Alpha Alien: Mated (2 page)

Thinking about never seeing her again, combined with being clean and sitting in the tub, and I burst into tears. I tried to muffle the sound, but I'm an ugly, loud crier. Fuck 'em. They kidnapped me. It's okay for me to have a solid breakdown bawl in the tub.

After I'd finally cried myself out, I got out of the pool. Whatever was in their version of soap and shampoo was just amazing. Even after a good soak, my hair and skin had never felt softer.

I stood there dripping and looking around the room. There were no towels. I hadn't thought about that. They'd done away with toilet paper, and apparently towels, too. Since I loved the feeling of toweling off after a bath, I was pretty bummed out.

I took another step and whatever crazy drying technology they had kicked in. Before I made it to the bench my gown was hanging next to, I was dry. I still missed the feeling of a nice towel, but at least I was dry.

I touched the dress. The fabric was gorgeous, an ombre of dark blue into emerald green. It moved like chiffon, light and airy. The color shifted as I touched it. I looked around the bench and realized that, while she'd provided a dress, there were no undergarments. No panties, no bra. I side-eyed the dress and thought,
And no Spanx. This could get ugly
.

Still I could give my panties a good wash in the pool and use the magic drying powers of their bathroom. I moved over to where I'd stripped out of my things and they were gone. I walked in a slow circle, trying to convince myself that I'd just put them someplace else. But nope. They were gone.

At some point, someone or something had slipped in, stolen my dirty laundry and I never noticed. It made me feel very vulnerable and I scurried back to the dress. I wanted to get dressed ASAP, even if it meant I was going commando.

It appeared to be one piece and I groaned. There must be some magic hidden zipper or something, but I couldn't work it out. I finally pulled it on over my head. I had to wiggle a bit to get my boobs into the top, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

A section of the wall mirrored as I stood there and I took advantage of it to preen a bit. It draped and flowed like it had been made for me.

I couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the garment. I guess the comic books got one thing right - boob wrangling of the future was made of magic. My significant bosom felt supported and the girls looked freaking amazing, all without a single strap digging into my shoulders and back. A girl had to appreciate that!

I finally figured out the whole "leaving the bathroom" thing and stepped back into the main room.

And he was there.

He was lounging on one of the divans. I froze at the door and contemplated fleeing back into the bathroom when the door slid shut behind me. Fuck.

He slowly rose - his gaze never shifting from mine. I decided against fumbling to figure out how to reopen the door. I squared my shoulders and took a step forward, trying to project a strength I didn't feel.

"I want you to take me home, now."

My words fell into the room and sat there. He started walking slowly toward me, but I stood my ground. Sort of. It was like being stalked by a wild animal and I knew in my bones that, if I let him get close…SNAP…the jaws of a massive saltwater croc would snap around me.

I put my hands up. "Stop."

Dammit, I sounded more scared than firm. But he stopped. Stopped and smiled.

Gulp.

His eyes raked over my body. He lingered at my considerable cleavage and it took everything in my power to not cover myself with my hands. I had to hide how he impacted me. I'd never physically lusted after anyone so badly.

And he looked like he could eat me up in one gulp.

I repeated myself. "I want you to take me home. Now."

The silence lengthened between us.

He just stared at me. "No."

Really? Just…no? I could have stomped my feet in frustration.

"It's not up for discussion. You will take me home, now."

"No."

He smirked. It was just a little turn of the lip, but he was still smirking at me. How dare he?

"So, I'm your captive, then."

At that, he smiled. "Yes." Then he took a step closer.

Fuck this and fuck him. Yeah, I was totally hot for a scaly alien, but I had no interest in being a complacent prisoner.

One of the low floating tables was next to me, with the remains of the meal Thea had provided. I reached down and snatched the glasses, flinging them and their contents at Tlavi's head. Then I grabbed the heavy carafe by the handle.

It wouldn't be much of a fair fight — he outweighed me and was way, way taller — but if I could surprise him and get a solid hit to the head, then maybe I could get the upper hand and gain control of the situation.

Except from the look on his face as vitae dripped off his chin, the last thing the lizardman expected was any kind of resistance. As I swung the weighty jug at his head, he burst into action. He caught the carafe in his hand easily and used it to pull me firmly into his arms.

Taking advantage of the momentum, I launched at him. I'm not a lightweight or a delicate flower, so we went down in a pile of arms and legs. And with another twist that I couldn't keep up with, he was on top, straddling me. My arms were pinned to my sides and my breaths where coming out in gasps.

Touching him was a mistake. He wasn't kidding about the life mate stuff being explosive. His weight on me, his warmth, his scent filled my nose. My nipples were hard as rocks and I couldn't tell if I was panting from adrenaline and exertion or if I was moaning with need.

His eye slits expanded and his grip on me tightened. He stared down at me, his eyes glued to my heaving bosom and he growled. He literally growled, then hissed at me. "You filthy ape-thing. I don't want you, it's just
Pogona
pulling us together. Control your weak mind."

It was like cold water being dumped all over me. He was the one who kidnapped me, who wouldn't let me go. I was still physically burning for him, but as he lowered his head to mine - I head-butted him. Hard.

Copper-colored blood gushed out of his nose, but he still didn't release my arms. He was nestled between my legs and I could feel a very distinct hardness pressing into me, only the thin silk of the dress and his pants keeping him from plunging into my slick core.

He released one hand to pull the skirt of my gown up. I balled my hand into a fist and punched him in the nose again, hoping that it was more sensitive now. But his hand was relentless.

For all our roughness, he was so gentle as he touched me that all the fight went out of me. He lightly trailed up my mound, then stroked my clit with his thumb.

It was like lightening exploded out of my aching nub. I went from fighting him to arching my back and clutching him. His thumb circled my clit and I shook in his arms. His fingers probed my now soaking slit and I lost all sense of being.

He growled in my ear as he discovered my wetness and plunged two of his fingers into me. My hips rose to meet the thrust of his hand and the only thought I had was of having him in me. He drove me higher and higher with his hands until a blazing orgasm ripped through me.

His growls now sounded triumphant and I could only whimper as he removed his hand. My eyelids fluttered open to him staring down at me - pure satisfaction on his face as he undid his pants. His mind isn’t as strong as he thought it was, since he can’t keep his hands off me.

I spread my legs wider, more than ready to feel his hard length fill me. I wanted everything he could give me. Whatever this thing was between us, we were going to figure it out right now.

Before he could release his cock and take me, he was flying backward through the air and off of me. I looked up in a daze. It was Thea and, holy shit, she was strong. And mad as hell. She'd grabbed him by the back of the shirt and flung him head over heels away from me. I managed to pull the gown down over myself while she was throwing him around.

Tlavi fell in a heap in the middle of the room. He tried to stand, but Thea kicked his feet out from under him and yelled, "How DARE you! She's my guest. She is under my protection. You put her in my protection. You have violated my trust."

She grabbed the foot he kicked out at her and threw it upward hard enough to send him rolling closer to the door.

"You claim you want to break the lifemate bond,” she continued screaming, “but then you won't keep your hands off her. I was only gone for five minutes!"

Thea performed another powerful flip. "You only care about yourself. You claim you want to be more than our biology, but it's a lie. You can only think about your own selfish pleasures. She is in my charge and you are no longer permitted in my quarters. Computer, Protocol Sekkizin!"

With that, a door slid open and she flipped him out the door. The door closed in his face as he was scrambling to get back into the room. With him covered in blood and the look of rage on his face, I was kinda glad he couldn't get back in.

She turned and faced me. I started to scramble away at her scowl but her face relaxed into a worried expression.

"I am so sorry, Meli. I didn't think he would violate your privacy like that."

He almost violated a lot more than my privacy. Coitus interruptus or not, I wanted to die of embarrassment. She bustled over to me and helped me to my feet.

She paused and looked me dead in the eye, no expression on her face. "I am sorry to have to ask you this, but I have to know, for both our sakes, did he take you."

I burned red. "Define take." His hand had definitely been…taking what it wanted. Giving me exactly what I was begging for.

She stayed calm and quietly said, "I mean what humans would consider the basic sex act of man and woman."

No matter how hard I prayed, the floor did not open up and swallow me. "No, no we did NOT have sex." By about five seconds, maybe less. And I was really torn up about that.

She immediately relaxed. Great, they were all a bunch of xenophobes. She just didn't want her brother attached to a human.

"You can't possibly know, but if you had, it would have made the life bond difficult, if not impossible to break. He wouldn't be able to let you go home and, as much as I enjoy having a guest, I know you want to go home."

"Okay, you have to tell me what the hell is going on. Because on one hand, he's insulting me. On the other, he's trying to fuck me. And I can't think when he's touching me. He makes my brain go all crazy."

It was a little crass, but true. Something was on fire between us and it didn't make sense.

"My people, we have a few…let's call them oddities. In the known worlds, as we come into our maturity, we develop a life bond. It's a physical and spiritual connection with another being."

"But, I'm not your people."

"No, but rarely, it crosses into other species. Mostly, it's someone you already know. The more religious among us believe it's how the gods keep our bloodlines healthy."

"And you both think I'm Tlavi's life mate?"

"Oh, I would say so. He's overly proud of our family and culture. He's…" She paused, clearly trying to phrase something delicate. But I remembered what he called me.

I lifted an eyebrow. Bloodlines, ew. "We'd call him a racist on earth, being all about genetic purity and what not."

Thea shook her head and pleaded with me. "He's not bad, he's just very, very traditional. Our father beat it into him that he must keep the family line going. And he hates the idea of being a slave to our bodies’ whims. He doesn't believe the gods have anything to do with it, it's just a genetic quirk we can overcome."