Alien Bond (Alien Attachments) (3 page)

She felt like she was on the down bit of a roller-coaster. “Take me home. Your home.”

“Our home.”
 

She placed her hand in his.

Zoe ran up and grabbed Kara’s arm. “Hold on there, mister.” She spoke to Kara. “Are you good?”

The inevitability of this crashed into her, but it didn’t scare her. Not much. Just being next to him was a fix unlike anything she’d ever experienced. “I’m good.”
 

“Take this.” Zoe gave her the purse she’d left behind. “Call me.”

Kara’s body burned.
“We really have to go now.”

Torril unlocked the door without touching it. Kara sensed a force emanate from him that manipulated the lock mechanism.

“Can I do that?” She was in awe of the world that was opening up to her.
 

He gave the knob a push and stepped aside for her to pass. “With your psi, yes.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “I’ll teach you, in time,” he said, following her and closing the door behind him. The lock snicked into the wood. He stood so close his breath warmed the back of her neck. His lips touched the skin just below her ear, and the physical world shifted again. Lips and hands explored her body, but there was something else—something ethereal that was both her and not her. It wasn’t physical, and yet it was so much a part of her she wondered at never noticing it before.

“As I mentioned, it’s called psi, and yours is very powerful.”
 

She sensed his approval as though it were her own.

 
His psi pulsated and rubbed against hers. She sucked in a deep breath. Like alternate, otherworldly bodies, they rolled together, and with some sense she couldn’t understand, let alone explain, she experienced their colors. Translucent yellows and blues that were achingly beautiful.

Torril growled and turned her to face him. Her attention returned to the physical as he cupped her face with his hands, and their lips met for the first time. His tongue probed, the warmth melting to her core. The kiss lasted for days, hours, seconds—she had no idea. All she knew was that anything he did to her became all that existed.

Like someone pressing pause, reality snapped back into focus when he slowly pulled away. She opened her eyes and found him gazing at her with electric blue eyes, the physical equivalent of his psi. The most impossible blue, they shown with a light so strong it illuminated his face.

“Your eyes…” she said.

He smiled. Really smiled for the first time, and it stunned her. God, he was beautiful. He took her upper arm and turned her to a mirror on the wall of the entryway. Her eyes radiated yellow, a contrast to his blue. “When we mate,” he said, pulling her with him toward a hallway, “our psi will merge.”
 

His psi gave her a nudge.
“Bedroom,”
he said in her mind.
“We’ve waited long enough.”

A spark of her determination to avoid this raised its head, but like a single drop in the ocean, it was powerless. Kara stopped in the doorway. On the other side of the biggest four poster bed she’d ever seen, a wall of windows displayed London’s dusky skyline.

“Wait, how long have we been here?” She struggled to remember… The park. That was lunch. Around two, maybe?

 
He approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Does it matter?” His hands reached around and unbuttoned her shirt. Alien music filled the room, and he began swaying slightly from left to right, his erection caressing the small of her back.
 

“It’s…really big,” she said, looking at the bed.

“Thank you,” he said.

She laughed and turned to remove his shirt.
 

“To hell with this,” he growled. His psi pressed against her chest. Pleasure rippled through her as the buttons on her shirt came undone one at a time.
 

“That tickles,” she said.

The soft cotton of her top slid off her shoulders. He undid her bra, and it fell to the floor. The light in his eyes pulsed at the sight of her breasts. She knew no one had ever, or would ever, want her as much as this man did.

“Now you try,” he said, fingering his shirt.

“I don’t know how.”

“Feel your psi?” he asked as he caressed it with his own.

“God, yes.”

“Don’t let go,” he commanded, pulling his psi away. “Not yet.”

She groaned. Her mother’s voice screeched in her head, telling her what to do. Anger flared deep within. She didn’t want anyone telling her what to do.

“You’re angry.” He held her then, his shirt pressed against her bare torso. He gently stroked her back. The energy shifted, and once more his presence turned to power and pleasure. “I’m sorry. We’re going to have to find our way together.” He stared into her eyes. “You should know, I like the aspect of dominance in the bedroom at times.” A brief kiss on the lips had her melting, moisture forming between her legs. “Of course, it’s even better if we take turns.” He kissed her again, this time harder, more passionately. He teased her lower lip, then trailed kisses down her neck. With every touch the intense hum of his energy grew. He bit now and then, the flirting contrast of pleasure and pain exquisite. Lower, he paused at each nipple to suck and bite before kneeling in front of her and nipping at her belly button. “Tell me what you want.”

It was a command, one she was happy to oblige. She knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, right here and right now.

Power.

He nodded.
“You’ve spent your life feeling powerless. No more. We’re equals.”
That smile spread across his face.
“Unless we choose not to be.”

 
She smiled back. “Take off your clothes.” She backed up to the wall. She felt sexy standing there in nothing but her jeans and boots. She’d feared oppression, but instead she found freedom.

Kara leaned against the wall and pressed her palms against the cool surface. Torril stepped back and peeled his clothes off piece by piece. She wanted slow and sexy, and that’s what he would give her. She grinned as he lifted one foot then the other, using his psi to pull off his boots and socks.
 

She burst out laughing, and he laughed with her. “Let’s face it,” he said, peeling off his pants, “it’s hard to be sexy taking your shoes and socks off.”

“Keep going.” When he had his clothes off, she twirled her finger. “Turn around.”
 

He obeyed.
 

She licked her lips. “You have the ass of Adonis.” He was lean and buff. Tight smooth muscles and a six pack of perfection. He turned until he faced her again.
 

Kara pushed off the wall and sat on the bed, sliding back until only her feet extended off the edge. She wiggled her toes and struggled to focus her psi, this new bizarre part of herself. Attempting to pull off her boots, she felt its form wrap around her feet, but it was like using a game controller she’d never seen before. Upside down. Things happened—just not what she intended.
 

“Like some help?” Torril asked.
 

Before she could answer, her body slid forward feet first. “Ahhh!” she screamed as she flew off the bed. His psi cradled her a few feet off the ground, and she laughed hysterically. “A girl could get used to this.”

“That would be the plan.”
 

The zipper on her boots slid down one after the other. The boots fell off, followed by her socks. Her jeans were next, leaving her hovering in her lace thong. Oh, my, he really liked the thong. Pleasure pulsed through her. She closed her eyes and floated, weightless, riding a wave of near orgasm.
 

“Please,” she begged. “Now. I need you now.”

“Not just yet.”
 

She whipped her head up. “Who is in charge here?”

“My apologies.” A single nod, and her thong slid off. Her body drifted over the bed and gently settled in the center. Every inch of her felt the pleasure. He spread her legs apart with his psi, and she nearly came then and there. He knelt between her thighs and started nipping and licking his way up from her toes. Each touch was a world of its own. Again, time fractured, and all that existed was the two of them. Another crystal clear moment erupted when his mouth cupped her mound. Side to side, in and out. She knew that rhythm, his rhythm. His tongue probed her layers and plunged deep inside. Side to side, in and out. The tension in her was almost painful.
“Now, yes, now!”
His hands reached up and twisted her nipples, sending her over the edge. She cried out as the orgasm burst open, radiating from between her legs, then slowly pulsing outward. It spread down to her toes and moved up her body to her fingertips. She held perfectly still as the pleasure rolled off her in ever-decreasing waves. She sighed and opened her eyes.
 

He grinned. “My turn?”
 

“Why yes,” she said. “I do believe it is.”

He moved over her, spreading her legs apart with his knees. They stared at each other for a few minutes, or hours. She had no idea. The strange, but oh so beautiful light, illuminated their faces.
 

“Trust me?” He ran a finger along her jaw line.

The question brought her back again. Back to her body. She marveled at how foreign it seemed to stop and think. She reached up and ran her fingers down his chest. His erection, like the rest of him, was spectacular. She ached for him to be inside her. Did she trust him? His psi caressed her, not sexually but sensually. His feelings flowed into her. It floored her to find that he was in awe of her. She looked up and felt reality slipping away.
 

“Completely.”

He lowered himself, his shaft probing her wetness, each contact producing a pulse of pleasure. The tension mounted. He teased her, touching her and pulling back.

“You’re being cruel,” she said.

“You’ve got to be cruel to be kind.” He slid inside her then, just barely. Her breath caught, and she adjusted her pelvis, trying to bring him in, but he only withdrew.

“No,” she whimpered.

He reached up and ran a finger from her neck to her thigh, teasing her breasts as he passed. Taking his erection in hand, he rubbed her clit. Side to side, in and out.
 

She squirmed with need.
“Inside, please.”

He slid into her, farther and farther until he was fully sheathed. She groaned as he stretched her to her limit. Body and psi erupted as he thrust in and out. There was nothing gentle or slow about this, and she needed it every bit as much as he did.
 

“Yes…”
 

He slammed into her, and her body answered, lost in abandon.
 

“Fuck me.”
 

He pounded her into sweet oblivion.
 

She cried out as the orgasm exploded, even more intense with him inside her.
 

His psi caressed her. The motion started slow then shifted, speeding up the tempo. The rhythm was his, though. Or theirs. Her own psi joined in, matching the beat. Torril kissed her, slow and lingering, but she knew somehow that this last step wasn’t about the flesh. His psi trilled at her realization.
 

“Oh…” Their psi danced as their kiss became something more. Like sliding down the rabbit hole, her perception changed. The intensity became overwhelming. No bodies, just psi. Kara tried to open her eyes but found she was completely disconnected from her body. A stab of fear shot through her.
“I felt that.”

“It’s all right,”
Torril said.
“Our psi are merging. Our bodies are safe. Trust me.”

 
She sensed his humor, and at that moment, the cosmos opened up.

Snap.
It was as though they had joined some cosmic consciousness. She cringed at how cheesy that sounded but had no other words for it. She was aware of, and connected to, everything all at once. Humans, lives, and memories, all hers. Other creatures, insane physical forms that she couldn’t comprehend, and yet somehow did. Souls, all, and so many of them.
 

Snap.
She focused inward and found atoms flying about with electrons, neutrons, and protons the size of planets. The space between such tiny particles blew her mind.
 

Snap.
She perceived the galaxy as a marble, spinning around and around, and pleasure completely devoid of physicality burst forth as the edge of her psi simply vanished. The sensation was so pure, so intense, it permeated her being. She didn’t feel it—she was it. At last she surrendered and simply let go.

When she woke some time later, she was curled up next to Torril.
“I have arms.”
 

“And legs, too.” Torril kissed the back of her head. “And particularly nice breasts.”

She laughed and registered the air moving in and out of her lungs. She rolled over to face her soul mate. Or psi-mate. Whatever.
 

Memories flooded back. “There are creatures out there that breathe through their skin. Oh!” She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh man, and those things that don’t even have bodies, they’re just ethereal strands. No, not strands, just these connections of… I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Easy, love. My people quite literally don’t have words to describe what we just experienced.” Torril sat up and faced her.
 
“This wasn’t your every day bonding, Kara. The fact that we talked telepathically before we ever touched…and that cosmic thing. I don’t know what it means.”

Kara’s head swam with images and impressions. She felt a sense of euphoria and a peace she’d never known. Until her stomach grumbled. “I am starving.” Light filtered through now drawn curtains. Harsh light, as though it was the middle of the day.
 

Torril smiled and traced the life lines on her palm. “It’s easy to get lost when we bond, but we’ve been out of it for a long time. Over twenty-four hours. We need to eat, and I’m sure your friend is worried about you.” He kissed her gently and smiled with eyes, now green, a color she knew matched her own.