Alien Mate (10 page)

“Is there a bed?” asked Kor mischievously, not even grunting when Diana elbowed him in the ribs.

“Of course there is. I had that delivered first thing.”

Diana wanted to die of embarrassment as Kor and his mother chuckled at her prudishness. Diana had grown up in a household that did not talk about sex and certainly never joked about it. This was so unnatural.
So alien.

“I’ve also booked Diana’s appointment with the family physician for a full workup.”

“I don’t need a doctor. I feel fine,” interjected Diana.

“Even so, it’s best to get checked out in case the ship diagnostics missed something.”

Diana swallowed her arguments.
I get the feeling I might not win.

Reaching a busy curbside with little saucers zipping down and up to pick up and drop off passengers, Kor’s mother stopped her talking and walking to give them both a quick hug.

“I know you’re anxious to see your new home and christen it,” she said with a wink that had Diana staring at her toes again.

“How about you both come over tomorrow evening for dinner? Your father will be there too.”

With a wave, Ele’Anor left them, hopping into a waiting saucer that zoomed off as soon as it sealed its door shut.

“My mother can be somewhat overwhelming,” said Kor at the still-stunned look on Diana’s face.

“You think?” said Diana sarcastically.

Kor laughed and kissed the tip of her nose, which made Diana warm and lose some of her ire. With a hand in the middle of her back, he guided her to a waiting saucer and ushered her in.

“Are these things safe?” asked Diana nervously, looking at the plush interior for a seat belt of some sort.

“Very,” said Kor with a chuckle. “They are piloted by computers and have been accident-free since before I was born.”

Somewhat reassured, Diana relaxed and watched the zipping scenery outside, only to turn away as the blurring speed they were moving at made her feel motion sick.

“What’s your dad like?” she asked, trying to take her mind off the stomach she’d left behind a few miles back.

“Not as talkative as my mother, so you needn’t worry about him embarrassing you.”

“So he kidnapped your mom too?” Apparently abduction ran in the family.

“Yes, but she didn’t argue as much about it as you did.”

Diana stuck her tongue out at him, then giggled at the look on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me your mom was human?”

“Would it have made a difference?”

Diana thought about it for a second. Would it have made things easier?
“No, it wouldn’t.

But if she’s human, how come you’re so oblivious about our culture?”

Kor shrugged. “My mother embraced her new life here and left her old one behind. She didn’t want me to feel less than Xamian, so they didn’t even tell me I wasn’t a full-blood ’til I’d reached an age where I could understand I was no different from anyone else. And as Mother also explained, there was no point in her teaching me about a culture that I would never be a part of.”

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Diana frowned, for she had a different perspective, it would seem, from Kor’s mother.

When she and Kor had children—a thought that didn’t make her want to faint in shock anymore—she fully intended to tell them about their human heritage and mother’s birthplace.

“I take it you don’t agree,” he said, noting her silence.

“I think being multicultural is a blessing and should be something to be proud of and not hidden. Just think, had you known more about my people, your mother’s people, then perhaps we wouldn’t have had such a rocky start.” Kor just tilted a brow at her in response, and Diana laughed. “Okay, I might have still given you a hard time, but at least you would have better understood where I was coming from.”

“You fought against a fate chosen for you. I have no problem understanding that. What I don’t understand was how you were able to resist me.” Kor said this so seriously that, for a moment, Diana just gaped at him. Then she noticed the twinkle in his eye.

Kor burst out laughing, and Diana joined him, pleasantly surprised by this more relaxed and humorous side of Kor that she hadn’t seen much of on board the ship.

When the taxi-style saucer stopped, Diana didn’t have a chance to look out the window, as suddenly Kor’s hands covered her eyes.

“No looking yet,” he ordered, helping her out of the vehicle. “Welcome to your new home,” he whispered, standing behind her.

He dropped his hands, and Diana opened her eyes and stood for a moment in shock, staring at the residence in front of her.

This is our house,
she thought looking at it a little tearily.
And I love it already.

A cross between an igloo and a Mexican adobe, the house looked like a dome with a circular door and porthole windows. The exterior looked like sand blocks interlocked together. The walkway leading up to a rounded door looked to be made up of thousands of glittering crushed stones. The only thing that took away from the cuteness of her new home was the fact that her front lawn seemed to be dry dirt—purple dirt, mind, but still dirt.

Judging by the neighbors around her, though, Diana realized she could plant and landscape depending on her taste.
I can have my own garden.

But Kor seemed little interested in the front yard. Sweeping her up into his arms, he strode to the front door of the house.

“Kor, what are you doing?” giggled Diana, torn between embarrassment if neighbors were watching and arousal.

“Alphie says it is an Earth custom to carry a new mate over the threshold of her home.”

“It is,” she said breathlessly, “but I never read the part that said the husband would be groping me while doing it.”

“I adapted it,” he growled in her ear. Her sweet scent caught him, and instead of moving away, he nipped her lobe with his teeth. They barely got the door shut before he began caressing her in earnest. Pushing her up against the wall, his strength holding her steady, he fumbled with his pants. In hurried times like these, Diana welcomed the loose garments the women of this world favored, as he simply swept the fabric aside and slid himself into her willing body.

Diana wrapped her thighs around his lean waist, locking him deep inside. His hands cupped her plump buttocks, and he squeezed her smooth flesh as he pounded her. His breathing came jaggedly against her lips as he alternated licking and sucking her lower lip.

Diana held on to him for dear life, thrilled at the strength he exhibited and the sensations his rough lovemaking evoked.

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She’d never had a lover so impassioned for her, so impatient to take her. The feeling made her blossom.
He makes me feel so beautiful and wanted.

When his grip tightened, Diana knew he’d reached the brink, and she closed her eyes, waiting—not long. With a bellow, he buried himself deep between her thighs, the tip of his member touching her womb and that other spot that made her scream in response as her body convulsed around his. Wet, trembling waves spread through her, making her momentarily black out in pleasure overload.

As she slowly regained consciousness—a hard task with her body languorously refusing—she smiled.
Elusive
G-spot, my ass. Funny how it took an alien to find it unerringly every
single time.

Kor kissed her on the forehead and, still holding her by the cheeks, carried her into the next room and groaned.

“What is it?” asked Diana, unwrapping her legs from his flanks.

“No furniture,” he said, disappointment clear in his voice.

Diana remembered his plan to seduce her in every room of the house. Her eyes widened—surely he hadn’t meant all in one day.

Before they could explore any further, a knock sounded, and they looked at each other.

“Who could it be?” she asked, hurriedly straightening her clothes and hoping she didn’t smell of sex.

Kor shrugged as he did up his pants. He took her by the hand, and they went to answer the door as a couple. Diana had to hold back the giggles. Two reasons—one, she still had sticky thighs from their quickie in the front entrance, and two, these were their first guests they’d be meeting in their new home as a married couple.
I’m a Mrs. now.
Diana couldn’t help the little giggle that popped out, and Kor looked at her oddly before pressing a flat square that slid the front door open. Diana made a mental note of its location and purpose. It wouldn’t do to get stuck in her own house.

A mismatched but smiling couple stood outside. Diana looked up to see a towering blue giant with a platinum crew cut and then down again to see a petite, curvy thing with a bouncy blonde ponytail.

As soon as the blonde saw them, she smiled and thrust something at them, which Diana accepted with a grin, because judging by Kor’s face, he had no idea what was going on.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” said the perky blonde. “I’m Lisa, and this big guy here is Ror’Andorian, my hubby. I just call him Rory, though, for short. We live in the house right across the street. I’m so glad to see new folk moving in. This neighborhood is still pretty new, so not all the houses have folks in them yet, and gosh, it’s so nice to see another Earth girl here.”

Diana giggled at the stunned look on Kor’s face and the forbearing one on Rory’s as Lisa babbled.

Finally managing to slip in a word edgewise, Diana said, “Nice to meet you, Lisa and Rory. I’m Diana, and this is Kor. He’s got a longer name, too, but I’m still not sure how to pronounce it, so I won’t try. Thanks for the casserole.”

“No problem,” said Lisa, beaming. “Nothing like a taste of home, well, kind of, with adapted ingredients, to say welcome. I know cooking is an option around here, but, well, I like to keep busy.”

Cooking an option—Diana wondered what that meant. Having few cooking skills herself, she looked forward to finding out.

The giant rumbled finally. “My mate is overeager and filled with joy to see another of her people move in. Perhaps when you have settled in, you would join us for a repast.”

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“That would be our pleasure,” replied Kor.

With a nod, the giant Rory picked up his petite wife, who it seemed might have kept talking all day, and carried her squealing with laughter back across the street.

Kor shut the door and looked at Diana with a shudder. “Well thank the silvery moons that my Oracle didn’t deem her my perfect mate. I think I would have gone deaf.”

Diana laughed. “Oh, she’s just energetic and a bit lonely for something familiar, I think. I have a feeling she and I will get along famously.” And Diana found herself greatly relieved that she wouldn’t be alone trying to figure out this new world.

“Now where were we?” murmured Kor. “Ah, yes.” He scooped up Diana and strode through the house. “We were looking for some furniture.”

Diana barely got to see their new home, as Kor had only one thought in mind—finding the bed. And when he found it, he made sure they put it to good use, twice.

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Hours later, sexually sated again, Diana heard her stomach growl to her intense mortification, a sound that Kor, who snoozed lightly beside her, thankfully didn’t hear.

Diana crept out of the room and decided to finally check out her new home. She wandered down the hallway outside her bedroom and found two more bedrooms, somewhat smaller than hers, but each with a window overlooking a virgin backyard with a lone yellow tree.
I see
a garden and a patio in our future. And maybe even a swing set for the kids eventually. While I’m at it, I
might as well put on an apron, heels, and pearls and call myself Martha Stewart. Geesh, could I get any more
housewifey?
Diana couldn’t seem to stop the flow of thoughts and ideas that kept popping into her head. Apparently her mind had accepted her new status and was already looking ahead.

As for her heart, thinking of her blue hubby, Diana knew her heart had already been lost.

Trying to ignore her almost epiphany, she kept exploring and found the bathroom, thank goodness, a bright white room that she put to use immediately, emerging feeling more refreshed. She hadn’t seen a tub, though, a fact that made her a little sad.

Padding down the hall again toward the front of her home, she noticed the casserole dish still sitting on a shelf by the front door, and she grabbed it, continuing her exploration.

A step down to her right, and she twirled around the large living room area.
This room is
huge!
The floor had been patterned in a colorful mosaic of stars within stars, prettier than anything she’d ever seen, and the lack of curtains over the large window made this room bright, something Diana vowed not to change.

She crossed the airy room and went up a few steps into what had to be the eating area, with a small bistro-style table and two chairs. Then she found the kitchen. At least she assumed it had to be the kitchen judging by the cupboards she found filled with exotic bowls, plates, and glasses. A long counter stretched in a U shape around this room, smooth and unblemished, making her wonder where the sink and stove were.

Opening one tall cupboard, she found the fridge or, as she’d heard Kor call it, the cooling unit. Diana eyed the casserole dish in her hand and debated whether to put it away for now or heat it.
Let’s see what it looks like first.
Diana pulled off the cover and made a face.

This didn’t look like any casserole she’d ever eaten. With something purple shredded on top, green layers, and a lumpy white sauce, Diana wondered if this was an extraterrestrial version of a lasagna.

Diana’s stomach growled again, and she realized that a hungry tummy couldn’t be a picky one. She hadn’t found any other food, so picking up the dish, Diana looked around for an oven and ran into her first roadblock.

What the hell constituted as an oven in this pristine place? She put down the dish and began opening and closing cupboards looking for the elusive stove. Surely they cooked their food somehow.

“What are you looking for?” asked Kor, standing in the kitchen doorway looking rumpled and sexy wearing just loose trousers and no shirt.

“Cooking dinner, or trying to,” she mumbled, opening another door to find tall vases.