance to her well, as I went back to lapping her clit.

The effect was immediate, as I had known it would be.

“Oh…
Oh!”
Leah gasped. She tightened up, her body straining to meet mine, her open pussy pressed hard against my tongue. At the same time her hands tightened on my horns, making me feel like my shaft was going to break off it was so damn hard. And then I felt it—the quiver deep inside, the way her inner pussy clenched around me like a warm, silky fist.

Coming—she was
finally
coming. I felt her pleasure like a tidal wave, sweeping through both of us and I’m not ashamed to say I came too—shooting jet after jet of cum just from the feeling of her reaching the peak.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Leah as I came and for a moment—just a moment—it seemed like she was almost
glowing.
I felt a tingling in every part of my body as our pleasure mingled—it was almost too much.

“Grav!” she moaned helplessly.
“Grav!”

You don’t know what it did to me to hear her cry my name like that. Gods—it’s the best sound any male could ever hear. The reason the Goddess created the ability to hear in the first place, as far as I’m concerned. It made me want to stay between her thighs forever, just to hear her call for me.

Fresh wetness coated my fingers and tongue and I lapped it up eagerly, staying with her, riding it out as the waves crashed over her.

Goddess,
I thought deliriously.
So fuckin’ beautiful—so fuckin right!

And it
did
feel right. Even though I knew it was wrong and could never be between us, it felt righter than anything else in my whole life. Bringing Leah to the edge, tasting her sweet juices as she cried her pleasure and pulled me closer, calling my name—that was what I was meant to do. What I’d been made for—taking her to the peak and helping her learn to fly.

I just wished I could soar with her and that we never had to come back down.

Location:
Femme 1—also known as Ma
jor
ah Prime, seat of the Goddess Empress Sundalla the 999
^th
, Supreme Ruler of the galaxy—the Empress’s bedchamber.

Time:
Only moments before the Empress’s Ascendance to the Heavens.

“You can go in now. She’s calling for you.”

Captain Kristoff Verrai of the Empress’s Imperial Guard nodded at the attendant and entered the royal bedchamber. Inside he was greeted with imperial splendor, as befitted a ruler who was also worshipped as a deity.

The walls were covered in pure, hammered gold, worked with intricate carvings and decorated with precious gems. The carpet was the softest
tellah
fur, pure white dotted with red and black spots and swirls. The bed itself was a massive affair—a thick, luxurious mattress piled high with gold brocade pillows embroidered with silver threads and covered in a matching duvet. It sat atop a raised dais, almost like a throne.

Propped up in the center of all this splendor was a thin, pale figure—very white against the rich gleam of the pillows.

It was the Goddess Empress herself, Sundalla the 999
^th
—and she was dying.

Kristoff came forward at a respectful pace, changing his own skin tone to match the golden tone of the room around him. It was a royal color—only those males who served in the Empress’s personal Imperial Guard were allowed to assume it. His eyes, as he climbed the dais, changed from plain brown to concentric rainbow rings, also to honor her rank. The Empress was the only female in the galaxy known to have a rainbow aura—the pure light of divinity and perfection surrounded her.

Though only those who had the Vision could see it.

Kristoff had the Vision—it had come to him at an early age. He had been only five when his mother—a noblewoman of Ma
jor
ah Delta—had brought him along to court. During the royal procession when the Empress passed by, he had cried out in wonder,

“Muhmuh—look! A rainbow! The Empress has a pet rainbow!”

The Empress had heard and stopped the entire procession. Turning, she came back to where Kristoff and his mother were standing.

“Who speaks of our aura?” she demanded, an imperious look on her beautiful face.

“My Lady Goddess,” Kristoff’s mother gasped, dropping into a low, frightened curtsy. “Oh, please forgive my son! Kristoff is only five cycles old and he sometimes speaks out of turn.”

“No, my good woman—do not fear.”

The Goddess Empress had crouched before Kristoff, who looked at her wonderingly. She was beautiful—divinely beautiful with long golden hair, unlike the blue-black shade of most Ma
jor
ans, and sharp green eyes the color of emeralds which seemed to see into his very soul.

“Now then—Kristoff, is it?” she asked softly, looking at him.

“Yes,” Kristoff said. And then, when his mother nudged him sharply he added, “MyLadyGoddess,” in a breathless rush.

“Kristoff,” the Empress said. “Look at me and tell me what you see.”

Kristoff looked up at her, drinking in her divine beauty. It filled his small heart to overflowing.

“A rainbow,” he whispered, reaching up one hand to describe an arc around her golden hair. “Here…all around you. Is it your pet?”

The Empress smiled.

“In a way, I suppose. And can you see it that clearly?”

“It’s beautiful,” Kristoff breathed. “Like you, my Lady Goddess.”

“Well now—so young and already a flatterer.” The Empress had laughed and straightened. Then she spoke to Kristoff’s mother. “Your son has a rare talent, my dear. When he is of age, I will need him here at court. He is to be mine and mine alone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my Lady Goddess. Thank you my Lady Goddess,” Kristoff’s mother breathed.

“Very good.” The Empress had nodded and then leaned down. She pressed a cool kiss to Kristoff’s forehead. “Farewell for now, little one,” she murmured. “I will see you later when you come to claim your place in court.”

And so she had.

As he climbed the dais to reach the massive, golden sleeping platform, Kristoff recalled his many years in service to the Empress. He had come to the palace as a young warrior and presented himself to be taken into service. But though he had a place waiting for him at the word of the Empress herself, the training for an Imperial Guard was not easy.

There were long days and sleepless nights—stretches of endurance training without food or water or comfort of any kind. There were lessons on covert operations and the art of intrigue for a Guard must be subtle as well as deadly to protect his royal mistress’ life.

There was training with the sword, the blaster, the dagger, and every other weapon until he was a weapon himself—a deadly blade to be wielded only by the Empress.

Later, there were missions where his hands were drenched in the blood of her enemies—for an Empress, even a universally loved and worshipped one—always had those who wanted her dead and the Ma
jor
an court was a dangerous place—rife with lies and intrigue.

Through it all, the memory of that one cool kiss on his forehead carried Kristoff through.

Sometimes he thought he had always loved her—from that first moment at the age of five when he saw the beautiful rainbow aura surrounding her perfect face. From that moment when she kissed him and claimed him as hers. Though she was fifty cycles his senior and his love took the form of devotion rather than physical expression, still it was love of the deepest kind.

Unswerving Loyalty, Unquestioning Devotion, Unremitting Obedience—it was the code and the credo of the Imperial Guard. And to that, Kristoff added, Unending Love.

And now the female he had devoted his life to was dying.

He finished climbing the dais and bowed deeply to the withered figure in the middle of the bed. Her hair and skin were nearly pure white now but her rainbow aura remained, stronger than ever. It was a shining halo all around her head that only his eyes could see.

“Oh, don’t bow that way, Kristoff.” The Empress’s voice still sounded young somehow. Impatient even—as though she was beckoning him to hurry up because they were going to be late for court or some royal appearance.

“My Lady.” Kristoff rose from his deep bow and sat on the side of the bed. “How are you, today?”

“Well enough. I…” Her words were interrupted by a coughing fit. One of the trained nurses came forward but Kristoff waved her away. Quickly, he found the bulb of nutrient fluid which nourished the Empress in her fragile state. Propping her gently up with one arm, he squeezed some of the sweet liquid into her mouth.