Alien General's Fated: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) (32 page)

Without the constant threat, the only thing that changed about Ryden was his intensity. He was calmer now, more open. Or maybe it was simply her. After all, she was his
gesha
. There would be no secrets between them.

The thought still scared her a bit, but facing the very real danger of losing Ryden forever, Aria had come to the conclusion that she couldn't live without him. Not only couldn't, but she refused to even try out of some irrelevant notion of modesty. She was his and he was hers.

They stood in silence for a moment, watching the system slowly return to normal life. Ryden hadn't been down on the surface, preferring to stay aboard the
Conqueror
with her. His second and the Koliar warlord Stavor were overseeing military matters down on the moon, now that the control of Ilotra had been handed back to the council.

As much as Aria had understood, the first issue on their agenda
was
Ryden, so the general probably wasn't that far off in his estimate that the war hadn't ended yet.

"Conflicts end quickly," he'd told Aria. "Wars end when politicians have argued through all the details that barely matter."

In the face of such stupidity, Aria hadn't felt the need to go down to Ilotra either. The moon was a sorry sight from up there, but at least she didn't have to face her fellow ambassadors, some of whom she would have strong words with at some point.

She was startled from her thoughts when the general slid his hands over her breasts and brought her into a firm hug. Strong arms turned her around to look her fated in the eye. He wore a devious smirk, but underneath Aria saw true feeling.

"No matter what they say, I will care nothing for it. I only wanted one thing from this war and I have it."

CHAPTER FORTY

Aria

 

She was dreaming of him.

In her dream, Aria was aware of her earlier fantasies. To her delight, she found them all coming true. Waking up in the morning to find the general's firm, skillful fingers stroking her most intimate depths, bringing her to new heights of pleasure...

Aria awoke aboard the
Conqueror
on the third day after the conflict had ended, blissfully happy in the general's quarters. She felt the softness of the pillow under her head and the solid body holding her in an embrace. It was the best way to wake up, if anyone asked her.

Her cast had come off the day before, to her surprise, glee, and not a small amount of humiliation because it was the same healer and she remembered Aria as her only Terran patient. Naturally she also recalled her not believing that a broken bone could be fixed that fast. In fact, the healer's exact words had been something along the lines of humans being easier to repair than Brions.

She didn't know if she should take that as a compliment or not.

Aria was wondering what had woken her up when a moan slipped over her lips and she was suddenly completely awake. Apparently her dreams had been very directly inspired by her reality. Ryden wasn't holding her gently in his arms as she'd thought, waking up straight into a daydream.

The general's hands were hungrily caressing her body, pushing the shirt she slept in—
his—
up to get better access to her tits, and groping them. She felt his lips pressing hot, ferocious kisses on her neck and above all things, felt his cock pressed against her thighs, huge and hard.

The day before, she'd assured him that they could make their binding official as soon as she was feeling well enough. Apparently Ryden had some sort of a sixth sense to tell when she was recovered enough, because Aria couldn't feel even one pinch of pain amidst the pleasure.

Her moan signaled the general that she'd awoken. He rolled over to lie on top of her, the most gorgeous man in the galaxy looking down at Aria with those wild green eyes that she wouldn't have minded drowning in. And she was, fast.

"You don't waste time, do you?" she asked, teasing, all the while perfectly aware that her body was rubbing against the general's without shame.

Ryden gave her an equally mocking glare, thrusting his hips against her belly in the promise of things to come. Aria whimpered at the motion, rising up to accept a fierce kiss from his lips.

"I don't," the general admitted when they had to break for air. "But I assure you, I have no intention of making this fast."

For a second, his eyes were very serious, making Aria pull back a bit as well.

"All those moments when I thought I would lose you," Ryden said, the weight of his words plain in his voice. "I didn't think of how good it would have been to fuck you again. I thought of how good it would be to enjoy your body like it deserves to be."

Aria didn't know how to respond to that. She was still getting used to the brutal Brion honesty that manifested between bonded couples. They kept nothing from each other, but she was not Brion. She worried if Ryden would mind, but the general didn't seem to expect any comment from her. He merely regarded her with softness Aria found even more unsettling than the honesty.

The kiss that followed proved that the softness was only present on the emotional level. Ryden bent forward to capture her lips with a fervor she'd only seen in him when he was fighting. The kiss was strong and purposeful and as irresistible as he was. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her. Aria moaned, feeling like she was prey being attacked, finding she had no objection to that.

On the contrary, she loved it, and basked in the way the general brought one hand into her hair, pulling her head up to press their lips even closer together. His lips were demanding, controlling, dragging her along with the current that he was, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Aria was helpless to resist, all the more because she didn't want it to stop, ever.

Or possibly only in favor of moving forward. When Ryden pulled back to rip her shirt open, Aria whimpered. It was clear to her that her body was nothing more than a toy in the general's hands and once more she found herself immensely enjoying it.

Terran men were nothing like Ryden, nowhere close to having the power that surrounded him like an aura. His mere presence made obeying him the most natural thing in the world. Aria was willing to give him everything he wanted, knowing she'd receive the same in return.

The simplicity of it brought a smile to her lips. To love and be loved in return, that was already a treat not everyone got. But to be fucked hard enough to see heaven, that was a cherry on top of it.

"I liked that shirt," she protested feebly, stopping as Ryden had.

The general was kneeling above her, clad in his short boxers, looking at her like she had just dropped from the sky into his bed. His gaze drifted over her body, his lips parted in amazement. Aria shuddered under the intensity of his admiration, feeling exposed despite being with the man she loved.

She was about to pull the ripped shirt back up to cover herself, but Ryden caught her hand and the look in his eyes was the most delicious kind of warning.

"Don't," he said, voice so deep it turned the words into a growl. "Never cover yourself from me. I want your body to be exactly like this."

He held Aria's gaze as his fingers traced a path across her naked skin. She could see his mouth twitch in hunger as he took her in.

"Exactly like this," Ryden repeated. "Ready for me, willing and pliant. Your neck exposed, your skin flushed from your arousal—"

His hands traced the route his words were taking. Aria felt a blush creep over her cheeks, although she had to admit she was definitely guilty of desire right about then.

"—and your pussy wet for me."

She sobbed when Ryden pushed a finger inside her, her back arching off the sheets, but the general pushed her to lie back.

"You are
mine
," he rumbled, the words both a promise and a claim.

Aria squirmed under his hands, and the general added a second finger to work her open. She was writhing on the sheets already, uncaring if he saw the depth of her desire. After all, Aria was willing to give him what he'd asked. She didn't doubt for a second that in his bed, her body would always be his and ready for him whenever he wished.

"I could taste your desire long before you woke," Ryden whispered, bending down to kiss her lips and her neck, never stopping fingering her pussy. "Was I the reason you were moaning?"

Oh fuck yes
.

"Yes," Aria sobbed. "Yes..."

"Tell me what excited you like that."

That was an order and Aria didn't mistake it for anything else. Not when her body was demanding that she submit to Ryden's every desire, and any command he gave.

"I—" she moaned, shivering when the general moved lower down her body, taking her nipples into his mouth. "I was dreaming of us, here, like this..."

The general was fondling her tits, groping them one by one, taking her nipples into his hot, wet mouth in turn. Aria was caught between the stimulation of her pussy and her tits, not knowing which to push into, trying to do both and ending up simply writhing beneath him. She felt the general chuckle against her skin, even the tickling sensation sending a spark of pleasure to her pussy.

"Good," Ryden growled. "I want you to be mine. I want your body to sing at the mere sight of me. Whenever you see me, I want to know your pussy is wet and waiting for me."

He looked up, straight into Aria's eyes, which were begging for him to go on.

"And I will. When I'm through with you, you won't be able to take one look at me without squirming in your seat, aching for my cock."

Aria didn't doubt him. She was feeling it already, happening to her right then. The sight of Ryden, with his dark hair messed up from sleeping, his eyes alight with desire, was enough to take her closer to the edge than she would have thought possible.

And his fingers, finding every spot of pleasure inside her pussy, pushing her closer to the edge with every moment. She gasped, breathless, desperately wanting to say something, but unable to speak. All she wanted was to come for him, feel his huge cock deep inside her, feel his cum spill into her wetness.

"
Yesss
," was all she could whisper, her fingers clasping the sheets in a futile attempt to channel the desperation racking her body.

Ryden returned his attention to her tits with renewed vigor. Aria moaned loud and long when he pushed a third finger inside her, scissoring them to prepare her for his cock. She buried her fingers in his hair, urging him on, the need to cum quickly overwhelming her.

Yet she was holding on to her resolve not to beg him, at least keeping that much of her dignity. Ryden was a Brion; he could read her body's surrender as simply as he breathed, but Aria could keep the inside of her head private from him. For all that he could, the general didn't read minds.

Her resolution was quickly tested when Ryden came up for another fierce, biting kiss, before lying down on his stomach between her thighs. Aria moaned just at the sight of him, one of the most feared men in the galaxy leaning in to bury his face in her pussy. The realization stayed with her for a second before all thoughts were wiped from her mind.

"Ah!" she cried. "Oh
yes
, like that, there, oh fuck don't stop..."

The plea had nearly slipped out of her, but Aria had caught it at the last moment. It seemed fitting, though, with Ryden's tongue lapping over her pussy lips, twirling her clit. His fingers kept working her open wider for him. Aria sobbed, thinking of the general's cock in her, aching for it,
needing
it.

She had never wanted to be fucked that badly, to be pounded into the bed until she could no longer walk, until everything about her belonged to Ryden and him alone.

His tongue slid into her pussy, tasting her. Aria arched off the bed so far she nearly sat up, her hands tearing at the sheets, her mouth open in a soundless cry. It felt so
good
, so utterly, mind-blowingly good to be pleasured like that. Ryden's tongue pressed into her, seeking paths between his fingers, a deep growl telling her that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

The thought of that sent a violent shiver through her body, that the general was loving licking her pussy as much as she loved the sensation of it. For a man like that to enjoy her so, to want to suck on her clit like it was the best thing he ever tasted... it robbed Aria of all sense and control.

She wanted him so badly it hurt, needed him to fuck her into oblivion.

"Please," the word echoed through the air, given freely when Aria forgot what was so great about pride in the face of divine ecstasy. "Fuck me, please,
Ryden
, fuck me, claim me... I need you. I need your cock in me—"

With a groan, the general pulled back from her. Aria watched as hungrily as he had at her general undressing, and he pulled his boxers off. Even though she'd seen it before, the sight of his cock made her mouth water. It was huge and long and hard, standing proudly, so thick Aria felt her pussy twitch. She wanted to feel every inch of him, forever, wanted to never get used to being stretched to take him all in.

She flipped over on the bed, kneeling to face the general. Aria bent down to all fours, taking the marvelous cock into her mouth. She could hear the sharp intake of breath, and then Ryden's hands were in her hair, pushing her head down to take him into her mouth deeper, harder, faster. Aria sucked him as hard as she could, loving the taste of him, the weight and the girth on her tongue, pushing her mouth to its limits.

Not only was her control slipping, but Ryden's as well. She felt the general grab a fistful of her hair and moaned when he began to guide his cock into her mouth. The tighter he held, the less control Aria had over the pace and the depth, but only sobs of pleasure escaped her lips as Ryden fucked her mouth with short, stabbing thrusts.

After a long moan from her, the general let her pull away. Rising to her knees, Aria could see the ferocity in his gaze, knowing she wouldn't have to wait any longer. The general moved closer to her, forcing Aria to retreat until her back hit the warm, fur-covered headboard.