Page 69 of Resisting the Alien Rider

Oaken rested his crutch against the table and awkwardly got down onto the floor. He leaned back against the wall near Killian, stretched out his legs, crossed his arms over his brawny green chest, and closed his eyes.

“Let’s leave them to it, shall we?” I asked, giving Garrek’s hand a squeeze. His thumb brushed the tender skin of my inner wrist in response.

He led me out the door Oaken had just come through. The frame looked like it had been recently repaired.

I took a dreamy breath as we stepped outside.

The mountains - and Oaken’s property within them - were absolutely stunning. Oaken’s cabin was nestled in a broad, lush valley between piercing mountain peaks. During the day, those peaks gleamed in shades of pink and copper and rose gold. Like this, at night, they were painted in silver and ink, so huge it was as if the very bones of the planet had broken andpressed through the skin. The grass was a thick carpet, rustling in the wind. Fenced-in pastures housing the bracku and shuldu only took up a tiny portion of the sprawling valley, which was bisected by a wide, clear stream.

On the other side of the stream was the cabin.

It was even smaller than Oaken’s. The walls were now complete, a cozy, wooden box among the grass and mountains. From this distance it looked like something you’d house toys inside. The roof wasn’t on yet – it only had a frame so far.

“Few more days’ work,” Garrek told me as we walked over the springy grass. It wasn’t as dry here as the lands we’d left. The ground felt bouncy, the grass well-watered. There had been rain at least three times that I’d been aware of since I’d woken up, and Oaken had told me this was typical for spring in the mountains.

When we reached the creek, rippling like a ribbon of pearly silk, Garrek led me along the bank until we reached a little natural bridge made of large stones.

“Get on my back,” Garrek said, turning and getting down on one knee.

“I can walk on the little rock steps,” I protested. “It looks like fun!”

“If you want to get across this creek and see the cabin,” he growled, “then you will do it on my back or not at all. I won’t have you falling in the water tonight.”

“Fine. You’re so bossy,” I clucked.

“I have to be,” he said flatly. “How else would I keep you and Killian alive?”

I nodded, even though his back was to me and he wouldn’t see. He was right. How many times had I heard him tell Killian to put his boots on? And not wearing boots had nearly been my downfall.

I slid my hands along his warm, bare shoulders. He tensed at my touch and then inhaled jaggedly when I hooked my legs around his waist, my sex firm against his spine.

“It that alright? Am I hurting your scars?”

“Yes, it is alright. No, you aren’t.” He rose swiftly, causing me to yelp and tightly hug his neck. “The vest helps.”

“Good,” I said, feeling inordinately pleased with myself. I was just so glad that something I’d made for him had helped. I’d seen him wearing it a few times during the day when I’d spotted him through the window in Oaken’s room.

Garrek gripped my thighs, and pleasure moved through me. Subtle at first, patient and slow, but building, building, until my pussy was throbbing against his back as he carried me. He made short work of the stepping stone path across the creek. He didn’t have to hop or leap between rocks as I would have. His long, thick legs could make the strides with ease, even with me on his back.

He didn’t put me down once we’d cleared the creek, and I didn’t ask him to. I just enjoyed the reliable strength of him beneath me, between my legs, heat gathering in my body with every step and shift of my weight.

There was no door to open into the cabin yet, just adoorway. Garrek carried me through it, and I was suddenly reminded of the human tradition of carrying your bride across the threshold. I was pretty sure she was supposed to be in the groom’s arms, not on his back, but did it really matter? We weren’t even technically married yet, and that didn’t seem to matter much right now, either. Even though we did plan to complete the ceremony as soon as I was all the way recovered.

Once inside, Garrek finally put me down. The freshly-cut wood of the floor and the finished walls smelled woodsy and spicy in the best way. I crossed the clean, smooth floor with my hands on my hips, enjoying the satisfying click of the heels and soles of my boots as I went.

“I can’t believe you and Killian did all this so quickly,” I breathed, taking in the perfectly straight walls, the carefully-aligned floorboards.

“It’s not a complex structure,” Garrek said, flicking his tail to shrug off my praise. “Only two rooms – one for you and me and one for Killian. No kitchen. No running water. Roof’s not even on yet.”

“But still!” I tilted my head back, grinning up at the open sky visible through the beams of the roof’s frame. The stars were so thick in the sky of this world. Like mist. The three moons only added to the illumination, sending buckets of milky light into the cabin.

That light poured over Garrek, turning his body, his skin, his hair into velvet and stone. His eyes glowed, fastened on me.

“What do you see,” I asked, “when your eyes do that?”

“This,” he gestured at his face, “does not change what I see. It’s what I see that changes me.”

And he saw right now was…

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