Page 44 of Alien Desire
“What?”
“Come home with me.”
“To what? Be yourmate? I don’t want to be someone’s wife. I want to be out there,” she points towards the window, “exploring the universe. It’s why I joined the space cadets.”
“I thought you wanted to go home.”
She falters for a moment. “I do … I mean …”
I don’t push it. I can see she is as confused as I am about what she wants.
Emma is not like the other Omegas I’ve known. Not content to spend her days locked away in chambers, hidden and shielded from the world. Revered, yes, but excluded.
Or maybe she isn’t so different. The only other Omega I’ve truly known is my mother and she is miserable and alone. I see now how traveling the universe, exploring, would have suited my mother. She has a curious nature, like me.
“Besides, I’m only twenty-four. I’m too young to settle down.”
“You don’t want a family of your own?”
The question floors her. “Even if I wasn’t on contraception, the likelihood of me conceiving when we are two different species from two different universes is tiny.”
“I know this.”
“And so you’d be happy with a mate who couldn’t give you children?” She flicks her hair from her face, then eyes me. “Or would I simply be one of several? Like your father. An exotic addition to your collection.”
“I told you I don’t agree with my father’s ways.”
“But no children?” she says more softly.
She is right. I was so blinded at first by my exuberance at discovering an Omega, at fulfilling my quest, I had not considered this. And then my feelings for her had overtaken my judgement too. But she is right. What is an Alpha without children? What leader could I be with no heirs?
I remember again the way this human had peered longingly at the picture of her planet and my resolve to give her what she wants.
She seemed so sure something bigger than ourselves had brought us together but now I wonder if that was just temporary, a mere moment together in our lives, a fleeting, passing of time. Because now I see clearly that there is more pulling us apart than pushing us together.
Chapter seventeen - Emma
The fucking gets better each time. We are learning about each other’s bodies, the differences and similarities between us and the things we like and don’t like. Despite the burning of my skin and the hazy lust of my mind, I’m aware that scraping my nails over his chest and down his back makes him purr, that digging my heels into his backside while he thrusts into me drives him to do it harder, that whispering his name when I come makes the gold in his eyes sparkle like sunshine.
I am in love with his body. With the feel of it against my fingertips, with the colours shimmering across him, with the pleasure he draws from deep within me.
And I am in love with his cock as well. It seems designed for my pleasure. Its length, its girth, the swollen head, the rings of ridges and the swell of his knot. There is nothing like the feel of him penetrating me. Thrusting between my tight walls, stretching me open and hammering into me.
He wants to try every position he can think of, rearranging my body like a doll’s. Bending me over and taking me from behind, lying me out flat and taking me from above. Twisting my legs around his waist, or over his shoulders, or around my neck.
In my lustful craze, I beg him over and over to bite me. Every time I’m soaring, I want it. Wanting him to claim me in every way he can. To sink his teeth through my flesh, like he has his cock in my cunt. But he refuses. Ignoring my throbbing gland in my neck and biting my shoulder, my nipple, my thigh instead. His teeth are razor sharp and the sting as I come heightens my pleasure.
We spend three days shut up in the room, snow and moonlight and storms passing by the window. I’m barely aware of the progress of time, all my attention and all my focus absorbed by him. Soon I know him intimately. I can close my eyes and see every line, every shade, every shadow of his face and his body. Each scar, each scratch, each graze. I know it all. It will be forever branded in my mind.
I never knew such bliss could be found in forgetting the outside world and losing myself in another. My lover. My Alpha.
But it begins to fade, the heat and the lust. My scent, so pungent before, waning.
Exhaustion claims me and my body and my limbs ache. My skin is peppered with the marks and bruises from his mouth, his teeth and his fingers, and my belly slightly rounded from his come.
It’s like emerging from days of intoxication. The rest of the world, with its smells and its noise, slowly comes back into focus. But if I expected my lust for him to dwindle away with the heat, I am wrong. The fog lifts and it is still there.
“Your heat is over, Omega,” he informs me, while I lie draped over him.
