TirzahsAllure (11 page)

Approaching the captain, he handed him the stone. “Will this take care of your expenses? It’s an emerald. It will fetch you a large sum.” He watched the captain’s eyes grew large, then greed enter his expression. The man almost yanked the stone from Cain’s fingers.

“Yes, yes. This is good payment. Any time you need boat, please call me?”

Cain left him to join Tirzah, Opek and Henke. “Guard the pouches that hold the stones with your life, and the ones that hold your instruments. I don’t trust this man,” he told them.

The boat turned and headed back for civilization. They took shifts watching over each other as they slept, just in case the captain decided to do away with them and steal the other stones. Not that he knew there were more, but Cain didn’t want to take any chances.

Once they arrived at their destination, Cain quickly transported them to his hotel. He was mesmerized by the expression on their faces as they examined every detail of his hotel suite. He just let them explore. When Tirzah turned on the TV, it halted their exploration on the spot and they watched it intently.

“What is this?”

“Entertainment. This is a movie. We watch the news, documentaries, and all kind of shows on the TV. By the way, when we got here, I booked a room for the two of you. Your names are Opek Akerson and Henke Bjorn. Both names are Swedish. Your room is just down the corridor.” He handed them both a keycard.

“Are these names permanent?” Olek asked.

“Not necessarily. I’m going to start looking into all the paperwork you’ll need as soon as we’ve all rested. I also have to find out where I can sell the stones.”

Rested?
Right now, his libido was in overdrive. All he wanted was to be alone with his bride and make love to her. He couldn’t very well tell the two men that. “I’ll walk you to your room. Tomorrow, I’ll buy you clothing and I’ll start planning.”

Where to begin? The internet was first. Maybe he could find out there how to get them identification, names, papers. “Come with me,” he told the men.

He walked them to their room. “Tirzah and I need to be alone for a while, and I need to think,” he told them. “I hope you’ll be comfortable here. Don’t leave your room, whatever you do. I’ve ordered meals for you, so if anyone knocks on the door, it will be food delivery. I’ll come and see you in the morning.”

He hoped he was clear enough. He longed to be alone with Tirzah and the last thing they needed was for Henke or Opek to come knocking on the door.

Opek was the wiser of the two. He sent an understanding glance, smiled and nodded. “We understand. I was a newly wedded man once.”

Cain hurried back to his room and found Tirzah on the bed, relaxing in a provocative position. As soon as he stepped into the room and glanced at her, his cock sprang to attention. How could he help it? She lay naked on her side, one leg down, one leg raised, her foot resting on the other leg. Her clit was easily visible. One hand under her chin, she gazed intently at the TV.

“Cain, when will we watch the movies you told me about? The ones where I will learn all Earth’s language about sex?”

“We can do that right now,” he responded, his voice laced with desire.

In seconds, he’d peeled his clothes off and joined her on the bed. Taking the remote from her hands, he ordered a few adult movies.

They might have taught her a few things, but did not have the desired result. Midway during the second movie, she turned to him.

“Animal sex.”

“Huh?”

“There is no love.”

He laughed. “No, babe, it’s called porn.”

“What is porn?”

“Movies that are nothing but sex. Love doesn’t come into the equation.”

“Oh. I don’t think I like these movies. These are real people?”

“Yes, they are.”

“How can they do this? There is no shame among my people, but this is not right. When we copulate, it is for marriage, for love.”

“On my world, there are people who have sex only for money. They’re called prostitutes. For people who star in movies where they have sex, it’s for money. Not for love.”

“Why do people watch them?”

“Some people like to watch others have sex. It makes them hornier.”

“What is hornier?”

“Me!” He laughed. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he moved closer to her. “This is horny,” he told her. Groping for the remote, he turned the movie off and put on some soft music instead. Kneeling beside her, he drank in the sight of her beautiful body, her curves, full breasts, nipples already hard and waiting for his lips.

He stroked her softly from head to toe and back again. Her skin felt softer than the finest silk, her lips swollen with desire for him. She lay gazing at him, focused on his eyes, never leaving his gaze.

“I love you.”

He’d heard it in his head, or was it his imagination? “Baby, you are my heart, my soul, my life. I never thought a woman could creep under my skin like this, but you have.”

“Cain, I understand your language completely now, but creep? What is that? Under your skin?”

“That means you’ve hooked me. I am yours, now and forever.”

Spreading her legs, he stroked her moist folds opening her up to him. So pink, so perfect. With his cock in his hand, he leaned forward and rubbed it up and down her slit, his other hand playing with her clit and breasts in turn.

He heard her deep sigh. Tearing his gaze away from her labia, he watched her lick her lips, saw her hands clench around the pillows. He took her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Then he lifted her and pushed her legs up. Automatically, she rested on her hands. Her delightful, curvy little bottom faced him. Pushing her legs apart as far as he could, he had an even better view of her pussy. He placed his cock at the oozing entrance and pushed in slightly. At the same time, he licked his finger and lubricated her rosebud anus.

As he pushed his cock in further, welcoming her tightening grip, he slowly inserted a finger into her anus. She didn’t protest but pushed her bottom up to meet his cock and finger. At first, that passage was tight, but soon enough, the muscle relaxed and he could push his finger in all the way. His pushed his cock inside her completely and started to move, barely able to stop himself from coming.

“Yes, Cain, yes!” she shouted. “I like this. I love you!”

Her head swung backward as he fucked her hard, his finger matching the tempo of his cock. She came several times, coating his cock with her juices. He pulled out, shoved the fingers of his left hand into her and at the same time positioned his cock at her rear entrance. He met resistance at first, but slowly her hole opened for him and he inched into her. It felt deliciously tight.

She gasped several times as he inched in, bit by bit. “Baby, if you don’t want it, tell me,” he said in between rapid breaths. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“It is good. It is so good! More, Cain, more!”

He couldn’t stop himself. He had to come. A huge shudder shook him as he ejaculated. Breathing heavy, he rolled her to her back and lay beside her, his hand on one of her breasts.

She snuggled closer to him and stroked his face. “I love you, Cain. So much, it hurts.”

“Did I hurt you, baby?”

“No! I mean I love you so much.”

“I love you as much. I mean, having sex this way. Did it hurt?”

“Yes, but at the same time it made me feel like I wanted to explode. It was so good. Was it good for you?”

“Oh, lord, yes, baby. The best ever.”

“Have you had many women, Cain?”

“Some. I wasn’t a virgin.”

“Do women on Earth have sex with a man they don’t love, like on TV?”

“Not quite like on TV, but yes, men and women have sex without being in love.”

“Did you love someone else?”

“Never.” He kissed her and looked into her eyes. “You are the first woman I’ve loved and will ever love. You are my true love, my soul mate.”

“What would happen if a shifter falls in love with an Earth woman or man?”

“Hell, babe. I don’t know. That’s a difficult question. Talking about shifters, I’ve got a lot of research to do tomorrow to see how we can get your people out of the jungle and into civilization. Tonight is just for us. You can’t imagine how I’ve been longing for you.”

“Probably as much as I longed for you,” she murmured.

“Oh, baby. Come here.” He pulled her on top of him and crushed her lips in a long kiss that came straight from his soul. Holding her tight, her head buried in his neck now, her teeth gently nibbling, he said, “The night is still young.”

Chapter Eleven

The stones were put up for auction. Cain had found a trustworthy jeweler who was astounded when he looked at the raw gems. “These will fetch a fortune, especially the big ones. The biggest emerald ever found was sixty-five carat. Some of these equal it, or might be even bigger. Some of the diamonds, too, are worthy to be crown jewels,” Jim Reed had told him. After giving Cain a receipt, he’d taken charge.

Now, some weeks later, he was a multi-millionaire hunting on the internet to buy a private island. He’d resigned from his job, so for him it didn’t really matter where the island was. After talking to Opek and Henke, they determined they’d prefer a tropical climate, similar to the climate on their planet. Cain had found the perfect island for them. At least, it looked perfect on the internet. It was large, at least 3700 acres, had a private airstrip, a marina, wells, several dozen fully furnished and equipped cottages, generators, solar electricity, medium sized mountains and waterfalls, lakes, fresh water wells and reserve tanks, fruit trees galore, and beautiful white beaches. All for the mere price of fifteen million American dollars.

“I can hardly believe I’m shopping for an island,” he told Opek and Henke, who were sitting on either side of him while they looked at a slide show of the private resort. “Much less talking about fifteen million as if it’s nothing. Should I call to make arrangements to go and see it?”

“Yes. It looks perfect for us. How do you propose to bring us all there?” Henke asked.

“I’ll buy a helicopter, an A-Star. It fits six people plus the pilot. When I was in the army, I was a helicopter pilot. I have my license. Once I’ve lifted everyone from the compound and they’re all settled on the island, we can start figuring out how to get you all identities and paperwork. I think this will be a good beginning. I’ll also buy a boat, maybe more than one, so we can go fishing. And we probably need boats to do our shopping on the mainland.”

“Cain, it looks beautiful, like paradise,” Tirzah said, standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders.

He dialed the number of the listing agent and made the appointment. The agent, Terry McCleod, seemed very eager and told them he could fly them to the island in an hour.

Cain figured that private islands didn’t sell readily and that was why the agent was so enthusiastic. It would mean a hefty commission for him.

“This mode of traveling is primitive compared to where I come from,” Henke said.

Cain put a finger up to his lips and shook his head. Fortunately, Henke hadn’t spoken loud enough for the pilot and Terry to hear—or so he thought.

“Where do you come from?” Terry asked, looking up from the folder he’d been studying.

Before Henke could say anything, Cain answered. “Sweden.”

“Ah, that explains the white hair and blue eyes. So what manner of flight transport does Sweden have that’s better than ours?”

Oh, my God.
Cain thought fast. “He’s very rich and goes everywhere by private jet.” He wished he could conquer telepathy so he could tell Henke to shut up but Henke seemed to have taken the hint when he’d put his finger to his lips and shook his head.

“Is Henke a landed immigrant?” Terry asked.

“Yes. He’s lived in the USA for some time.” At least that was only half a lie.

“Oh, because that could cause problems getting the paperwork ready. All governments have different policies, and to buy the island you and all residents have to be approved. You told me you’re looking for an island to make it your permanent residence along with a bunch of friends. How many plan to live there?”

“Fifty-seven men, women and children.”

“The children could cause a problem. They need schooling.”

Shit, something else he hadn’t thought of. “We live in a modern age. Computers and home schooling will take care of that. Hell, even some parents on the mainland home school their kids.”

“True. Look down. There it is.” Terry pointed to a distant island surrounded by ocean.

It looked small, but as they descended and got closer, Cain could make out cottages, verdant greenery, sparkling white beaches. If this was going to be their home, he’d have to work fast to get identification and passports for Tirzah’s clan. He wondered vaguely how long it would take. As soon as he had the necessary paperwork in hands, he’d set up a corporation and a bank account in the corporation’s name. That would all need to be in place before the final transaction. He suddenly felt overwhelmed. A suffocating feeling knotted his stomach and he wished he had help.

The helicopter landed on the island’s airstrip. A four-by-four stood parked near a small building.

“Is anyone living on the island now? Any tourists here?” Cain asked as the blades stopped and they walked toward the vehicle. He inhaled deeply of the fresh, unpolluted sea air.

“The owner passed away seven months ago. He was single, no relatives, and the island was closed to the public not too long after his death. A caretaker comes in once a week with a cleaning crew to maintain the main house and the cottages.”

Tirzah had been very quiet all this time. She climbed into the vehicle and he slid in beside her, followed by Henke. Opek sat in the front. She seemed overwhelmed. Cain had sensed her fear of the helicopter, but she seemed calm now. He squeezed her hand as the car pulled away from the airstrip. “What do you think, my love?”

“We haven’t seen anything yet. From the sky it looked nice.”

Palms, shrubbery, flowering shrubs and plants flanked the narrow dirt road. After they’d driven for ten minutes or so, the road climbed toward a large house. Cain thought it looked more like a mansion than a regular house.