Alien Morsels: Short Tales from Zerconian Warrior Series (5 page)

“She’s so beautiful.” Mila gazed down at the tiny baby, instantly in love.

“I know,” Zoey replied, voice filled with pride. “She’s the most beautiful baby in the universe. Not that I’ve seen that many. I really have no idea what I’m doing.” Panic flashed across Zoey’s face before she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “But Dex reckons we can learn together. He’s so besotted by her.”

Dex had barely left his mate’s side since she gave birth three days ago. Anyone could see by the way he gazed at his daughter how much he loved her. He practically melted.

“I wish we weren’t leaving,” Mila told her with a sigh.

“So do I. But this is an important meeting.”

Mila nodded. “I know.”

“I’m sorry the old bat insisted on going.” Dex’s parents were going to Newsdale to meet with the Earth Council with Mila.

Good for Zoey. Not so good for Mila. She wasn’t all that fond of the old bat, either.

“Are you nervous?” Zoey asked.

“Oh yeah. But I’m excited, too. This could be the beginning of a new era. I don’t want anyone else to die because they didn’t find their mate.”

Zoey squeezed her hand then took back the baby when she cried. “Come on, little one. Time for a feed.”

“Have you decided what to call her?” Mila asked as Zoey finished feeding the baby and held her against her shoulder, rubbing her back to burp her.

“The old bat wants me to call her Helgar or Anuus.”

“Anus? Seriously? She wants you to name your baby after a butt?”

Zoey giggled, and Mila nearly sighed in relief to see Zoey looking so happy. She’d been scared for her friend. Although she still saw glimpses of sadness, she was much happier than she had been.

“That’s not the worst suggestion. Her favorite is Liulanbeth. She wants me to name my gorgeous girl after her.”

“I know you’re not going to call her any of those names.”

“No. But we have chosen a name. Elodie Simone.”

“Elodie. That’s beautiful. A beautiful name for a beautiful baby.” Longing filled her and she glanced up at Koran, wondering why she hadn’t fallen pregnant. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. She blushed at the thought. Koran could barely keep his hands off her when they were alone.

She caught his gaze where he stood talking to Dex across the room. When Koran met her gaze, heat smoldered in his eyes. He moved towards her, gazing down at the baby.

“Would you like to hold her?” Zoey asked him.

He held his hands up, a look of sheer terror on his face. “No.”

Mila giggled. “Are you scared? Of a baby?”

“Of course not,” he replied arrogantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s probably worried he will hurt her. But my little warrior princess is tougher than she looks,” Dex said proudly as he picked his daughter up and held her close.

Mila melted as she watched the strong, huge warrior holding his tiny daughter so carefully.

“We must go, Mila. We leave in two hours.”

“I know.” She hugged Zoey then gave baby Elodie a kiss. “Goodbye little one. See you soon.”

“You did wonderfully, Mila.” Koran closed the door to their suite of rooms. They were staying in a hotel on Newsdale.

The solemn, calm look slipped from her face, and she laughed, dancing around the room.

He smiled at her foolishness. She tripped, falling to her knees and he rushed towards her, helping her up. “Are you well? Did you hurt yourself?”

She smiled, shaking her head. “I’m fine. I can’t believe it. They agreed! We did it!”

“
You
did it. I know you were nervous.”

“Nervous? I nearly peed my pants. I cannot believe I pulled that off.”

His mate had been calm, collected, and confident in her negotiations. No one could have seen her nerves. She had negotiated an alliance with Earth, which included a trade agreement. And most importantly, more humans would be visiting Zerconia in the near future.

“But you are not wearing pants.”

“I wasn’t being literal. That would be embarrassing. Now, we can go home.” She sat on the sofa and laid her head back. Her breasts pushed against her top and his shaft stirred. They had not joined since they had arrived on Newsdale. She had been busy in negotiations that started early in the morning and went late into the night, and she needed her rest.

But now that was over.

“Strip for me.”

Her gaze dropped to his shaft which twitched. He needed her.

“Strip.”

Mila stood and without argument, stripped her clothes off until she stood before him completely naked. Koran’s balls ached, the heat racing through his body impossible to ignore.

Not that he wanted to.

“Turn.”

A blush covered her cheeks, but she slowly turned. His Mila had issues about her looks. But he had taken it on as his personal challenge to show her how beautiful she was.

“Sit back down. Spread your legs wide.”

“Oh, dear Lord. This is so dirty.”

“The seat is dirty?” He would need to speak to the cleaner.

“No, I mean you’re being dirty. Your words. Your commands. It’s a good thing.” She sat, spreading her legs.

“Ahh.” Understanding her had become much easier, and her Zerconian was now very good. But occasionally she still managed to confuse him with her human sayings.

“You have been a good girl. You have worked hard. I believe you are owed a reward.”

“Really?”

Her nipples hardened into tight rosy nubs, topping her plump, pale breasts. Her breath quickened. Waiting was impossible. Need tore at him, nearly tearing his insides to shreds. He quickly stripped, enjoying the way her gaze narrowed, heat filling her eyes as she studied his naked body.

They were made for each other.

“Cup your breasts, hold them up for me.”

He strode towards her. Kneeling between her spread legs, he ran his hands up her thighs, ignoring her centre for the moment. Leaning forward, he breathed over one taut nipple, teasing her.

“Koran!” she cried out, shifting around on the sofa.

Taking pity on her, he ran his tongue over her nipple, then flicked it.

“Stop teasing!”

A smile threatened at the mix of pleading and demand in her voice. He moved to her other nipple, doing the same. Then he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly. He moved back and forth between each nipple, feasting, simply taking his time.

“Clasp your hands together behind your head. Your body is mine to do as I please with. Do you agree?”

“Yes. Always.”

He pushed her legs further apart, staring down at her pussy. He never imagined his mate would be so perfect for him. His need for her was high, but she matched him at every step. She was intelligent, kind, and sweet. Light to his darkness. He knew he could be abrupt and abrasive, but she balanced him out.

Koran would do anything for her.
Anything.
There was only one thing he feared. Losing her. He only hoped that he got to spend years loving her. Even though he knew forever would never be enough.

He ran his finger up her slick folds, and she whimpered, closing her eyes. Then he swirled his finger around her clit. She gasped, her breath catching as he flicked her clit back and forth. He thrust one finger deep inside her, she was slick with need.

“You are wet for me.”

She opened her eyes to stare at him. “Ahh, yeah, course I am. I want you, Koran. Inside me.”

“Soon. I have something for you.”

“A present?” Her face lit up.

Picking her up, he carried her to the masic and set her down. “Lie back. Hands above your head.”

Koran reached over to the drawers next to the masic and pulled out the vibrator he’d purchased earlier.

Mila’s eyes widened as she stared up at him. “Is that what I think it is?”

“A vibrator,” he told her with satisfaction.

“How did you get it? Where?”

“There is an interesting store here at our hotel. The Newans are very open with their enjoyment of joining.”

“You don’t need to tell me,” she muttered, blushing.

The Newans were exhibitionists. The more people watching, the wilder they grew. While he and Mila had spent most of their time in the hotel, the times they had left had been very eye-opening.

“You can’t use that on me, Koran.” Her gaze flicked nervously between his face and the vibrator. But he saw the heat in her gaze, the way she licked her lips. She was aroused.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh hell,” she muttered. “Nothing I say will stop you, will it?”

“You are afraid?” He would never do anything to frighten her. That went against his driving need to protect her.

She sighed. “No. I’m not scared. Do your worst.”

He frowned at her words. “I will do my very best by you. You are my mate.”

She smiled, her gaze warm and full of love. “I know.”

Koran pulled her lower lips apart, rubbing the vibrator up and down until her juices coated the thick shaft. Then he drew it down to her entrance, pushing it slowly inside her.

“Oh God. I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“I bought this vibrator because it understands voice commands. I programmed it earlier.”

She muttered something under her breath as Koran seated the vibrator deep inside her.

“Keep that inside. Do not let it slip out,” he warned.

A whimper was his only reply.

“Vibrate half-strength.”

“Oh shit. Oh shit.” She arched up then groaned. “Koran!”

Pleased with himself, Koran leaned down and circled her clit with his tongue. Around and around. Up and down. She was so slick. So ready for him. He knew she was close. Her body shuddered, her cries filling the room.

“Stop,” he commanded.

Mila let out a loud cry as the vibrator stilled. “I was so close.”

He smiled. “Roll over. Hands and knees. Do not lose the vibrator.”

As she moved, the vibrator slipped out onto the mattress.

“Crap.”

He tsked. “Naughty girl. You’re going to have to be punished for that. Head down, forehead touching the masic.”

For a long moment, he simply drunk her in. The sight of her, naked and waiting for him, filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction. Her ass was high in the air as she knelt on the masic.

“Spread your legs.” He slid the vibrator deep once more, loving her sigh of satisfaction. He had hoped his Mila would enjoy her present.

He certainly did.

Koran ran his hand over her ass then gave it a sharp tap. She jolted then moaned as he rubbed the heat in. He didn’t intend to actually punish her. This spanking was all about adding to her pleasure. Her willingness to try new things constantly surprised him.

He smacked her other cheek. His cock throbbed. He couldn’t hold back much longer. His need for her demanded release.

“Rotate head.”

“What? Oh, oh, oh.” She shuddered as the vibrator rotated. “Koran, please.”

He gave each of her cheeks a final smack. Then he pulled her lower lips apart, staring at the vibrator tucked between her folds.

“Stop.” As the vibrator quieted, he grasped the end and pulled it out. Before she could complain, he drove it back inside her. He stilled, his body shaking with the need for release. Her warmth surrounded him, massaging his shaft and very nearly sending him over.

“Koran! Koran!”

He moved, drawing back before pushing himself in deep. It was a test of his control. Jaw clenched, sweat coated his skin as he attempted to hold himself back. Reaching around, he circled her clit with his finger then flicked it steadily.

“Come, my mate. Come!”

He would not come before her. He would not. Mila arched her back, crying out as she came, rippling around him. It was too much. Too intense.

He was lost. Koran roared as he followed her over into bliss.

Mila snuggled up against Koran’s chest. “Wow.”

“You enjoyed your present?”

“Ahh, yes. Just a little bit.” She sat up, giving him a smile. She would never have guessed he’d buy her a vibrator for a present. “I love you, you know.”

Reaching up, he brushed her hair back from her face. “And I love you, my beautiful mate.”

Mila refrained from arguing. It was still hard to believe that he found her beautiful. She’d always been the plain sister. The one no one noticed. But Koran noticed her. This sexy, gorgeous man was hers.

Sometimes she still pinched herself. Well, she had until Koran made her stop. Something about not being allowed to hurt herself.

“I wonder how much Elodie will have grown by the time we get back.” It would take them at least a week to return home, more if they stopped along the way. She would be nearly a month old by the time they returned. “She is so beautiful.”

“I hope our daughter takes after her beautiful mother.”

Mila bit her lip, turning away so he didn’t see the worry on her face. But she should have known better. She couldn’t hide anything from his sharp gaze.

“Mila? What is it?” Koran sat, turning her back to face him.

“Nothing. It’s silly.”

“Mila.” There was warning in his voice, and she knew he wouldn’t let this go. Stubborn male. She loved how attentive he was, but sometimes it would be nice to keep
something
a secret.

“It’s silly.”

“So you said. I do not believe anything that worries you is silly.”

“Well, it’s just…don’t you think I should be pregnant by now? I mean, we’ve been together a while now, and we’re not using anything as protection. So why am I not pregnant? It’s not as if we haven’t been trying often enough.”

“Yes, we certainly have not lacked in that area,” he said smugly. “My mate has a hunger for me that I am barely able to satiate.”

“Stop joking around.” She smacked his chest.

His gaze widened. “I never joke.”

“Koran.”

He drew her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. It put her pussy awfully close to his cock. Need stirred, her clit throbbing. She just had a mind-blowing orgasm less than fifteen minutes ago, and now she was ready for more?

Down girl.

Damn body didn’t listen to her, of course.

He flicked her nipple. “See what I mean? Insatiable. But I apologize. I did not mean to make light of your concerns.”

“Is there something wrong with me?” Now that she’d gotten the ball rolling, she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out all her fears. “What if I can’t have babies? Why would I be your mate if I can’t have babies? Why would you want me?”

“Stop.”

The harshness in his voice caught her by surprise. She quieted, staring at him.

“There is nothing wrong with you. But even if there were. Even if you could not have children, you are my mate. My everything. Would you still love me if my arm was gone?”

She gaped at him. “What? Of course, I would.”

He nodded, looking satisfied.

She hated to burst his arrogant bubble. “But that’s different.”

He frowned. “How?”

“Because your population is dying out. You need more babies.”

“Mila. You are not a breeding machine for my people. You are my mate. I will love you no matter what. I want to be with you because of who you are. Not because you might become pregnant.”

She sniffled feeling tears well. “So you don’t care if we have a baby?”

He was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking. “I have no idea how to care for a baby. I fear doing something stupid and hurting them.”

She wiped her face, watching him. Koran rarely admitted being afraid. In fact, the only thing he had ever said he feared was losing her. He was always so confident, so fearless.

“A baby with your eyes, your smile, I think that would be a great joy. If we never have a child, I will still thank the fates every day for bringing me you. Because you mean more to me than anything.”