Alien Romance: Rusneon Mates Boxed Set: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (22 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Her mind fled the pain, dancing back just a few days past – after Rushael left, when the nightmares first started.

Rushael’s library really was thorough. The mating rituals, in particular, were thoroughly explained and explored.

If a lord wanted to claim a mate as his own, he could brand her with his personal sigil. It ignored the will of the mate, but formed a compulsion that could not be resisted.

It could, however, be broken: if the two symbols – one on the mate’s wrist, the other around the lord’s neck – were brought together, the compulsion would be destroyed.

But then, the book cautioned, so would the lord and his mate. There was power in the sigils – power that Cynthia couldn’t quite understand, and the book didn’t really try explain it – and breaking the link between them would unleash that power.

Rusneans rarely survived a sundering of the sigil, and as Verek himself had said Cynthia was just a human – fragile, easily broken.

She was, in fact, dying.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Verek died first. Cynthia watched the light fade from his eyes, and allowed herself a triumphant smile as she realised she had outlived him.

But then a final pulse of power surged through her body. It threw her backward, and she slammed against the wall with a horrible wet smack.

This was it, she realised. She’d won, but still managed to lose.

The door to the bedchamber crashed open. Cynthia blinked over and over, but couldn’t quite focus on the figure in the doorframe. Then it called her name and knelt beside her, and she realised who it was.

“Rushael,” she said, and she managed to smile as she patted her hand against his wet, bloodied chest. “You’ve gone and ruined your shirt.”

He sobbed. This man – this Rusnean, iron-faced and stoic to the last, even while they were tangled in each other’s arms – let out a rushing gulp of air.

“Don’t go,” he whispered. “Cynthia, please. Stay here with me.”

But she didn’t reply.

She was gone.

He bowed his head, and the tears finally began to fall. They stung, hot shards of glass on his face – as grief does, when it finally breaks through the surface. Rushael pressed his face into Cynthia’s hair, refusing to let her go – not yet, he couldn’t do it yet.

One of his tears followed an unusual path down his cheek. It hung off his jaw for a moment, trembling and sparkling in the light, and then it fell away.

It landed on Cynthia’s cheek.

She gasped.

Rushael was astounded. He pulled back, and watched as Cynthia opened her eyes and focused on him.

She was alive again.

Rushael laughed, and she laughed with him – confused, perhaps, a little unfocused, but here, with him, now and forever.

They sealed their vows to each other the next day. Cynthia wore a military uniform, and when Rushael turned to face the millions watching and held his hands above his head in triumph, she threw her head back and cried the victory cry along with twenty million other Rusneans.

She was one of them, now.

She was
his
, now. And he was hers. She found herself hungry for him, wanting him in her mouth, between her thighs, in her and on her and within and a part of her. She could barely wait until they were back at his estate – indeed, he put the ship on autopilot while she ran her tongue across his chest and down his stomach.

He enjoyed that immensely, and made sure she knew it. His hand traced along her spine as he let out appreciative moans, and when she took as much of him into her mouth as she could manage he was clearly fighting the urge to buck his hips against her tongue.

And then he showed what he was capable of with his tongue, and Cynthia knew she had found her soulmate. The way he moved against her – even with his tongue, light and feather-soft on her thigh – he knew her every move, seemed to be able to anticipate what she wanted before she herself even knew she wanted it. She worried that she would fall short – that her experience, such as it was, would not be able to match up – but from the sounds he was making, and the way his muscles bunched and released, he was more than a little appreciative of her attentions. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, she realised – of course he did. His love had brought her back to life!

When she came the first time, it was an affirmation that everything she had been through was worth it – an erasure of fear and pain. By the third time, she was really starting to get into it.

By the fifth time, she was marveling at her lover’s endurance. And by the ninth time, she was reciprocating just as eagerly.

They finally drew to a close somewhere in the early hours of the morning, exhausted and delighted in their mutual satisfaction. Cynthia couldn’t breathe – was tingling and buzzing with happiness so all-consuming that she could barely even
think
– but even through the haze of delight, she still knew one thing without question.

Rushael loved her. She was his queen, and Rusneon was hers.

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PREVIEW OF ‘THE SAVAGE ALIEN’S CHOSEN’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER

Chapter 1: Landfall

“Attention all personnel, we will be arriving at Nardenstar in precisely 12.43 minutes.  Please be ready to disembark and take all personal items with you.  This destination update was sponsored by Lexo’s Used Star-Craft Depot.  Choose dependability.  Choose Lexo.”

Lara looked up from her research data as the bland voice of the Navigation Computer made its pronouncement.  A spike of fear hit her in the pit of her stomach and she battled to fight down the tide of panic that threatened to engulf her.

Just stay calm
, she told herself. 
You’ve got this covered.  Professor Belthazar wouldn’t have selected you for this mission if he didn’t think you had what it takes.

The problem was Lara didn’t really believe she had what it takes.  Back on Science Base Odin, the vast space station perched on the edge of Narden territory, Belthazar’s kindly manner and paternal interest in her had made her feel special and confident that she could accomplish anything. 

Now though, light years from the station and the safety of her lab and utterly alone aboard an automated commercial star ship, her confidence had withered away to nothing.  The Professor might think she had what it takes but would the secretive and hostile Narden feel the same way?

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she switched off her holo-computer and put it back into its holder.  Well, whatever type of reception awaited her she had to get ready for it. 

She only hoped the Narden didn’t cut out her tongue and stake her out on the tundra as soon as she landed, like they did to those Harrian Missionaries who had arrived on their home world unannounced fifty years ago.  Trying not to dwell on something so grisly, she got to her feet and paced across the cabin to check her appearance in the mirror.

The face looking back at her in the glass was small and round, with a perky little nose, full Rubina lips and chocolate dark eyes.  She scrutinised her appearance critically, running her hand through her curly, raven black hair and tying it into a ponytail. 

She took a few steps back and straightened the light blue tunic she wore and grimaced at how much it showed off her voluptuous curves and the melon ripe swell of her breasts. 

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her body, but she wanted to be valued for her mind and scientific capabilities rather than being seen as the fuller figured chick with the big jugs. 

Even amongst the enlightened academia sexism and chauvinism was rife and not the first time, she’d had to decline the propositions of a horny college lecturer or research team leader. 

Fortunately, she had secured her post as Professor Belthazar’s research assistant on her own academic merits.  Though she had only been aboard Odin for a month, he’d come to totally rely on her and valued her abilities highly.  Why else would he send her on so vital and sensitive a mission as this?

“Arrival at Nardenstar space port in precisely 8.77 minutes,” the Navigation Computer suddenly announced, startling her out of her thoughts.  “Meeting people for the first time can be a nerve-wracking experience.  Be sure to make the right impression by using Lovetongue Mouth Freshener.  Love your breath, love your Lovetongue.”

“Oh shut up!” snapped Lara, snatching up her travel case and storming out of the cabin.  This was it, she realised, the point of no return. 

She took several deep breaths as she headed down the corridor to the docking bay and wished she was still back on Odin, buried in her work.  She just wasn’t ready for a field mission, and she almost ordered the computer to turn round and return to the space station. 

She couldn’t do that though.  She couldn’t let the professor down.  His disappointment would be too much too bear.  No, she had to see this through, no matter how bad it was.  Maybe she was overreacting.  The Narden couldn’t be as bad as everybody said they were, could they?

* * *

Crouching low on the ridge, Nax got the Ice Ogre in his sights and raised his laser harpoon.  In the hollow below, the hulking brute was busy devouring a silk-seal oblivious to its impending doom.  Heart pounding in his chest, Nax aimed the laser harpoon at the Ogre’s misshaped head.

Counting slowly to five, Nax tightened his finger on the trigger and in a surge of adrenalin pulled it all the way.  The laser harpoon streaked brilliant red across the sky and hurtled toward the Ogre, just as it leant forward and buried its head in the remains of the silk-seal. 

The laser harpoon flew through the space where the Ogre’s head had been seconds before and exploded harmlessly into the thick trench of snow a few feet away.

The Ogre jerked its head up, a startled expression on its gruesome face and swung round to look straight at Nax’s vantage point.  Letting out a thunderous roar, it lurched to its feet and pelted towards the young Narden.

Nax also jumped to his feet and threw his laser harpoon away.  It would take at least fifteen minutes for the gun to reenergise another harpoon and by then it would be too late.  Ah well, Nax thought.  He fancied going for a run today anyhow.

“Hey, maggot dick!” Nax called at the top of his voice.  “Move your lardy arse!  You’ll have to run faster than that to catch me!”

The Ogre roared again and sprang forward on its thick, powerful legs, considerably closing the gap between them.  Nax quickly scrambled down the other side of the ridge, and started running for all his was worth.  The Ogre kept up with him, barely a foot or so behind.  It lashed out with his huge claws, trying to take the upstart down.

“Oh fuck flakes!” Nax yelled, pushing his body to the limit of its strength.  He’d underestimated this stinky fucker and no mistake.  Maybe he wouldn’t get out of this one so easily.  Maybe he would die today.  The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him and he whooped with laughter.

“Come on then, you son of a saggytit!” he yelled.  “Come and kill me if you think you’ve got the nuts for it!”

A cone of scintillating yellow light suddenly descended over Nax from above, stopping him abruptly in his tracks.  He stared at the light and then turned round to face the Ogre.  Wild with rage, the Ogre lunged at the cone desperate to get at its prey.  A flash of blinding light engulfed the monster as it made contact with the cone and it was thrown back several feet landing in an ignoble heap in the snow.

“Energy shield,” Nax said with distaste, glaring at the cone of light surrounding him.  “I don’t need help finishing off an Ogre!” he yelled out to the wilderness.

The Ice Ogre groaned and staggered to its feet.  As it did so laser blasts ripped through the air in its direction.  The monster yowled and scurried away toward the direction of the mountains.  The firing stopped, and Nax glared at the squat humanoid figure marching towards him.

“Damn you, Granor!” the young Narden snapped.  “Why do you always have to spoil my fun?”

Granor gave him a slow blink and holstered his laser pistol.  He reached into his belt with one furry hand and took out a small control device which he then pointed at the energy shield.  The cone of light surrounding Nax disappeared.

“Your gratitude is overwhelming, my prince,” Granor rumbled, pocketing the control device. 

“I had him just where I wanted him,” Nax protested.  “In a few more moments I’d have had an Ogre head hunting trophy for the great hall.”

“Chances are the Ogre would have been taking your head home with him,” Granor said gruffly.  “At least it will think twice before coming down from the mountains to harass the fishing colonies again.  You should have told me you were coming out here to play the hero.”

“It’s hard to play the hero when you have your lumbering bodyguard in tow,” Nax said acidly.  “How did you know where to find me anyway?  I made sure nobody spotted me when I sneaked out of the castle.”

Granor bared his fangs and tapped his black snout.  “A Yetoid has a nose for these things.”

“You’re so funny,” Nax said in a snarky voice.  “Why don’t you catch up with that Ogre, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that dazzling sense of humour of yours.  You’ll be very happy together.”

“As tempting as that sounds my prince, I must decline.  I need to get you to the space port.  Professor Belthazar’s gift to your father will be arriving shortly, and you were ordered to collect her, in case you’d forgotten.”

Nax made a face.  “Why is it always me that gets lumbered with the lousy jobs?  I have better things to do.”

“Like being disembowelled by Ice Ogres?”

“Shut up!”

The thrum of an engine came from above, and they both looked up to see an Earth ship glide across the boreal sky.  It was heading toward the dark wedge of rock where the space port was situated.

“Ah, here she is now, we’d best get going,” Granor said.

“I still don’t see why we’re playing nice with these snivelling Earthers,” Nax said sullenly.  “You should sit down and watch some of the holo-casts they put out on Earthtube.  They are a race of complete idiots.”

“Then you should have a lot in common with this woman,” Granor drawled.  “Come along now, I’ve a jet sleigh waiting.”

“I’m serious though,” Nax said as he trudged after the squat Yetoid.  “Why are we wasting time with our cultural inferiors?  I still don’t understand why we even tolerate the presence of one of their space stations in our territory.  It’s quite obvious to even the stupidest Tundra Ooze that it’s there to spy on us.”

“Science Base Odin is purely a research facility,” Granor intoned in a bored voice.  “The offer of the human female is a gesture of goodwill on behalf of the Earth Corporate, and your father is wise to accept it.  If your head wasn’t so stuffed full of tales from the Age Of The Diamond Glacier you’d appreciate that.  The Narden are not the galactic superpower they once were.  We must be cautious now and make wise alliances where we can, especially with how rapidly Earth is expanded its territory.”

“If I had my way we’d give the Earthers a lesson in respect for their betters,” Nax grumbled.   “That space station would be blasted into atoms for a start.”

“Now you’re talking like a shaman,” Granor chuckled as they reached the jet sleigh.  “Get in, and work on your social skills for when we meet this female.”  He wrinkled his snout.  “It’s a pity we can’t stop off for a bath.”

Nax sneered and flipped Granor the finger.  “Kiss my ass.”

The Yetoid shook his shaggy head.  “I think you should stop watching Earthtube, my prince.  You’re picking up some pretty dirty habits from these humans.”

* * *