The Princess and her Alien Rogue: Alien Romance (10 page)

Damn, he must look like a fairy dancing on a moonbeam. Yet even this thought would not allow him to bring his happiness under control. Maybe it would be enough to prove to the Emissars that he was in love with her, that he wasn’t some mercenary out to make a quick buck.

Yet when he looked at the Emissars, there was nothing but contempt on their faces. Maybe they just didn’t like sparkly aliens.

Chapter Seventeen – Tallia

“What are you, some kind of beacon to guide me? I certainly could not get lost when you are lit up like the moon in the sky. Your tattoos are so bright they are shining through your shirt.” Tallia had reached Johar and had taken his arm to walk the last few feet with him alone. It was symbolic of a woman leaving her family behind.

He grinned, still shining, and she could also feel a faint buzz emanating from him too. “I’m pleased to see you. At least they are all staring at my glowing shirt, not my enormous cock, which is so hard for you.”

She wanted to hit him for being inappropriate, but instead he made her giggle nervously and she glance down swiftly at his pants. He was right; she could see his erection through his pants. Swallowing nervously at the thought of how big he was, she tore her eyes away, and instead concentrated on the master of ceremonies, an old man who had married her mother and father so many years ago. At least there was one person here who connected her to her family on this special day.

They stopped in front of him, and he smiled at both of them, although his gaze lingered longer over Johar, as if stunned by what he saw. Then he cleared his throat, remembering why he was here and what he was supposed to be doing, and started to speak.

The words washed over her. She spoke when she was supposed to, and held out her hand to accept the ring from Johar. Her mother’s ring. Tears threatened once more, but he touched her skin and for once she let her barriers down, allowed her training to lapse. The sensations flowing from him were incredible: the thoughts in her head were of love, and children, of his protection, and in amongst it all were glimpses of his planet, of him as a child, and of his family.

Whether he meant to send her all of that information, or if his defenses were no longer strong enough to hold himself back, she could not tell. Yet to Tallia, what passed between them in those precious moments made the bond between them deeper than any vows she would swear here today.

“You are now joined according to our laws. You may kiss the bride.” The words were spoken loud and clear as she pushed the ring on Johar’s finger. She smiled in satisfaction. It fit; there would be no embarrassing moment of trying to jam it on his finger. Rian had told her the correct measurements, although how she knew, Tallia did not know. One of the many mysteries Rian held.

Johar lowered his head, and she tilted her face up to meet him, standing on tiptoes, her hands on his arms as she tried to steady herself. His lips buzzed like the rest of him, and the sensation spread through her body. Johar placed his hand on the small of her back, sending a fresh wave of electricity through her body, while his lips moved against hers. This was no superficial kiss, this was a kiss that said she was his, that this was real, and she responded with passion.

Only when they parted did she remember to breathe, along with the rest of the people gathered here, who seemed to let out a collective sigh. Or maybe that was just the women, who would like a seven-foot alien in their bed too.

Not daring to speak, she took Johar’s arm as he led her back out of the hall. The people all seemed to be smiling and happy for her, and there were words of congratulation that she hoped were sincere.

“Where are we going now?” he asked.

“The banquet room,” she said, guiding him to the right.

“How big is this place?” he asked as they walked down a long corridor, which had paintings of other kings, along with those of the Emissars who had served them.

“Big. They kept adding to it for the first century or two.”

“Wow,” he said as she led him through a large doorway. The huge wooden doors were flung open, and before them, dishes of every description were laid out on long tables. “We are never going to eat all that food.”

“We aren’t supposed to. What remains is sent to the servants of the palace. So try not to eat all the food.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to. I do not want to be so full of food that all I want to do is sleep.” He winked at her and she blushed.

The other guests came in, with various oohs and ahhs. Leading the way, as was tradition, Tallia piled her plate with food, finding herself starving. She had been too nervous to eat this morning, and figured she might need to find her stamina for the rest of the day.

“How long do we have to stay here?” Johar asked after his third plateful of food.

“We can leave when we want. Most of the people here will linger all day, because of the free food and wine.”

“Then let’s go. I have waited long enough.”

“For what? Ohh.” She averted her eyes when she saw the desire in his eyes. “We’ve only known each other a day. It’s not exactly been too long.”

“You have no idea,” he said, his hand brushing innocently against her breast as he put his plate down on a side table. “I want you. Now.”

“I have to make a speech first.”

“Then make it fast, or these people might be in for a show with their meal.”

“A … show.” He liked to shock her; that was something she would have to get used to. But his words made her nervous, and she could not let anyone see those nerves. Pulling her barriers back up and blocking him out completely, she went to the side of the room near the window and called for quiet. All eyes turned to her.

“Thank you all for witnessing my marriage to Johar T’Omil. This has been one of the happiest days of my life. I am sure it will only ever be overshadowed by the birth of our children.”

“If it is a boy,” Aleck said quietly.

“I will celebrate whatever sex our child is, Emissar. A child is a blessing, of that no one can argue.”

She smiled magnanimously at him, and hated that his words had made her hope for a boy, when she wanted to fight for equality on the planet.

“So I would like to raise my glass and hope you all experience the same happiness.”

A murmur went around the room, and she smiled brightly as she walked towards Johar, staring at him as if he were a beacon in space that was guiding her home from a long voyage.

He took her hand and said, “Now it is time to put our child in your belly.”

Chapter Eighteen – Johar

His words lighted a flame of desire in her eyes, which made him want her more; she could not hide her true feelings from him. She took his hand and led him from the room, towards the stairs which led to her rooms. They passed people who smiled knowingly at them, and she didn’t seem to care that they were witnessing their princess rushing to take her alien rogue to her bed. Johar couldn’t resist making a fierce face, seeing their reactions; well, if he was to be labeled a rogue, then he was damn well going to live up to it.

She pushed her bedroom door open, breathless as she struggled to take in air, her breasts heaved, and he wanted to undress her and see her voluptuous breasts. He remembered how his hands had caressed her skin when she was in the bath. How his fingers had plunged inside her sex, and how the sweet sound of her release had filled his ears when she came.

“Well, My Princess,” he said, and pulled her to him, holding her tightly against his chest. “Now it is time for you to do my bidding.”

“Is that right?” she said, trying to struggle free, but he held her fast.

“Yes. I have done what you asked of me, I have stood in front of your people and promised to love and honor you. Now I will make love to you, and you will submit to me.”

“I’m still your princess.” She struggled again, and for a moment he wanted to control her to bend him to his will. He was so much bigger and stronger than her; she would have no choice but to comply. Yet he wanted her as his equal, not a broken woman betrayed by him, as she was being betrayed by her Emissars.

“I don’t deny that. But I want you naked and on the bed.” He released her, and began to undo the lacings on her dress. “I plan to make love to you until you don’t know what day it is or what planet you are on.”

Her fingers trembled as she helped him with the fastenings. First her skirt fell to the floor, and he paused in undressing her to rub his hand along the length of her sex, feeling the heat beneath her clothes. “And you want the same thing. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered, and began to undo the buttons of his crisp white shirt. He put his hands over hers, and pushed them aside, then in one swift movement he gripped the white fabric and tore it from his body.

She placed her hands on his chest, her lips pressing against his nipple, and she heard the swift intake of breath that signaled his enjoyment. “I want to kiss every inch of your body.”

Together they removed the rest of her clothes, their fingers entwining, hands stroking, lips pressing together as they worked. He had slept with so many women, maybe even hundreds, but that had been sex, a primal need for sex. With Tallia it was more than that; he wanted to give her pleasure, to make her want him as much as he wanted her.

By the time she was naked, he was sure that was true. Her expression was sometimes one of embarrassment as she stood before him naked, he could see the way her hands moved as they itched to cover herself, but she didn’t, she stood tall, head tilted upwards, her eyes locked with his.

“You are beautiful.” Johar placed his palm over her breasts, touching her nipple and circling it around to chafe her skin, feeling the bud harden. Licking his lips to moisten them, he lowered his head, and sucked the taut bud into his mouth. Her back arched as he grazed his teeth over her nipple, and she whimpered in need.

Licking and sucking each of her breasts in turn, while his fingers dipped into her wet sex, he aroused her until she was close to release. Only then did he stop. It took a moment for her to protest.

“I want to be inside you Tallia, I want to feel you come around me and fill you with my seed. But I needed to be sure you were ready, sure you were willing.” He maneuvered her back towards the bed. “Are you willing?”

“Yes,” she said her voice filled with emotion.

“Then ask me.”

“Ask you?”

“Yes. I told you I wanted you to beg me to fuck you.”

Her eyes were heavy with her arousal as she said the words, “Fuck me, Johar.”

He chuckled. “I told you I would bend you to my will.” He lifted her up, his body nestling between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. Laying her down on the bed, he hovered above her, his mouth claiming hers, and he kissed her, his tongue parting her teeth, plundering her mouth, and moving in and out in a steady rhythm. Tallia sucked his tongue, her hands on his chest, and then moving lower to encircle his cock.

Up and down she stroked him, her hand inexperienced, but ready to explore exactly what he liked, until he stopped her. “Enough. I need to be inside you.”

“Then ask me,” she said.

“Fuck me, Tallia.” And with that he entered her, claiming his wife in the most primal way.

Chapter Nineteen – Tallia

Closing her eyes, she savored every small movement as he entered her, every sensation as he flexed his hips forward, before pulling out of her again. Over and over, for what seemed like an eternity he filled her, only to pull back. His control was incredible, the tension in his body a testament to that.

He supported himself on his elbows, keeping the bulk of his weight from crushing her. He was so big, in every way. Tallia stroked his skin, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos, watching them light up at her touch. It gave her something else to concentrate on when he moved inside her, now filling her to the point that she felt stretched to breaking point.

Her breath came fast, her panic mounting. “Relax, let me in,” he whispered in her ear, his lips kissing her earlobe. Could she let her defenses down? This act was so intimate; if she let him in completely, would she ever be able to replace the barriers she had grown to depend on?

“We are man and wife now, let me in.” He stopped moving, the head of his cock still inside her.

“I’m scared,” she said. She had learned to depend on herself; the only other person she trusted completely was Rian, and here was a man she had known only one day asking to influence the way she felt, the way she acted. If she let him in now, would a part of her be lost forever.

“I won’t hurt you. If you let me in, I promise to let you in too. You will know what I feel, you will know me in ways no one else can. It is a gift from the Elusive Monks. It is why they stay celibate, so that their secrets are kept forever.”

“How do I know you aren’t telling me fairy tales?” she asked, kissing his chest, fascinated by his tattoos. It was as if his skin was alive, with a mind of its own.

“You don’t. But at some point you will have to trust me if we are going to make you queen and get rid of the Emissars.”

“And you will be king.”

He chuckled. “Being king means nothing to me. If it did, I would not be here with you; I would be home on my own planet.”

“Who are you?” Tallia asked.

“If you really want to know. Let me in.”

“A man of mystery,” she said.

“You have no idea,” he said, kissing her neck and beginning to move inside her again, pushing deeper, his thrusts harder as his momentum grew stronger.

“Johar,” she said, her voice higher as her impaled her on his cock, deeper and deeper. She wanted to let him in, wanted to know all of his secrets, who he was, and what he was running from. However, she was not ready to expose herself to him so thoroughly.

He pulled out, and then lunged into her, groaning as the friction between their bodies grew more intense. Tallia tried to make him forget that she had turned him down. Using her hands and her mouth she chose to chase him to the edge of his orgasm and then plummet over with him.

She kissed his chest, her fingers tweaking his nipples. His breath hissed, and she sucked on the taut bud, mimicking the way he had sucked and licked her. Nails digging into his back, she urged him on, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. It was working, he was reaching the point of no return.