Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1: (Alien Warrior BBW Science Fiction Paranormal Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) (46 page)

“I—” I started to say but then Al whizzed into the room, his lantern-eye blinking rapidly.

“My lady Sellah, your guardian, Lord Tellum has asked me to tell you he is retiring to his ship for the night. He wants to know where do you wish to sleep? Here or on his vessel?”

“You can stay here tonight, if you want,” I offered her. “I think Grav has the other spare room but you can share with me. The bed is roomy enough.”

“Well…” Sellah bit her lip but just then the door slid open and I saw Sarden standing there.

“Zoe,” he said in a low voice. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course you can—we were just saying good night.” Sellah jumped off the hoverbed and leaned over to give me an affectionate nuzzle. Apparently the Eloim people rubbed noses together the same way we might kiss a friend on the cheek back on Earth.

“Sellah…” I began but she shook her head and grinned. “I’m going to stay the night on Uncle Tellum’s ship—he has more room than you do here. And besides…you two need your privacy.”

“Privacy?” Al, who was still hovering on the end of his long, snaky silver neck, sounded confused. “Why would Master Sarden and Lady Zoe need privacy?”

“Come with me,” Sellah said, motioning to the A.L. “And I’ll tell you.”

She led Al out of the room, stopping to rub noses with Sarden before she left and the door slid shut behind them.

Leaving the two of us alone.

Zoe

“I want to talk to you about the future,” Sarden said, apparently deciding to skip the small talk and get right to the point.

“The future…right,” I echoed, sitting up straighter on the silver beanbag hoverbed. I was wearing another one of his dress shirts, since I hadn’t had time to get Al to synthesize me anything else, and I couldn’t stand that damn Slave Leia costume for one more minute. I still had scratches on my poor boobs from where the metal bra had rubbed me the wrong way when Doloroso yanked on it.

“I promised to take you back to Earth,” he continued and my heart just
sank
.

“Yes. Yes, you did,” I said, trying not to sound as disappointed as I felt. Clearly Sellah had been wrong, we weren’t meant to be. The kiss I’d shared with Sarden when he found me had just been a spur-of-the-moment thing—he didn’t really want me the way I wanted him.

“Of course you did. So…when do we go?” I asked brightly, trying to sound eager and cheerful when I actually wanted to cry.

“Oh, well…” He seemed taken aback by my cheerfulness but I was damned if I would show him how I really felt. I wasn’t going to grovel if he didn’t want me. “I, er, really need to see to getting Sellah back on the throne of Eloim first.” His golden eyes gleamed. “And Hurxx needs to be punished.”

I shivered, glad I wasn’t the evil Hurxx who was shortly going to have seven feet of angry Vorn on his tail.

“Of course,” I said, as casually as I could. “I completely understand. And I don’t mind, you know, hanging around a little while longer. Just until you can get the job done.”

“So…you don’t mind not going back to Earth immediately?” Was there relief in his voice? I couldn’t be sure—maybe I was imagining it.

“No, no—that’s fine,” I assured him. “I understand you have business to take care of.”

“I do. Thank you for understanding.” He sighed. “Well, I guess we should get some rest.”

“Yes, I’m
exhausted.”
I rubbed the back of my neck tiredly, trying to ease the tension I felt. “I, uh…ouch!” That last part was because I had rubbed over one of the scratches the damn inhibitor collar had left on my throat.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Sarden was at my side in an instant.

“Nothing. Just…that stupid collar they slapped on me at the auction,” I said. “It was really tight and it left some marks.”

“Where? Let me see?” Sarden was already lifting the heavy curtain of my hair to examine the pale column of my throat. Luckily he didn’t have any
nib-nibs
to contend with. All three of them were tucked snugly away in the soft, little bed Al had thoughtfully made for them in the corner of my room.

I felt a familiar tingle go through me as his skin touched mine and my breath started speeding up.

“On the sides, mostly,” I said, trying not to sound too breathy. “It just really…really hurts.”

“Let me heal you.” He pulled back for a moment to look into my eyes. “Let me take away your pain and erase the marks from your skin, Zoe.”

“Well…” My heart was pounding now. I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about using the fizzing blue liquid he’d had me dip my feet in earlier. He meant he wanted to heal me with his tongue. “I mean, sure,” I said, trying to sound normal and failing completely “If…if you want to.”

He stroked my cheek gently, his eyes half-lidded.

“I want to, sweetheart. I want to very much.”

“All right.” I tilted my head for him and brushed my hair out of the way, baring my throat. “Go…go ahead.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice. With a soft growl, Sarden leaned forward and cradled my head in one large hand. I felt his hot breath on my neck and then he was licking me…his hot, wet tongue sliding sensuously over my tender flesh, making me bite back the moan of pure desire that rose to my lips.

I clenched my hands in my lap as he went on and on—kissing and licking the sensitive column of my throat. First the right side and then the tender nape just under my hairline. My nipples were so hard they hurt and my pussy was more than wet. God, how could he do this to me, just by licking me?

“Sarden…” I gasped as he moved to the left side and began healing the marks left by the collar there. “How…why…”

“You’re wounded. I must heal you.” He pulled apart the shirt I was wearing as a dress, pulling the top down around my shoulders to bare my throat even more. His hot mouth was so slow…so gentle and yet so insistent. I felt like I might catch on fire from the need he stirred in me. He must be done healing me by now but still he didn’t stop. It was as though he couldn’t get enough of me.

But just as I was getting almost light-headed with desire, he
did
stop.

“Wh-what?” My eyelids fluttered open and I realized I had been half-dazed by his erotic healing.

“Your throat isn’t the only place you’re hurt.” Sarden was frowning with concern and I saw he was looking at the creamy slopes of my breasts, which were marked with angry-looking red scratches from the metal bra of the Slave Leia outfit.

“Oh, yeah…” I tried to laugh casually but couldn’t quite manage it. “Um, that stupid metal top I was wearing with my outfit. Doloroso grabbed the back of it and yanked when I was trying to get away from him and it cut me.”

A low growl rose in his broad chest and his eyes flashed molten gold.

“That bastard. Grav shouldn’t have killed him—I wanted to do it myself.”

“The main thing is that he’s gone,” I reminded him. “Which is good, because he had some
really
crazy ideas.”

“He hurt you.” Sarden traced one of the long, red scratches that ran down the inside slope of my right breast. “I wanted to make him pay.”

“It’s too…too late for that,” I said, my voice coming out soft and breathless. “But you can still heal me. If you want to, I mean.”

“Of course I want to.” He looked at me seriously. “I want to make all your pain go away, Zoe. But do you mind letting me lick and suck your breasts?”

A surge of desire went through me so strongly I had to squeeze my thighs together and bite my lip. But still, I tried to keep my voice casual.

“Sure. I mean…that’s o-okay,” I said, only stumbling on the words a little bit.

“Good.” Sarden pulled the shirt down around my shoulders, baring my breasts fully for him. “Gods, I love your breasts, Zoe. They’re so full and luscious,” he growled.

“Sarden…” I murmured, wiggling a little with a strange combination of embarrassment and desire. “You’re just supposed to be healing me—remember?”

“Of course. Then let me get started.”

He leaned over me, still gripping the dress shirt I was wearing so that it pinned my arms to my sides. I had no choice but to lie back against the inside of the silver hoverbed and arch my back a little—giving him better access to the area he needed to heal.

“Mmm…” he hummed softly, deep in his throat as he went to work on me again, his long, hot tongue tracing along the slopes of my breasts to heal the scratches on my creamy flesh.

I thought for sure he would go for my nipples—after all, he had talked about sucking my breasts. But instead, he just kept licking up and down and all around, teasing me mercilessly with his hot tongue and pointedly avoiding the most sensitive areas until I thought I would scream in frustration. My nipples were tight little points by this time, poking right out at him and yet he seemed determined to ignore them.

“Sarden,” I moaned at last and he looked up, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

“Hmm?” His voice was a low, rumbling growl I could feel all the way through me.

Now that I had his attention, I didn’t know quite what to say. I wanted to grab his head and push his mouth down until it hit the target but I couldn’t. Hadn’t I just reminded him he was only supposed to be healing me? So then, how could I ask for more?

“Um…” I began, and then had an inspiration. “I feel like you’re, uh, missing the places that hurt the most,” I said. “Maybe…maybe because you can’t see the scratches because the skin there is already…already pink.”

“You mean here?” He looked me in the eyes as he used one long finger to trace a teasing circle around my right areola.

“Y-yes,” I whispered breathlessly. “And…and other places.”

“Here?” He took my nipple between fingers and pinched lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure/pain that seemed to go straight from my tight, pink bud to my pussy.

“
Ah!”
I gasped, unable to hold back. “Yes,
there.”

“And you don’t mind if I suck your nipples?” His eyes flashed again. “I warn you, Zoe, I might have to suck them quite hard in order to
heal
you completely.”

“That…that’s all right,” I said, barely able to get the words out. “I…I don’t mind. Do what you…what you have to do.”

Sarden didn’t need any more encouragement. With a low growl, he pinned my arms to my sides, leaned forward, and sucked my right nipple deep into his hot mouth.

I moaned and writhed against him, feeling helpless and hot as he took me deep. It seemed like he was trying to get as much of my breast in his mouth at a time as he could. Because he was so much bigger than me, that was quite a lot. I felt completely enveloped by him as he took me in his mouth and teased my tight nipple mercilessly with his tongue.

“Sarden!” I heard myself moaning as my back arched, offering him more—wanting him to never stop.

“Gods, you have such sweet nipples,” he growled, releasing one stinging, trembling tip and going for the other. “I could suck you all night.”

I wanted to let him—wanted to never stop feeling his hot mouth on my mounds. Yet I also wanted more…but how to get it?

“Sarden,” I gasped, pressing up to him as he sucked my other nipple deep into his hot mouth. “Sarden, please…”

“What is it?” He looked up, panting, his eyes hot with lust. “You want me to stop? You think you’re all healed now?”

“Not…
everywhere
,” I said carefully, trying to think how to phrase it.

“Are you hurt someplace else, my little Pure One?” he murmured, still tracing one taut peak with his fingertip. “Because I’d be more than happy to heal you.”

“Well…” I squirmed uncertainly. “I do
ache
in other places,” I said at last, cautiously.

“Where at? Here?” Sarden pulled the shirt open, baring my abdomen. The finger that had been tracing my tight nipple trailed down my trembling belly.

“Maybe,” I said. “But maybe…maybe lower?”

“Lower, hmm?” he mused. “I wonder where that could be. Maybe…here?”

He pulled the shirt completely apart, baring my pussy mound. I still didn’t have any underwear, though I kept meaning to get Al to synthesize me some, so I was naked. I blushed and pressed my thighs together so he couldn’t see my slit.

“No, Zoe,” he murmured in his deep, rumbling voice. “You have to let me see where it hurts. Come on, sweetheart—spread your legs for me and let me see.”

I thought about protesting but part of me didn’t
want
to protest. Part of me just wanted to let him do whatever he wanted to me and damn the consequences.

“All right,” I whispered at last. It was hard to do but I made myself spread my thighs and bare my pussy for him.

By now all the attention he’d been paying my breasts had made me positively molten from the waist down. I blushed at the way my outer pussy lips were swollen with need and spreading to reveal my inner folds. Worst of all, I was extremely wet—my whole pussy and my inner thighs were shiny with my juices.

It was incredibly embarrassing.

“
Oh
…” I whispered and started to close my legs but Sarden held me back

“No, Zoe, let me look at you,” he murmured. “You’re so damn beautiful it makes me ache. You know that?”

“I…I guess.” I bit my lip again, feeling sexy and shy and vulnerable and incredibly turned on all at the same time.

“Now let me see if I can guess where it hurts,” Sarden mused. “Could it be here?” He traced a design lightly on my inner thigh, making me jump and gasp.

“Yes…some,” I admitted.

“Then I’ll have to heal you.” Ducking his head, he dragged his tongue up my right inner thigh, making me gasp. He did the same on the left but though I was sure I would soon feel his mouth on my pussy, he only cleaned the juices away from my inner thighs thoroughly before looking up again.

“Better, Zoe?” he murmured, his eyes hot.

“Some,” I whispered. “But…”

“But that’s not the only place you hurt, is it?” Using his fingertip, he traced gently over one side of my outer pussy, making me jump and quiver. “How about this? Do you need me to lick you here?”

“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly, spreading my legs a little wider. “Yes,
please.
Heal me there, Sarden. I…I need you to.”

“My pleasure,” he growled and then his tongue was back, dragging upward from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top. I could feel his hot breath on me, bathing my open pussy. And yet, he was still only licking my outer lips. I moaned restlessly, wondering when all this teasing would end. I needed his tongue on me, damn it—needed his tongue
in
me.