Текст книги "The Alien’s Bond"

Автор книги: Kira Quinn

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Darla slept the kind of sleep she’d only experienced a few times in her life. It was the “dead to the world” variety that bordered on sleep paralysis, it was so intense. But unlike this blissful post-coital slumber, in her past life the few similar occurrences had happened after some grueling ordeal or another.

Once, while on vacation in Italy, she’d learned the Italian word for strike was scioppero when all forms of transit abruptly shut down, leaving her stranded with just her backpack dozens of kilometers from her destination. She had hiked through the night, unable to sleep out in public for obvious reasons.

By the time she had made it to her hotel, it was late the following afternoon. She’d been on the move for over fifteen hours, and had been awake far longer than that. She’d checked in with only a few brain cells functioning, made it to her room, and passed out for thirteen hours straight, missing the museum tour she’d already paid for.

This time, however, her deep slumber was under far more pleasant circumstances. Yes, her body was tired from the hike, but that sexy alien had finger banged her to unconsciousness. The memory of the countless orgasms warmed her belly as she slowly roused from her sleep, still nude beneath the furs, a wetness already forming in hopes of more before her brain was even fully engaged.

Holy shit, that was hot, she marveled as her mental fog lifted. That guy is fucking talented.

A flash of doubt suddenly hit her, disrupting her pleasant thoughts and leaving her cold. Heydar had left her as she slept, carrying on the quest without her, she just knew it. Enough men had fucked and run in her life that she knew better than to keep her hopes up. She felt the warmth in her belly dim as disappointment set in.

Darla opened her eyes, ready to figure out what to do next, when an unexpected sight greeted her. A pair of gold-rimmed, violet eyes staring at her, heavy-lidded and full of emotion.

Heydar reached out and gently brushed her hair from her eyes, trailing his fingers along her head, behind her ear, and down to her collarbone, where he let them linger, her pulse thrumming under his touch.

“You wake, Malaika. You slept a long time. I hope you are well rested.”

“Uh, yeah,” she said, unexpectedly in that awkward moment after sex where future interactions would be decided. “I slept great. Did you?”

“Yes, I did. We were both in need of rest after all of yesterday’s activities.”

He was talking about the hike, naturally, but there was no way their sexytime wasn’t figuring into his statement. He slid his hand lower, lifting the fur from Darla’s bare flesh, exposing her to his searching gaze.

His fingertips traced the lines of her tattoos, drifting over the sweeping lines, lingering on the runes, their pigment and light highlights having settled into more complex patterns than he had originally inked her with. She shuddered, but not from cold.

“Your pigment is settling in nicely, and your runes have mostly formed, and far more developed than one so recently marked would show.”

He continued touching her, so brutally strong out in the world, but so gentle with her. A tranquil beast, tame and calm, except when it was time to not be. She had seen him dispatch those attacking animals and had no illusions as to his potential, but with her, he was a different man. One she wanted more than anything right about now.

Darla rolled over to face the other way then scooted back against him, nestling into the warm curve of his big spoon. He draped his arm over her, resting his hand on her breast, cupping it in his meaty paw, his fingers teasing her nipple as he gently kissed her shoulder, his breath warm on her skin.

“To develop runes like this requires much energy,” he said. “Even for my own kind, this would be a massively draining process. But you are handling it exceptionally well.”

“I do my best,” she said, scooting her ass back against him.

He let out a tiny groan. “You are a remarkable woman, Darla.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she purred, reaching behind her and grabbing his cock. Any hesitation or uncertainty she may have had now long gone. In one swift motion, she pulled him free from his trousers, her bare palm shocked by the radiant heat of his member.

He was already partially hard, her backing into him clearly rousing the beast between his legs. Now, in her hand, he grew instantly erect as she pumped his length. The heat increased and the ridges around his girthy member grew more prominent the harder he became.

In no time, his cock swelled up to an impressive length, rigid and standing at attention, straining under her touch. A grower and a shower, she mused, her fingers running over the swelling ridges, making him twitch from the sensation.

This one’s built for both our pleasure, she noted, her fingertip collecting the droplet of pre-cum glistening on the broad tip of his cock.

He squeezed her nipple as he cupped her breast, biting her neck, gently for the moment, though she could sense his animalistic passion building. Darla gasped as he latched onto her neck, his tongue tasting her sweat as she pumped his cock with her hand, faster and faster until she didn’t think it could get any harder.

She shifted her hips, lifting one leg and positioning his sex between her legs, her juices already flowing freely, coating him from tip to base. She pressed it against her clit, the heat giving her an electric jolt of pleasure.

Slowly she lowered her leg, squeezing his cock tight between her folds, sliding freely over its ridged length, every thrust making her clit jump with pleasure. They both let out low groans of ecstasy, Darla pushing her ass back harder and Heydar thrusting his hips forward to meet her, his cum-heavy balls slapping against her with every stroke.

Darla had never been so wet, so completely and utterly aroused. She clenched harder, squeezing him against her clit as his arms pulled her in tight, his other hand weaving around her body as he lifted her slightly from the furs, sliding up her chest until it rested on her neck.

His fingers tightened, not too much, but just enough to hold her steady, taking control as he thrust harder. Darla’s first climax hit hard and fast, sending her bucking against him. He held her firm, not letting her wet pussy slip away from him but keeping her close, thrusting on and on, pushing her over the edge into a chain of body-shaking orgasms.

She was out of her head with bliss, but even in that state she could feel the hard pounding of his heart, his muscular chest pressed firmly against her back as he wrapped her up in his arms. Darla wanted him inside her so bad it hurt. She shifted her hips, sliding forward, feeling the head of his cock teasing her vulva as it slid back and forth, nearly penetrating her with each stroke.

Darla angled her pussy for proper insertion and pressed back, guiding him with her body, drawing him close.

Holy shit, am I really doing this?

She pushed back and gasped as the thick tip of his cock slid into her, stretching her open, her body twitching as she fought to relax enough to grant him that blissful entry.

Heydar’s body tensed. In a flash he released his grip and pushed free.

“What is it? Are you—”

He had a hand raised for silence, his blades held at the ready in each hand. She looked at him, wondering where they had even come from.

He quickly moved to the cavern opening in a crouch, the small rune on his pubis churning with power, his erection still hard in front of him. A faint breeze on his sex-slick cock brought that little detail to his attention. Quickly, he tucked himself into his trousers. He turned to Darla and motioned for her to stay still and remain quiet, then crept out into the daylight.

Darla gathered up her clothing and dressed as quietly as she could, her ears straining for any sound of what was going on outside. But tucked inside the cavern, the only sounds she heard were those of the breeze passing the opening and the occasional shifting of rocks as they slid down the hillside.

What the hell is going on? And talk about shitty timing!

She moved closer to the mouth of the cavern where more light was filtering in. She was looking to see if she could catch a glimpse of whatever was happening out there when something sitting atop a flat rock just inside the cavern’s mouth caught her eye.

Oh, he did not. Seriously?

Apparently, while she had slept, Heydar had laid out a little spread of native fruits, vegetables, and some of the native bread they had been saving in their packs. He had also unwrapped a few pieces of the local sweet cake, dense with carbs and sugars, which her body was certainly craving right about now.

He made me breakfast in bed, she pondered, shocked. He actually got up and made me breakfast in bed. Or cave. Whatever. Regardless, after all the shitty guys I dated on Earth, this seven-foot-tall alien is the one treating me right? She took a bite of the cake, savoring the taste as well as the effort he had made for her.“Not bad, Heydar. Not bad at all.”

“What is not bad?” a deep voice said from the cavern opening.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed, excited and relieved. Then she saw the blood.

Heydar gauged her look of concern and held up a small animal. “Do not worry, it is not mine. It seems it was not the Raxxians that stumbled upon our resting place after all.” He walked over and tossed the beast next to the smoldering remains of their fire. “In any case, inconvenient as the intrusion was, we need not worry about today’s food,” he said, pouring some water from the container over his hands, washing the blood away.

They could spare it. There were enough small streams in the area that there was no concern about running out of water. And he had raced from the cavern only partially clothed. Blood would wash from skin far easier than from clothing.

Darla watched him run his hands over his exposed torso admiringly, the water cleaning specks of blood from his thick muscled body. He made quick work of it, though, the earlier mood had been thoroughly killed along with the animal that had interrupted them.

They ate together, sitting close, their legs lightly touching but none of the heightened arousal of earlier. Adrenaline had put an end to that. For the time being at least. But this was nice too. A closeness that frankly took Darla by surprise at how comfortable it was. How easy.

Heydar cleaned up the remains of the meal and thoroughly doused the embers, then he wrapped the animal that would be their dinner tightly and bound it to his pack. Fully clothed and ready to go, he led her out into the daylight.

“We must remain quiet and move quickly,” he said quietly.

“What is it? I thought you said the Raxxians weren’t here.”

“I said they did not stumble upon our resting place. But the longer we are out here, the more likely it is they have sent a retrieval team to this world.” He glanced around, scanning for any danger but finding none. At least, not yet. “Come. Let us be off. We have much ground to cover.”

He hid the worry in his eyes, but Darla picked up on it all the same.

Oh, Heydar. What have we gotten ourselves into?

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Heydar and Darla had not wasted time packing up their gear and heading out toward the section of downed ship. They had gotten caught up in the moment, but that temporary bliss had been shattered, interrupted by not only a wild animal, who had paid the price, but also the rude reminder that the Raxxians had lost a valuable ship and would no doubt be working on retrieving their cargo post-haste.

They moved quickly over the hilly terrain leading to the crash site. It wasn’t nearly as rocky in this section of their trek, and the rises and dips were far less intense than the craggy cliffs they had to traverse previously. That allowed Darla a moment to allow her heightened senses to take in the sounds and smells as well as the sights around her.

There was a faint tinge of smoke in the air, but incredibly subtle. Something had burned but how far away there was no telling. The flowers and foliage were also giving off novel smells, vibrant and healthy, adding to Darla’s much improved mood.

Alien animals were making what she assumed were normal alien animal noises, but like the trace smoke, she had no idea where exactly they were. Judging by Heydar’s relaxed gait, none of them were close enough to be an issue. In any case, they would be at the crash site soon enough.

Heydar’s long legs were churning at a substantial pace, but Darla found herself keeping up much easier than before. Her legs felt even stronger than the other day. Yes, it was definitely the pigment healing into her body and giving her a boost, she reasoned.

Interestingly, the increased strength seemed to peak in daylight hours, and the higher in the sky the sun traversed, the more revitalized she felt.

Of course, he said the pigment draws its power from not just this galaxy, but specifically from the sun’s rays. No wonder I feel so good.

Darla lifted her shirt as she walked, unfastening her waistband as well, looking at the lines of ink running along her body. She noticed Heydar abruptly stop with her peripheral vision, sensing him more than seeing him, truth be told. Likely one more perk of this alien stuff living in her skin.

He looked at her curiously, then stepped closer, her bare midriff triggering a twitch and noticeably growing bulge in his trousers.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just checking out your handiwork. I feel amazing. I realized the sun must be supercharging the runes and stuff. Is it always going to be like this?”

He nodded. “Sometimes more intense than others. It is dependent on what sort of star acts as a system’s sun. Different solar systems possess different varieties, and no two are identical. This system in particular appears to have a rather powerful sun. I wonder if that might be part of the reason your pigment is bonding to your body so quickly.”

“Whatever it is, me likey,” she said with a little chuckle. She ran her finger over one of the curving lines on her flank, tracing it lower toward her hips, feeling the pigment react to the pressure of her touch. Interestingly, the ink changed hues, shifting subtly before her eyes.

Heydar actually seemed a little flustered watching her hand dip into her waistband. It was not long ago at all they were very nearly fucking like wild animals, and with that memory still fresh, it would take a lot more trekking across difficult terrain to force that from both of their minds.

Heydar kneeled in front of her and leaned in close, his hot breath making her skin ripple with goosebumps of anticipation despite the warm air and physical exertion. But he didn’t touch her. There was no warm, wet mouth pressed to her belly. Instead, his eyes widened slightly, the gold rims flickering in the sunlight as what looked to be shock registered on his face.

“This cannot be,” he said quietly.

“What can’t? You’re the one who said I was amazing, right?”

“And you are. But this? It is unheard of. Here, turn so the sun is at your back.”

She did as he directed and looked at the line of ink he was pointing to. It was a sloping curve, leading up from her belly to her flank, curving around her breast until it came to an end at the nascent Infala rune on her clavicle.

The ink was dark, almost indigo blue-black, but he had added highlights of the luminescent white pigment. With her belly shadowed by the sun at her back, she could see what drew his attention. The white lines were faintly glowing, drawing power from the sun. What’s more, they seemed to be creeping along her darker markings, adding a bright accent to even more of her body.

Whatever plant they had extracted this rarest of pigments from, it clearly liked its new host body.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” he said, running his finger along the line, fascinated by the ink while also noticeably aroused by the woman bearing it. “The Oraku graciously provided me with some of the rarest of pigments with which to complete your first runes, but you have taken them in and increased their potency in a manner unheard of.” He stood up, his hand still resting on her exposed stomach, a hot gleam in his eye, as well as a look of utter fascination. “You defy logic, Darla of Earth. What amazing sort of creature are you?”

Darla felt her cheeks grow warm at his gaze while another part of her anatomy flared with an even greater heat. “I’m just a girl from Earth, is all.”

“You are far more than that.”

She placed her hand atop his, holding it firmly to her skin. “You say my body is developing the runes you started faster than normal, right?”

“That it most certainly is.”

She made eye contact, then glanced away, her cheeks even warmer. “What about the Infala?” she asked, wondering if it was the bonding rune that was making her feel this way about the strange alien she had disliked so recently.

He reached out with his other hand, grazing her breast through her shirt as he did. Darla’s nipples hardened at once and she felt her pulse rate spike. His fingers gently pulled open her collar and trailed down to her collarbone.

“The Infala is not yet fully developed,” he said, allowing her shirt to slip back into place. “With the way your body reacts to the pigments, I am quite certain you will be very aware of it when it does.”

She nodded, swallowing hard. Is it getting really hot out here, or is it just my raging hormones? she wondered as she pressed his hand against her belly harder, hoping he would slide it lower, even out here in the open, Raxxians be damned.

Raxxians. The green monsters that ate humans.

A flash of clarity hit her, and Darla forced herself to focus. There would be time for that later. For the moment, she wanted some answers.

“You say that these runes are what give me extra strength, but you also said they do other things.”

“Which vary from person to person, yes. It is a symbiotic relationship with the pigments. They react to your particular biology and needs, forming the power runes accordingly.”

“And you say it does this all on its own?”

“Yes. There is no conscious interaction with your pigments.”

“Huh, okay. So this Infala rune. It’s a strong one?”

“One of the most powerful. It forms with a bond to your heart, and when completed, it will draw you to your mate.”

“But what if I don’t want to do what it says? What if I don’t like my mate?”

Heydar’s expression grew serious. “There is no denying the Infala rune. None would even dream of it. Once the pigment is set, so too is your fate, and only death can break the bond.”

“Well, okay then,” she said. “Thanks for clarifying all of that for me. It’s not the sort of thing we’re familiar with back home.”

“I am aware of this, and it is one of the reasons I am impressed with you. To adapt so readily? To accept a foreign, an alien way of life after being so recently snatched from your own? It demonstrates remarkable character and strength.”

Darla’s cheeks were red, she just knew it, but at this moment she didn’t care. She pulled his hand from her stomach and laced her fingers with his.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know,” she said, pulling his arm close and kissing his bulging bicep tenderly.

She would have had to be blind to not notice the stirring in his groin. It was such a small thing, just a gesture of affection and appreciation, yet it drew such a reaction. Darla couldn’t help but feel special. It was a heady feeling knowing she had that kind of effect on so powerful a man. It was damn near intoxicating.

“Okay, I suppose we should keep moving,” she said, shaking it off. “You said you thought we could reach the crash site later today, right?”

“That was my original assessment yesterday from our elevated vantage point,” he replied. “However, while the terrain has been much more forgiving today, the course we have been forced to follow has pushed us off from a direct approach. I fear we will not be able to reach it before nightfall.”

That meant a campout. Darla’s pussy reacted before she could even voice her thought, growing hot and wet with anticipation. She unconsciously licked her lips, wondering what his thick, ridged cock would feel like in her mouth.

“Uh, so you’re saying we’ll need to bed down somewhere tonight?” she asked, her body electrified at the thought of it.

He squeezed her hand and gazed into her eyes. “Yes, we will spend one more night before reaching our goal.” A little smile creased the corners of his full lips as he stared at her. “Come,” he finally said, gently pulling her much smaller hand in his. “We should be on our way. There is still much ground to cover before nightfall.”

She followed gladly, walking hand in hand with this enormous hunk of alien manliness. Her arousal dimmed slightly as they moved, but the lingering anticipation would in no way be entirely quenched. Only one thing would do that, and she was looking forward to it with every fiber of her being.

Who would have thought? she marveled. Me. And an alien.

It would have taken steel wool to scrub the smile from her face just then. She had no idea exactly how it had happened, but here she was, growing really fond of this guy. And for once the little voice of doubt in her head remained thankfully silent.

She just wondered when it would eventually rear its ugly head.

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