I Married An Alien (9 page)

“
Don’t you believe me?” he asked, a note of doubt entering his gravelly voice.

“
It’s not that,” I said, closing my eyes. I could no longer hold his gaze, seeing the glitter of desire for the perfect woman that wasn’t me.

Suddenly I felt him shudder and my eyes blinked back open. His mouth had grown tight and the frown marring his brow deepened.

“
What is it?” I asked in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“
The Aging, I think,” he groaned, gritting his teeth. “It hurts.”

Instinctively I tried to soothe him by running my hands up his back, feeling the hard play of muscles writing beneath his skin as he shifted uncomfortably. “Then we must put a stop to it right now.” I moved against him, feeling the hard press of his erection against my thigh.

He groaned again. This time I was certain it was from desire, not pain. I moved my hips again, feeling quite aroused myself from the firm hard pressure of him against me. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, as my insides continued to quiver with shivers of pleasure.

“
You’re not ready yet,” he murmured against my ear, at the same time gliding his right hand down my body, past my breasts, over the creased, tangled mess my gown had become, and down to my thighs, finally to slide into the very core of me. “Maybe I’ll take that back,” he groaned, as he slid a finger into me. “You’re so slick and wet… but so very tight.”

He was right. I could feel the pressure of his finger inside me. But it didn’t hurt, and then he began to rub my juices over the outside, moistening that part of me I’d never been game to touch myself.

Of course I’d heard about it and how much pleasure it could bring, but like some Victorian Lady I had never dared touch myself except in the process of washing and taking care of the monthlies.

What Jordan did to me now far exceeded the pleasure I’d felt when he’d suckled on my breasts. It was so overpowering, so intense that I soon lost all sense or reason. I became sheer sensation, rocking against him, gasping and panting despite myself. I’d never felt so out of control before and if frightened as much as exhilarated.

“
Stop, stop,” I begged again. But he didn’t, instead returning his mouth to my breast, sending more jolts of electricity through my body.

The pressure continued to build, lifting me higher and higher, until I was certain I’d pass out from complete loss of control.

And then it happened; my first orgasm ever. It surged through me in a burning rush, then ebbed into soft lapping waves that eased me back into such a relaxed state I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to.

But nodding off was not an option, because Jordan increased the number of fingers inside me, making me conscious that he too needed his release.

“
I wish we had more time,” he murmured, as slid his fingers from me. I glanced up to see him part my thighs so that he could position himself between them. “But this is killing me.”

“
Then do it,” I urged, my fear of it hurting only a numb reminder in the back of my mind. I was still on too much of a high from that awesome orgasm. Maybe it would also numb my insides should they not be able to accommodate him.

He
was
big, massive. I even had trouble wrapping my legs around him as he nudged his hard rod ever closer to my opening.

Then I felt him press against me, and slowly he eased into my passage, stretching me. Wider and wider I gaped, feeling like I would split right through the middle. But there was no pain, only the intense pressure of him filling me to capacity. Obviously Anita had done this before.

“
Are you all right, my love?” Jordan asked gently, once he’d slid in all the way.

I nodded.

He obviously took that as his cue, because he drew himself back, only to thrust deeper into me.

It was finally happening. For the first time in my life I was having sex - and enjoying it. Yes, the feeling of him sliding in and out of me felt good, nothing like the orgasm, but it gave me a different kind of pleasure. I wanted to hold tighter onto him.

Instinctively I raised my hips to him, helping him to ram home. The harder he thrust, the more I wanted to feel him inside me. I couldn’t believe it. I really wanted him connecting with me, joining with me, becoming one, this stranger I barely knew.

Jordan’s skin became damp from perspiration. He gasped and shivered in my arms. His face grew flushed and his eyes glazed over as he pumped into me like a man possessed. He too lost control of himself, completely at the mercy of his body.

Then he convulsed, a low bestial growl tearing from his throat, and liquid fire shot into me, but pain wasn’t the result. No, my whole body exploded into fireworks, shooting sparks into every organ, every pore, even the ends of my hair. It was
way
more intense than the orgasm, something so profound and powerful I clung to the man in my arms for dear life.

“
Dear God! What the hell was
that
?” I gasped as Jordan collapsed against me, his big body pinning me under him.

It took him a moment to answer as he continued to breathe heavily into the pillow. His shaft still spasmed inside me, sending more trickles of that burning heat through me.

“
My seed… my life-force,” he replied at last, finally managing to lever himself onto his elbows. “Sorry, was I squashing you?”

“
Just a little,” I replied, as he rolled from me to collapse against the pillows. I noticed then that he still had his trousers and boots on, but his massive erection had subsided, once again looking healthy and pink as it nestled in its nest of blonde curls.

I snapped my eyes shut, realizing just where I had let my gaze linger. Since when had I become such a perv? I asked myself cynically, just as I remembered what Jordan had said.

“
Um, does that mean I’m pregnant now?” I asked tentatively. Heavens, with all that alien life-force pumping into me, I was probably going to end up with king-sized half-caste quads.

Jordan rolled onto his side towards me, and I turned my head to meet his gaze. “We can but hope,” he murmured, his expression intense. “But it rarely happens the first time. This time was mainly to infuse you with the Terron anti-aging hormone - that is if I had any left.” He smiled wryly.

“
You mean I won’t grow old either?” I gasped in awe. Not only had I earned extra years by jumping into Anita’s body, but it seemed that I would now remain youthful until my dying day.

“
You really didn’t read your notes, did you?” Jordan grinned. It was the first time I’d really seen him smile, and it made him look like a completely different person. The tight grimness that had surrounded him like a dark storm cloud had been washed out to sea, replaced with a much more relaxed and friendly man. I suppose gaining the release he’d been aching for and being assured he wouldn’t grow old overnight had to be a massive weight off anyone’s shoulders. He looked even more handsome, if that was possible, his silver-blue eyes once again bright and alive.

“
I started to, but… I meant what I said at the ceremony. I’m really not supposed to be here,” I said tiredly, suddenly feeling weary to the bone.

“
I think you all feel that at first, but it will fade. I’ll take care of you Anita. You’ll want for nothing. I’ll even let you visit your family back on Earth whenever you like,” he tried to reassure me as he reached for the sheet to pull it up over us. It drifted down over me like a soft satin cloud.

“
I don’t have any family.” I yawned hugely. ‘I really should get out of this silly dress.” But I was too tired to move.

“
Allow me.” Jordan sat up beside me and reached for the garment, easily sliding it down the length of my body, where I finally kicked free of it with my feet. He stopped to gaze down at me for a moment, but I reached for the sheet, yanking it back up. I really didn’t want to hear him tell me how beautiful he thought I was.

Somehow I had to find a way to make this right. I wasn’t meant to be here, married to this handsome alien man, possibly pregnant by him, definitely infatuated with him, and too damn tired to worry about any of it right now. I drifted off to sleep, with the sensation of him nestled beside me filling me with warmth I had never known.

Chapter
Six

When Jordan woke he became conscious of something warm against his back, the first thing that alerted him to how much his life had changed. The second was that the heat source appeared to be breathing deeply – another person.

Then he remembered. He was mated. He would not succumb to the Aging after all. And his woman was far more than he had expected. She had shown him kindness and concern he never thought her kind would display on their initial mating. It usually took months, sometimes even years for Earth women to acclimatize to the new lives that were so suddenly thrust upon them. He supposed because so many returned after their tour of duty, most expected to be amongst their numbers, not remaining behind to try and help the Terron race from dying out.

He wondered just what Anita had been though to act more like a Terron female than one of the pampered young misses he’d first seen her with. Even though she seemed inexperienced in the ways of mating, she possessed an aura of someone much older, someone who had seen great pain and suffering. Well, she had told him she had no family remaining on Earth. Perhaps she’d seen them all die, or something equally as tragic. Well, they had plenty of time to get to know one another now, he thought as he rolled over to face her.

Jordan wasn’t surprised to find her still fast asleep, curled up beside him with her delicate fair-skinned hand tucked up under her small pointy chin. As he drank in her lovely features, he wondered how she could deny the obvious, that she was an angel, a golden haired beauty with a perfect flawless complexion.

As for her body, Jordan felt himself harden at the memory of her perfect breasts, slender waist, and the soft feminine thighs she’d wrapped around him. But this time it was a normal reaction, not that desperate, life-threatening need to mate and thwart the Aging. Now they could make love at their leisure, after she had recovered from their first frantic coupling, of course. She hadn’t complained once last night, but he was certain she’d be sore when she woke. And he was tempted to rouse her, to gaze into her pretty blue eyes and make her smile. But Jordan merely lay there watching her sleep. That in itself was enough for now.

It had been so long, so very long since, he’d been with a woman, let alone woken with one still in his bed. The loneliness had been crippling at times, but when Logan had joined him on the farm after they both had to give up their city jobs, life had improved. Although they had been close, their relationship just wasn’t the same as having a life-partner, perhaps even children, an entire family.

When Jordan thought about his childhood, growing up in his parents’ big airy house near the ocean, brothers and sisters always around to play with, he wondered how he'd ever gotten to this day.

His parents were gone now, after living to a healthy hundred and fifty-odd, but what had become of his siblings after the last big employment purge, he wished he knew. He supposed he could make some inquiries now he was in the Citadel, but doubted anyone in authority would release the information.

All able-bodied men were needed on the farms to grow and harvest Earth’s ever increasing thirst for the
Hytana
oil. When he thought of the kind of work he’d been trained for, a deep sadness filled Jordan, because farming was so tedious and unrewarding.

Suddenly he realized that Anita’s eyes were open, and she was staring back at him, looking too beautiful for words.

“
Good morning,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

She yawned and stretched, “Fine. How about you?”

“
Never been better,” He had to smile. “You’re not sore, are you?”

Her fair brow puckered a little. “Why, should I feel sore?”

“
Well, I wasn’t exactly gentle with you,” he reminded her. He thought he saw her cheeks reddened.

“
Oh that.” She shifted in the bed. “No, not sore at all.”

“
Hmm, well in that case…” he trailed off, deciding not to bother finishing his sentence. Instead he leant forward and kissed her, sliding his hand into her lovely soft hair. God, he loved the taste of her, the scent of her. As she responded to his kiss, her heady aroma surged up his nostrils, and he became much more aware that they were mated. He would only have to follow his nose to know where she was. The same would also apply to her, once she overcame her Earthean prejudices, but judging by the way she reached out to touch him with those delicate small hands, he didn’t think there would be much of that. This lovely female seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. The feel of her soft warm palms exploring his skin soon had him groaning with pleasure as he moved in to kiss her peachy smooth cheek. She drew back a little and quirked an eyebrow at him at the sound.

“
Yes, I like it,” he told her, placing his palm over her hand where it had stopped against the centre of his chest. He began to move it again, sliding her fingers over his breast bone. “Touch me all you like, wherever you like. I’m all yours, from now till death do us part.” He grinned when her other eyebrow quirked in question. “You think I might not take those vows seriously? We are not like Earth men. When we mate it is for life.”