HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (49 page)

His arms outstretched, again growing to unnatural lengths.  His hands once more closed around her breasts, massaging her on the outside just as his mouth was stirring her on the inside.  Gentle moans of delight managed to escape his mouth and she loved it.  The sounds he made were unlike any human man’s… they were almost guttural, but sounded as playful as a puppy’s growls. 

“Fuck me!” she commanded.  “Fuck me now!”

He broke his mouth away from her and climbed atop her body, adjusting her so that they both rested evenly upon the bed.  His hands sought out hers, his fingers interlocking with hers.  Once more, the creamy sensation of his skin coursed around her and with bewildered eyes she saw his hands become as liquid, spilling around her fingers and forming what looked like glass-shaped bonds.  His hands disappeared into the fluid and his arms became as rigid as oak trees.  She was pinned beneath him… unable to move.

“Oh,” she said breathlessly.  “I like this!”

He entered her and once more the combination of heat and fluid of his skin was as plain as daylight to her.  She felt him grow harder inside of her, harder than any man she had ever bedded before.  More… he grew longer within her, reaching depths that no man had ever attained before, carrying her to the very edge of her insanity.

Her back arched for as much as her pinned position would allow.  A moan left her lips that – if anyone was still in the complex – she was certain they would have heard her. 

He began to thrust inside of her.  The length and girth of his cock sent unknown waves of ecstasy through her.  Her arms could not move, her torso had very little space in which to react, and her ankles hooked over the backs of his knees in order to steady herself and to press her pelvis more firmly against his. 

He rocked inside of her and her body moistened under his touch.  She felt beads of sweat beginning to form across the length of her form.  The heat of his flesh coaxed more and more moisture from her skin and the air was permeated by the pungent musk of her pheromones and that which Ugil generated.  The latter’s smell was unknown to her but it called to her as if screaming her name.  She was drawn in by the smell, and with every brush of their flesh she silently prayed that his musk would pass through her skin and fill her.

She lost track of the minutes that passed as their bodies formed a mutual rhythm and they danced to music that only they could hear.  She tried to count the thrusts he made within her, losing count somewhere around the eighth or nine hundredth time, her senses becoming so befuddled that she found it nothing short of insane to try and count at all.

“Let me get on top,” she managed to whisper, though her voice sounded hoarse.

He complied and effortlessly he rolled.

The fresh air kissed at the sweat on her skin and she felt droplets roll down her back.  He changed, inside and out.  His bonding hands resumed their more humanlike form and his cock receded into a proper-human shape.  Another moan escaped her body as he did so, their union unbroken and his member teasing untouched parts of her within.

“Clasp your fingers over mine,” she said softly.  He did so, but kept his grip light.  “Tighter,” she commanded.  He obeyed.  “Tighter.”  His fingers clenched around her, not enough to be painful but enough to stand firm.  “Yes… just like that,” she moaned.  “Now, don’t let go.”

She began to rock against him.  She moved slowly at first, feeling him plunge in and out of her with every roll of her hips.  Even though he’d altered the dimensions of his manhood he was still plenty pleasing. 

As she moved, his body again rippled like water.  Every time she bobbed against him she brought fourth new and gentle splashes of his cream-like skin and once more it was both fascinating and strange to witness.  His skin was so warm and inviting… she wanted him to touch her more.

As if sensing her thoughts again, his body changed.  From his chest, three new arms sprouted.  Her initial reaction was to scream, but after no more than a heartbeat she found that there was nothing threatening about the emergence of these new appendages.  And she found that he had a pleasing use for them.

While his original hands held onto her fingers, the three new hands found pleasing places to touch her.  Two of them found her breasts, massaging them as she had taught him.  The third found the outside of her sex, massaging the outside of her most sensitive of places, his fingers lightly dipping in and out of her pussy as she moved, teasing her clit. 

Her mind suddenly felt blanked by the overwhelming stimuli.  To be touched in so many places, inside and out, was something that she had never imagined.  And listening to other women, those that had claimed to have experienced such things before no longer seemed as farfetched as she had thought.  It was more than a fantasy now… she had proof that such things were indeed possible.

She felt heat building up everywhere her body touched Ugil’s.  She looked down at him and saw that once more his body was transformed.  He had shifted into something… beautiful.  His flesh had become as transparent as glass, but he looked almost as if he were made of prisms.  Light reflected within him, throwing rainbows everywhere the light touched him.  Yet still, his skin was soft and gentle as water.  She had never seen anything like it.

From inside that glassy interior there was a light, right about where the heart would have been on a human man.  It glowed red, like a hot furnace and through his veins – at least she assumed that they were veins – she saw that same heated light coursing.  It was mesmerizing to watch and her eyes tracked the flow of the strange and warm liquid until it reached all the way to the tips of his fingers… all of them.

And suddenly, she felt a genuine bolt of electricity.  It began where their bodies were joined at the pelvis and shot through her flesh, exiting through every place his hands touched her.  Her mind truly did turn blank for the sensations that coursed through her, brief as they were, and her body suddenly felt limp as the power faded and finally died away.

She looked down in time to see Ugil’s body return to normal… as normal as she had seen it in any event.  The color of his flesh returned, his three spare hands receded back into his torso and he looked as any other human would.  His body was caked in sweat and his breathing was labored.

“Oh, god,” she whispered as she rolled over onto her side next to him.  She draped one arm across his chest and the other over his left leg.  Her breathing was just as labored as his was, though she felt certain that her body had lost more moisture than his.  “That… was…”

“Yes…” he said approvingly, “it was.”

She smiled, feeling some of the wind return to her lungs.  “Looks like you… didn’t need much of my help… at all.”

He smiled back at her.  “Was… I…?”

“Yes,” she said with a nod.  “You were.”

And they laid there together in silence, simply enjoying the serenity of it all until sleep claimed them both.

When she opened her eyes the following morning, the room was lightly changed.  There was a blue light shining in through the overhead ceiling and she saw a second orb floating in the sky.  It shined blue… turning the sky a similar color.

“The local sun,” Ugil said.

She rolled her head and found him still lying next to her.  He was still naked and propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. 

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

He reached out and let his fingers trace circles around her areolas.  “This was the only world I could find that came close to mimicking Earth’s sky.  It’s not an exact match… but it comes near enough.”

She rolled over onto her side, looking at him.  “I like it.”

He smiled.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

She licked her lips.  “Why Earth?  I mean… there have to be billions of other societies out there that are more interesting.  So why there?”

His fingers continued to draw invisible shapes on her flesh.  “I’m not sure… I suppose… I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” she asked, almost incredulously.  “Of humans?”

He sighed.  “I do not think often of my birth world, but there is one thing that I can tell you about it that often made me upset.”

“What was that?” she asked, using her own fingers to brush at his muscular chest.

“My society… it existed the way it does now for hundreds of thousands of years.  No changes.  It’s been that way since your kind were still living in caves.  There had been no change… nothing interesting…”

She saw where he was going with this.  “And because on Earth, our way of life changed so much… you got jealous?”

He nodded.  “Tribes became clans… you traded claws for clubs… iron for steel… steel for gunpowder… chieftains for presidents… huts for hovels… villages for cities… city states for countries… monarchies for republics… all within the spans of several hundred years at a time.  It was…
amazing
.”

She felt flattered and for no reason other than being a human and having been a part of the changes that her husband admired… at least in an ancestral sense.  “I suppose some might think your fascination with a
primitive
culture would be vulgar.”

“Many did,” he said plainly.  “That was also part of the reason why I left my home and came here.  Here there can be change.  Things could get better… or worse.  But it won’t be as it was on my home world, where progress and knowledge must stand still.  And I will be here to witness it.”  He looked at her.  “And so will you.”

She blushed.  “I hope you won’t think too highly of me, Ugil.  I might disappoint you.”

He shook his head.  “No… I’ve heard that human women were pitiful lovers from those that have sampled such before.  But… I was not disappointed.  I was worried that you would have thought me to be inadequate.”

“I didn’t,” she promised.  “You were… wow.”

It was his turn to blush. 

She enjoyed looking at him and though somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice was taunting her. It wanted her to ask him to make himself into other shapes that she might find pleasing.  She was able to silence those thoughts.  She was pleased with things as they were now.  There was no need to mar last night or this morning with perverse ideas.  There could be time to explore those later… no need to ask about them now.

“So… this is home?”

He nodded.  “As much of a paradise as I could build, based on your world.”  He licked his lips nervously.  “Maybe… you can show me more of what a true Terran paradise looks like?”

She bit her lip excitedly.  “Yes, I can.”

She drank it all in.  The feeling of it all was overwhelming.  All of her fears from the past few days of traveling had come and gone like smoke in a high wind.  She had been worried that she would not be accepted.  She had been fearful that she would be turned away.  She had thought that it was possible that she would not find happiness here.

All of those thoughts were gone from her now and she almost wanted to laugh for having thought of them at all.  A moon, built to be a paradise, and she was wed to the man who lorded over all of it.

There really is something better out here
, she thought happily.

“Come here,” she said, reaching out and taking his head between her hands and bringing his mouth once more to her own. 

THE END

Chapter 1

Lanie felt her nerves beginning to tremble as she sat in the quiet waiting area.  Though for her money it seemed like it was less of a “waiting area” and more like a foot chamber for some kind of royalty.  The walls around here were granite… the floors were marble… and there were ten chairs that were fit to be thrones in one of the old monarchies.  With nothing but a skylight above her to give her light – and considering how high up she was in the building – it felt like she had died and was awaiting the final judgement of God. 

Not far from the truth though, is it?
Asked the little voice in the back of her head.

“Shut up,” she whispered to the small voice nervously.  She caught herself in that and realized that she had whispered at all without meaning to.  A nervous habit, that was, and a sign of the kind of state of mind that she was in. 

She did not get nervous often, but it wasn’t something that she could ignore or suppress.  As few and far between as such instances were for her, they were like wine: the longer she had them stored away the more potent they became.  More than that, she got nervous at predictable times, like now: the unavoidable time spent inside a waiting area for her job interview to begin.  Her nerves always waited until such a time to begin their dance, making her feel as if there was some invisible soiree behind her eyes and only the neurons in her brain were invited to rave.

Her skin tingled, she drummed her fingers nervously on the cover of her personal portfolio, and she resisted the urge to touch her hair considering it had taken her more than an hour to get it the way she wanted.  Not a single hair could be out of place… not today it couldn’t… not for
this
.

She recalled the advertisement on the net like it was only yesterday, she had been so excited to see it. 

Wanted: A live-in attaché to CEO of high stakes and fast-paced technology company.  High pay, 9 figures a year to the right candidate.  Comprehension of business practices, ability to multitask, fluent with computers a must.  Applicants must be clean, orderly, understanding of multiple languages a plus.  Respond this link for application. 

She had sprung for that link the same way that teenage boys went after the bra clasps to their first dates.  And though the advertisement had been simple she knew enough about computers – everyone did – to know that it was legit.  Though her hopes had not been high and merely childish at best, she had sent her application off with the same grace as someone taking a shot in the dark.

It had been less than week later before she got her response, detailing where and when she was to come for her interview.  She had about hit the roof of her living unit when she authenticated the business title on her receipt message.

The response had come from Madison Technologies.

She still couldn’t believe her good fortune.  It was like she had wished upon a single lucky star or something of that nature.  As a child she had been taught about wishing upon a star, like all children had been, and had eventually given such a belief over to childish superstition as she had matured.  But now, just a few short months out of college, and she was sitting and waiting for her interview in one of the largest – and most
influential
– conglomerates on the planet.

Madison Technologies
… she thought excitedly for the umpteenth time since she had opened her eyes from sleep this morning.  Anyone in her line of work knew the name, the same way that people all over the world knew Santa Claus even if they didn’t believe in him.  Such a powerful entity was on the bucket list of anyone who wanted to work on the cutting edge of the most advanced technologies… to be close to the
real
frontier of
anything
.  If it was new, M.T. was researching it… developing it… building it… or patenting it.  If it was something that was unknown, then M.T. was theorizing it… looking for it… or developing a means to prove it.

M.T. owned the patents on so many ground breaking technologies that it was considered by most to be the new Rome of the world.  If all roads led to Rome in the ancient world, then every piece of tech in the new world was born in the labs of M.T.  And it wasn’t only the tech that the company developed… it was the market share that made it the envy of every other conglomerate in the world. 

It’s how they can afford nine figures to a glorified assistant
, she thought, feeling the tingle at the opportunity that she had been sitting patiently for within the last ten minutes.  Or at least what
felt
like ten minutes as she didn’t have the heart to check and see how long she actually had been sitting here.  She wanted to savor every sweet instance of this day… the bliss of it all was too real to believe and she could scarcely believe that she had made it at all.

Lanie had done some research when she had applied for the job. 
Forbes
Magazine
had put Madison Technologies at the #1 spot on the Fortune 500 list.  So had
Time Magazine
…
Business World… Tech Frontiers
and a hundred other magazines that she didn’t need to read to know that M.T. was at the center of the bullseye for business and development. 

That added to her frayed nerves, the research that she had done.  Statistics showed that 95% of all people who applied to work for M.T. never made it past the application process since the business was so selective about the people that they hired.  That much was common knowledge; only
the
best of the best ever made it in, allowing for how many breakthroughs that the company made.  And of the 5% that made it in, only 1% ever made it as far as interviewing for the man behind it all.

That explains why you’re alone here
, the little voice said, causing her feet to start bouncing nervously on the floor. 

She looked around, anxious for something else to focus on besides the very reason she had been called in here.  There were certainly plenty of other – albeit small – distractions in the room with her.  Like so many other waiting rooms that she had seen it was an impressive place that, if she were to judge such things, was expensive to build. 

No credit card was safe when they built this place,
she thought looking around. 

The floors were made of white marble and polished so highly that she could have used it for a mirror.  The chair she sat in conformed to her shape and she was able to look at the floor over her knees as she leaned forward.  Her reflected twin stared up at her and she gave herself an appraising look.  Her chocolate colored skin was perfect, her eyes were dark, and her jet black hair was tied in a ponytail that hung limply over her right shoulder.  Her figure was rounded, she carried full breasts, hips, thighs, and calves that were not the average size of most women in her business but that had never held her back from becoming the best at what she did.  Dressed in her best gray business suit, she almost felt intimidated by her own reflection.

I’ve got this
; she thought to herself, gazing at her own reflection in the floor,
I can do this… I’m going to go in there… I’m going to conquer… and I’m going to be sitting as the personal attaché
the
most influential man on the fucking planet!

Positive as she tried to be it did nothing to calm her nerves.  She continued to drum away on her portfolio and looked to her watch.  Not to check the time, but simply to look upon the device itself as if gave her no small amount of comfort.

The watch itself was an antique, more than two hundred years old, and still in working order.  Her great-great-grandfather had worn the watch from his days in the military when he’d served in one of the wars that America had fought… it was called the Gulf War, if she remembered it right.  Back in the days when the Middle East was still a collection of warring religious tribes or something like that.  History had never been one of her exceedingly strong skills.

The watch had been passed from one generation to the next until it had come all the way down to her.  Her own father, never wanting her to join the military – and also because she had no brothers – had inherited the watch.  And he’d kept it until the day he’d passed it to her.

“It’s been through a lot of shit,” her father always used to tell her.   “You wear this, you can survive anything.  It’s a part of you… it’ll keep you safe.”

She smiled at the watch.  It was one of the few things that she had left of her father… of her whole family, come to that.  The face of the device looked brand new; there wasn’t so much as a scratch upon the hardened plastic.  It was designed to function in the military after all, so it was probably sturdier than most other time pieces.  The three hands inside of it had carried on with their function, telling her the hour, minute, and second of the day. 

She allowed her fingers to trace the circular edge of the watch and felt the old steel construction of it.  The watch was warm from being worn on her wrist and she marveled at it and not for the first time.  It had been built in a time when things were not made to endure.  All she had ever done – all that
anyone
in her family had ever done – to ensure that the watch would work was to change the battery.  Apart from that, there had never been any work done to the device.  It truly was, she believed, a marvel of engineering.  Not so different from what she was trying to accomplish here.

“Ms. Church?” said a woman’s voice, startling her.

She almost jumped in her chair, but managed to keep still… barely.  She didn’t’ want to appear nervous and every fiber of muscle in her body became as rigid as hull steel.  She looked and saw another dark-skinned woman standing in the doorway of the highly glossed waiting room.  This woman, much like herself, was dressed in a business suit, her hair tied into numerous braids behind her head and an oddly serene look upon her face. 

“Yes?” Lanie said, acknowledging the other woman.

“Mr. Madison will see you now,” the woman said.  “Please, follow me.”