Alien King's Bride (SciFi Paranormal Alien Romance) (Vistran Love Book 1) (2 page)

              Avia groaned as she slowly blinked awake.

              Her head was pounding with a deep ache. Instinctively, she raised a hand to ease her head. Her eyes shot open when she felt the softness of a guazy bandage.

              “Wha—” she said as she tried to sit up.

              A large hand squarely on her chest pushed her back down. She looked up and saw the king of Vistra standing above her, dark eyes warm with serious concern.

              “Stay down,” he said. “You should limit your movements for now.”

              Avia watched as the dark handsome king checked her bandages, tucking in a loose end. She felt a foreign warmth of security as the king sat over her, carefully protecting her.

              “Your Majesty—” she began.

              “Rom,” Rom interrupted.

              “I’m sorry?” Avia asked, surprised.

              “Call me Rom,” Rom said.

              Avia stared at him. The king wanted her to call him by his first name as if they were old pals? How hard had she hit her head?

              Unsure as to how to respond, she decided not to call him anything. “Err…where am I?”

              Rom’s lips twitched, noticing the omission of either title or name. “In my study,” he answered, magnanimously letting go her direct disobedience. “You needed a place to lie down after fainting and my study was the closest room available.”

              Avia slowly sat up. Rom watched her carefully, making sure he was there to catch her if she got too dizzy or fainted again. “Ambassador Tonson? The guard? They’ll be worried.”

              Rom dismissed this concern with a quick wave of his hand. “They’ve been notified,” he said. His eyes darkened. “And the two soldiers you met have been disciplined as well.”

              Avia sat speechless. Who was this man exactly? What kind of king took such interest in a lowly soldier? She had met alien ministers and politicians who barely looked at her, let alone try and care for her injuries.

              Rom watched Avia gently touch her bandages. She hadn’t been badly injured but his heart had never pounded so hard as it did when he saw her bleeding.

              He had easily caught her in his arms as she fainted. Taking her into his study, he was keenly aware of how delicate and sweet she felt in his arms.

              He had laid her carefully out on the plush sofa that lined one wall of his study. She looked small and petite on the large cushions. But as he watched her chest rise and fall with her easy breathing, he appreciated all the places she
wasn’t
small and petite. Her soft curves pressed against her uniform, speaking loudly of the woman she was beneath the clothes.

              After cleaning up her scrape and carefully bandaging up her head, he had watched her rest with a protectiveness that he had never felt before. He had almost wanted to pull her back into his arms so he could provide her the ultimate protection of his body.

              And now, as he admired the sweet curve of her face and the fresh soft scent of her womanliness, Rom was aware of his feelings. A king does not become nor stay a king by being a fool.

              He had found his mate, inexplicably, in this tiny feisty human.

              The only thing left was for her to agree with this indisputable truth.

***

              “Are you sure you’re okay?” Max asked, frowning in concern as he tilted her head to the side to get a better view of the healed scrape.

              Avia nodded and shrugged away from Max. “Come on now,” she chided. “You know how tough I am. A little scrape won’t get me.” She grinned and tried to poke Max around the ribs to make him smile as well.

              But Max’s frown only grew deeper. “Hmm…I knew I shouldn’t have brought you along,” he murmured.

              Avia’s eyes widened. “What do you mean by that?” she demanded. She resented being treated like some burdensome woman who had tagged along on an ambassadorial envoy for kicks and giggles. She was a UEF soldier just like Max. And a hell of a good one too!

              Max flicked his eyes towards her, looking down at her as if she was being naïve. “Oh come on, Avia,” he said, sighing. “This was a mission to Vistra. These people are known for their power and brutality. Captain Essex had said not to bring a woman along. Initially, I had pushed for you because I know you’ve been waiting for an off-planet mission but the more I thought about it, the less I liked the idea. But by the time I decided to switch you out, it was already too late.” Max sighed. “Guess that’s what I guess for not acting on instinct.”

              Avia could hardly believe what she was hearing. She had always thought Max had respected her as a soldier as much as she had respected him. After all, they essentially did the same job and were nearly the same rank. She was stunned to hear this sudden condescension towards her simply because she was a woman.

              But before she could say anything back, a messenger arrived. Entering the guest quarters were the guard were staying, he nodded at both Max and Avia. “His Majesty has requested for Sergeant Truing’s presence.”

              Avia felt overwhelmed by all the surprises the day had already hit her with. “He has?” she asked surprised. “Why?” She couldn’t help but blurt out the question.

              Max seemed just as surprised by the invitation.

              “His Majesty requested Sergeant Truing to accompany himself while inspecting the combat shipyard,” the messenger replied.              

              “What?” Max and Avia both cried in surprise.

              The combat shipyard was where Vistrans built their heavily armored ships. It was a valued technology and many planets had come offering incredible treaties and gifts to obtain it. But the Vistrans and the King had been quite secretive over their making.

              “Are you sure you weren’t supposed to find Ambassador Tonson instead?” Max asked, dubious as to the messenger’s competency. “Or at least maybe, me? I’m Senior Sergeant Max Epps, commander of our guard here.”

              Although Avia agreed that this kind of invitation seemed more suited to the Ambassador, she was annoyed that Max felt he should deserve the invitation over her.

              “Alright then,” Avia answered, relieved to find an excuse to leave Max. “Please lead me to His Majesty.”

              Avia strolled out of the room with the messenger, leaving Max behind, completely agog.

***

              “Ah, here you are!” Rom said as he welcomed Avia. He hoped he sounded casual. He had spent most of the night thinking about Avia. Every time he had closed his eyes, he had smelled her scent, felt her skin, heard her voice. He knew his heart had made its choice in mate. Now he wanted Avia’s heart to echo the same choice.

              Avia’s eyes were nearly ready to pop out of her head. The combat shipyard was an incredible space that looked like it stretched on for hundreds of miles. Covered over by a high roof, the sounds of ship work echoed around the space.

              She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never seen a Vistran ship this close. And they were colossal. Considering how big Vistrans were, the ships needed to be just as big to accommodate the huge warriors.

              Avia’s eyes traveled across the yard then rested on the King. Even amidst the giant ships and large workers and soldiers, he looked huge. Seven and a half feet and built like a tank, the man looked like he could move planets with his bare hands.

              But the most lethal feature were his dark eyes. At once both piercing and passionate, Avia felt like blushing every time she locked eyes with him. Her blush only grew when she felt the wetness grow between her legs.

              “Your Majesty—” she began.

              “Rom,” he corrected.

              “Err…yes,” she answered evasively, making Rom smother a smile. “Why have you brought me here?” Afraid she sounded ungrateful, she quickly added, “I mean, I’m
flattered
that you invited me but why me? Wouldn’t Ambassador Tonson be a more suitable guest?”

              Rom put his arm around her waist and led her forward. He walked comfortably next to her as they toured the half-completed ships. Avia’s body tightened in surprise at his touch but then slowly eased at the warmth she felt standing next to him. The ease he exuded as he held her close made Avia feel warm and safe.

              “Ambassadors are for treaties and peace. Combat ships are for soldiers and kings,” Rom said, gesturing towards the wide yard. “As a competent and quick soldier, I thought you would more appreciate such a place than the Ambassador.” And, he thought secretly, this would help her to trust him and his intent. He was showing her something incredibly valuable and much sought after. He wanted her to know he had already brought her into his heart.

              Avia stared up at Rom. She couldn’t believe what he had just said. Only minutes before, Max had been denigrating her skills and aptitude as a soldier and here was Rom, King of the warrior race of Vistrans, praising her for her ability and strength as a soldier.

              A warmth oozed through her heart, seeping slowly into her veins. Soon her whole body felt lit from the inside out with a deep yearning she had never felt before. She could feel Rom’s heated gaze upon her.

              How many years had she had to swallow her loneliness or urges for companionship just so she wouldn’t be looked down upon as a sensitive and, therefore, incompetent female soldier? And even after all that, men like Max
still
saw her as someone who couldn’t be relied upon.

              But Rom was different. She could clearly see that he saw her as a woman. Her curvy body was hard to deny. But he didn’t let that biological fact bias his opinion on her as a soldier. He respected her as a soldier
and
as a woman.

              Suddenly, Rom turned to speak a word or two to a passing soldier. Avia couldn’t help but run her gaze down his tall lean body. He was built for power. He was built for stamina. As her gaze inevitably went down lower, she felt her cheeks heat up as she wondered just how far human and Vistran similarities went. If she were to undo his trousers, would she find a thick, hard, throbbing—

              “Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?” Rom asked, interrupting her very vivid thoughts.

              Avia’s head snapped back up. Looking up, she found herself the target of his heady and stormy gaze. Something told her that he had noticed her staring and could tell exactly what she had been thinking.

              “Errr…of course, Your Maj—” Avia stopped herself. She still felt incredibly awkward calling him by name. It was so intimate. And with how intimately her thoughts have been running, calling him by name might just send her over the deep end.

              “Shall I let the Ambassador know what time?” Avia quickly asked, wanting to cover up her hesitancy.

              “I’m sorry,” Rom said smoothly, graciously ignoring her stubborn attempts from saying his name. “I meant the invitation only for you. Would
you
, Avia Truing, join me for dinner tonight?”

              Avia stared up dumbly at him before nodding. “Of-Of course,” she said.

              Rom smiled then followed his secretary towards his next meeting.

              Avia stood staring after him.

              She would be having dinner tonight with the
King!

***

              “You look lovely,” Rom said as he stood from his seat.

              Avia looked down at herself and brushed the sweeping lilac skirts. “Really?” she asked, blushing a little as she bit her bottom lip. Rom wanted to capture those lips and kiss them till they bruised.

              “Really,” he confirmed.

              More than lovely. She looked breathtakingly stunning. Rom had made sure to order his secretary to find a Vistran gown for her to wear tonight. It was a tough order on such short notice since most of the gowns would’ve been much too large for her. But his secretary had managed to swing his magic and have a gown tailored and fitted just in time.

              Vistrans were not shy when it came to violence or sex. Clothing can be quite revealing or sparse. As King, Rom usually wore ceremonial clothes but out in towns, it was common for men to go shirtless and for women to wear gowns that just barely covered their figures.

              In her long lilac gown, Avia’s fair arms were bare and open to his gaze. Her large and creamy breasts were pushed up, as if in offering. The low back allowed Rom to get his fill of her slender waist and soft curvy hips.

              He had more than reached the maturity age for mating. Standing so near and yet so still to Avia made his blood burn and his cock scream for release.

              Rom gestured to the table set up in his private room. Avia nodded and took a seat.

              Avia took a sip of the offered wine. It was unlike any drink she had ever had. Sweetness burst across her tongue while the heady alcohol bubbled up her head.

              She looked at Rom. He was wearing a tighter fitting tunic and trousers. She could see how his biceps pushed against the material. From the minute he had touched her in that hallway to now, her skin had never once forgotten his touch. She could feel his hands and his warmth around her always.

              Was she crazy? This was an alien king!

              She couldn't develop feelings for someone like him. And besides, she thought forlornly, she knew about their mating genes. She knew when Vistran males mated, they mated for life. A Vistran king, of all people, would not throw his heart away lightly. She felt cold and empty knowing that she would never know his touch or taste.

              Looking across the table, she tried to shake the feeling off. She could at least enjoy his company. “I was surprised today by your invitation to the shipyard today,” she said, breaking their companionable but charged silence. “Even if you invited me as one soldier to another, that is a very huge gesture you made.”

              Rom’s dark eyes never left her face. He seemed hungry to gaze upon her. “You couldn’t have picked a better word, little one,” he said. “‘Gesture’ is exactly what it was.”

              Avia felt less annoyed now with his endearment. She instead felt touched and warm. Taking another sip of the wine, she asked, “What kind of gesture were you making?”

              Rom quickly thought about his words and made a firm and final decision. “A gesture to show how much I trust you,” he said. He sat still in his seat as if his body was tied directly to hers.              

              Avia stared at him. “Trust
me?
But I’m just a soldier. You don’t even know me,” she spluttered.

              Rom gave her a faint smile. “Don’t know you?” he echoed. He held his wine glass but didn’t sip. “I know that you can keep a cool head even when under
attack
.” He emphasized the last word in reference to the attack of the two soldiers her first night on Vistra. “I know that you are tactical and know how to assess a situation to your advantage.”

              Avia sat in silence. Had he watched her that closely that first night?

              “I know that you are open with your heart and selfless with your body,” Rom continued, unperturbed by Avia’s stunned expression. “I know that you are gentle and sweet but have had to build a sturdy wall around you to keep out those who don’t understand you. You are an intoxicating mix of strength and softness, intelligence and sensitivity, sweetness and spice.” Rom smiled. “I know what counts.”

              Avia’s heart raced. Even though her gown was as light as air, she suddenly felt like she was wearing a wool blanket. She had never felt such heartfelt arousal. It was as if while her body cried out for her more primal instincts, her heart was soaking in loving bliss. She felt completely seen and understood.

              “It certainly seems like it,” Avia murmured, swallowing dryly. She couldn’t shake this deep and intimate connection that seemed to have formed from the moment they had met and had now solidified in the last few minutes.

              Rom stood from the table with a panther-like grace that his huge size belied. He crossed towards her and gently lifted up her chin with his large hand. “And I, as a Vistran, can see and even smell your arousal, little one,” he said, enjoying watching Avia flush with embarrassment. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. I wouldn’t have invited you here tonight if I did not think you felt this way.”

              Avia was confused. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? “But you are Vistran,” she started slowly. “When you mate, you….”

              Rom nodded. “I am ready to show you how much my heart already knows you. And I pledge the rest of my life to learn what it doesn’t,” he said solemnly. “I have no doubts or hesitations, Avia. Be my mate.”

              The tiny light in her stomach exploded into a raging fire. She looked up at the enormous alien. His broad chest was moving noticeably up and down. She could tell he was as wired as she was right now.

              “But I’m human! I’m not Vistran!” she blurted out, thinking of the first thing that came to mind. Well the second. The first was his fiery dark eyes and his chiseled jawline.

              “Mates only need to match hearts. The body the heart belongs to is of no consequence,” Rom said. But he gave her a searing long look. “But the body
your
heart belongs in is unmatchably delicious.”

              Could she really do this? Be the mate to an alien king?

              And yet, deep inside, she knew nothing had ever felt so right before. It was as if it all just
fit.

              She could hardly believe her ears when she heard her own voice respond. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I will be your mate.”

              Rom’s face swam with emotions. His jaw loosened its tenseness and his chest didn’t rise as rapidly on his next breath. Filled with such completion, he pulled Avia to her feet. Leaning down, he captured her lips, finally tasting her like he had wanted to all along.

              Their tongues collided as they explored each other’s mouths. Their breathes mingled. Rom’s arms tightened around her as if he just couldn’t get enough of her. Avia felt her breasts press against his large chest. A ripple of heat ran down her back as an animalistic urge to feel him inside her exploded within her.

              Breaking apart, Avia looked up at the towering alien king. Feeling surer about herself by the minute, she ran a hand down his stubbled cheek. “I’m ready,” she whispered. “I’m ready to be one with you.”

              Avia didn’t think it was possible for Rom’s eyes to become any darker but darker they did become. Full of lust and roiling passion, he picked her up with an easy strength and took her to his large sleeping chambers. Laying her down on the plush covers, he leaned over her.

              Pushing down the gown, he freed her large breasts. Squeezing each mound, Rom watched as Avia arched her back beautifully, moaning with the pleasure and pain he was inflicting.

              Feeling her creamy skin calling to him, he lowered his head and pulled a sweet pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Avia cried out as she ran her fingers through his dark wavy hair. He imagined her breasts and body swollen with his seed. The image tore through him, igniting such a passion, he felt nearly crazed.

              This was the mate he had been waiting for all those years. Rom bunched up the bottom of the gown until his hand met with her moistness. He grunted in satisfaction in finding her just as thoroughly aroused as he was.

              He slipped his fingers down her swollen folds, stroking against the sensitive flesh. Rom felt like he could hear Avia’s cried of pleasures for a lifetime. And with sudden sweetness, he realized, he would.

              Undoing his trousers, he released his own aroused member. Avia stared at it with awe. His cock was just as huge and thick as she had imagined. How could that possibly all fit inside her?

              “It will, little one,” Rom said, his voice rough with need. “Your human body will work to fit my alien one. And soon, we will be one.”

              Leaning over her, he stole another kiss as he position his cock right at her wet entrance. And in one swift plunging thrust, he drove himself all the way home into her warm wetness.

              An entwined cry of passion exploded from both of them. Rom could feel his body heating up as his genes began recognizing the feel and touch of his true mate. Avia could feel the bite of pain as her body tried to accommodate such a large invader. But just as quickly, the pain subsided and it was only pleasure that began to pulse through her.

              With slow, tantalizing movements, Rom began to thrust in and out. Holding her fragile head within his hands, he looked down and whispered raggedly, “I love you.”

              Avia looked up at her king, her mate. She had never felt so whole, so totally at peace. “I love you,” she whispered back, tears falling down her cheeks.

              Together they rocked their hips, finding their own unique rhythm. As they became more in sync, they sped up. Rom began thrusting with more strength, holding his delicate, strong, sweet, powerful mate to him.

              “Kiss me!” Avia cried out, knowing they were both near the final end.

              Rom quickly captured her lips as he thrust himself into her warmth one final time. They both arched and cried out against each other’s lips. Their breaths, their bodies, their souls were one. They had mated. They had accepted eternity.

              They took a moment to regain their breath. Rom rested his forehead on Avia’s, both enjoying the closeness and warmth of the other.              

              Finally, Rom rolled over to his side, pulling Avia along with him.

              After another peaceful and sated minute or two passed, Avia turned around in his arms. Rom looked down, smiling at the small bundle that squirmed next to him.

              Looking up, she touched his cheek and whispered, “Rom?”

              Rom didn’t think it was possible for his heart to soar to any higher. Avia had finally accepted their connection, their intimacy, and she now was showing it by finally using his name. He felt a deep love run powerfully through his veins. So this is what being mated felt like. He couldn’t imagine life any other way now.

              “Yes?” he asked, his voice husky with his newfound love and devotion.

              Avia’s eyes shone with all the love of the galaxy. She had found her mate. She had found her home. This was the only man she could have ever been partnered with and she thanked every star in the universe that she had been lucky enough to come across his path.

              “Rom,” she said again, making Rom’s eyes darken in pleasure. “I’m hungry.”

              The King’s laughter carried out of his sleeping chambers and far into the adjoining rooms, rattling the silverware of the forgotten dinner that lay waiting for them.