Alien Mate (12 page)

My demon lover.
His magic touch and cock didn’t belong to reality, the pleasure he gave too intense and surreal. As she screamed her pleasure, it came to her that she loved her blue alien, so different from her and yet totally devoted to her happiness and pleasure.

But did he feel the same way?

* * * *

Diana fussed with her hair and tugged at her karimi, the official name for the garment all the women wore.

“Are you ready?” called Kor.

“Almost,” she said and bit her lip.
What am I so nervous about? I already met his mother. This is
just dinner. And meeting his dad for the first time.
Diana sucked in a deep breath, still not understanding why she felt so nervous. Kor stuck his head around the doorframe. His eyes brightened with appreciation.

“You look beautiful. Maybe we should stay home,” he said, coming into the bathroom and placing his hands on her waist to pull her in close.

Diana pushed him back. “Hands off. It took me an hour to get my hair to cooperate, and I am not letting you mess it up ’til we get home from your parents’.”

Kor smiled at her mischievously. “Come on, Diana. They won’t care. My mother might even applaud the fact that we’re taking this grandchild-making business so seriously.”

Diana laughed and slapped at his groping hands. “You are incorrigible. Don’t worry. I’ll remember this and make you pay later.”

“Promise?”

Diana just smiled wickedly in response. Their afternoon tryst had been wonderful, but where Kor was concerned, she never seemed to get enough.

She finished her preparations, and a short time later, a saucer deposited them at a house similar to the one they owned but on a grander scale, made of glossy white blocks.

The front yard exploded with color as various plants fought for supremacy with blooms of every imaginable hue. Diana, delaying the inevitable, stopped to smell several of the flowers.

Soon, though, she found herself ushered into the brightly colored home of her in-laws.

Ele’Anor greeted her warmly, and then Kor was introducing her to his father, a stocky dark blue man whose hair leaned more toward gray but whose smile was warm and welcoming.

To her surprise, Diana enjoyed herself. Ele’Anor pestered her with questions about Earth and then regaled Diana with tales of Kor as a child. It seemed he’d had a fetish for being naked as a child, and his mother had documented his many streaking escapades. Kor took the teasing good-naturedly, his pose relaxed and his smile warm as it lingered on her.

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When the evening came to an end, Diana and Ele’Anor made plans to meet the following week. As they settled into the saucer to take them home, Kor pulled her onto his lap and hugged her.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“For being you. My parents approved of you.”

“I quite liked them.” Diana still felt surprise at this fact.
Isn’t it tradition to hate one’s in-laws?

“Do you think you can be happy here?” he asked, his voice serious.

Surprised, Diana turned in his lap to see his face. His expression looked grave. She brought her hands up and cupped his cheeks. “I think I will be very happy here,” she replied and kissed his lips.

And she meant it.

She should have known that, even halfway across the universe, Murphy’s Law would exist and, of course, decide to ruin it.

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Kor woke her early to claim her body sexually, his actions slow, but his kisses and body so hot. She watched him as he dressed in his uniform, and Kor hated that he had to leave her to return to his duties. Her eyes teased him with sultry lowered lashes, and she’d let the sheet slip, exposing her bountiful bosom.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he growled.

“Like what?” she said, slowly sliding a finger down between her breasts, a seductive move that made his cock twitch.

“Like you want to undress me and eat me.”

“But I do,” she said, her eyes alight with mischief.

Kor cursed, then kissed her hard. “Keep those thoughts for later. I must check in with my regiment.”

“Fine, I’ll just play with myself while you’re gone.” Diana howled at the look of pained anguish that twisted his face, and an erection he hoped would subside before he arrived at headquarters.

Kor had been away for many cycles and would have a lot of catching up to do. But the thought of leaving Diana alone made him wish he’d asked for more time off. It frightened him to realize how much he’d come to care for his mate since he’d found her. She consumed his thoughts. His actions now all seemed geared to pleasing her. He especially enjoyed seeing her smile. When her face lit up, his whole being became imbued with . . . what? Kor had to wonder if perhaps he’d fallen for the elusive earthling emotion, love. What else could explain the insanity that had overtaken him? The worst part, Kor couldn’t speak to anyone about it.

What if what he felt was abnormal? Maybe he’d caught an alien sickness, one he never wanted to be cured of. He wondered if he could broach the topic with his mother, but his mother told his father everything, and Kor didn’t want to face his father and find out that there was something wrong with him. Something that would make him unfit as a mate. What if he was sick in the head and they took her away?

He would allow no one to touch Diana. She was his. Whatever this feeling was that he couldn’t control, he’d keep it to himself.

* * * *

Alone for the first time since their arrival, Diana prowled her new home looking for something to do, but she couldn’t even find one speck of dust to clean. Their robot maid had already done all the work. Sighing, Diana dropped onto the cushioned couch that had arrived yesterday and now held a position of prominence in their living room—and a fond memory that still made her blush.

Now what do I do with myself? I wonder if they’ve got any Earth books I can read.
But then Diana remembered something the robot hadn’t done yet, the front yard.

She could get started on making their own statement in the blooms and design she chose.

Rummaging through her closet, she cursed, realizing the only thing she had to wear were the stupid veil dresses.
I can’t garden in those.
Diana thought about knocking on Lisa’s door across the street to see if she had anything appropriate but then had a better idea. She raided Kor’s closet and found a dark-colored shirt and pants to wear. The shirt clung a little snugly to her overly endowed bosom, and the pants hugged her bottom like a second skin, but Diana deemed them adequate for gardening.

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Twisting her hair up in a loose bun, Diana felt ready to tackle the dirt.

Diana had her hands deep in the dirt and her round ass up in the air when the shadow fell over her. Startled, she looked up quickly and, of course, lost her balance and fell over, strands of hair coming loose and flopping into her eyes.

A firm, calloused hand helped her up, and Diana, flinging her hair back, said, “Thank you,” then had to stop herself from jerking her hand away from the stranger who still held it.

Facing her with cold eyes and a leer was Kor’s almost twin. But where Kor’s skin shone a healthy blue and his smile made her heart warm, this unknown male in front of her evoked the opposite with his sickly green-colored skin and chillingly clear eyes with slitted yellow irises.

“Well, well, what have we here?” he said in a gravelly voice that gave her goose bumps, and not the good kind. “You must be the whelp’s new mate.”

Diana, screwing the niceties, yanked her hand out of the stranger’s grasp, his touch making her feel ill at ease, and she had to restrain an urge to wipe her hand. “Can I help you?” she asked cooly, not liking at all this stranger’s manner. It made her skin crawl the way his transparent eyes roved over her figure.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he said, smiling, not a reassuring look on his face.

“No,” she replied bluntly.
Whoever this guy is, he’s bloody creepy.

“Now is that any way to treat your new brother?”

Diana tried not to react to his words. Surely Kor would have mentioned a brother, but she couldn’t dispute this stranger had familial ties to Kor, given their resemblance.

“Sorry, but Kor never mentioned a brother.”

“Then let me introduce myself, Kil’iander Vel Menos. Elder brother of your mate. You mean he hasn’t mentioned me?”

“We’ve been busy,” said Diana, trying not to blush as she thought of what they’d been busy with.

“I’m sure you have,” he said with a smirk that made her feel like washing in scalding water.

“Now be a nice sister and show me in, why don’t you?”

Diana hesitated, not wanting to be rude, but at the same time unwilling to go into the house alone with him.
There’s something not quite right about him. And it’s odd Kor hasn’t mentioned
him.

“Maybe you could come back later when Kor is home, and then you can catch up with your brother at the same time.”

But Kor’s brother didn’t seem to like this idea. His sickly eyes began to glow, although Diana was pretty sure the effect didn’t come from lust, and she began to wonder about running away when a cheerful voice broke the impasse.

“Diana, are you ready?” said cheerful Lisa, her neighbor from across the way.

Relieved at the interruption, Diana smiled and stepped around Kor’s scowling brother, glad for the distraction. “Of course,” said Diana, playing along with astute Lisa’s act while keeping a wary eye on Kil, who did not look happy at being interrupted. “Just let me wash up.”

“Going somewhere?” growled Kil.

Lisa turned her perky smile on him and, to her credit, didn’t blanch at his scowl. “Hi there, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Lisa. My husband, who should be out in a second, is Ror’Andorian.”

The mention of Lisa’s husband’s name seemed to register with Kil, who took a step back from the ladies.

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“Don’t let me interrupt your
planned
shopping trip, humans.” Then in a lower tone that sent a shiver up Diana’s spine, Kil said, “I’ll be back at a later date to resume our conversation,
sister.
”

And with that he stalked off, leaving behind a slightly scared Diana.

“Wow, is he ever creepy. Sorry if I barged on over, but things looked pretty intense.

Who is that jerk?”

“Kor’s brother, apparently. He just showed up here and kept wanting me to take him in the house. I’m sure glad you came over when you did. I don’t think he would have taken no for an answer.”

“No problem. Now what do you say we actually go shopping? I’ve seen the most gorgeous flowers for both our places.”

“Sure,” said Diana, needing the distraction. “Just let me change and wash off the dirt.”

Diana only wished she could wash off the icky feeling Kil had left behind. That and the shadow of fear he’d cast on her new life.

* * * *

“I met your brother today,” Diana finally told Kor after they’d made passionate love when he came home, skipping dinner to taste her.

Kor froze in the process of pulling on his breeches. “What did he want?” he asked, his face carefully neutral.

“He wanted to come in and get to know me. I’m afraid I might have been a little rude.

He kind of took me off guard. I told him to come back when you were home.”

Kor’s face turned glacial, and he grabbed her tightly. “Don’t ever let him in when I’m not home. Do you understand?”

“I don’t intend to let him in. Like I said, he was creepy, but I don’t understand. Isn’t he your brother?”

“Half brother, and very dangerous. I’m sure you noticed how he differed from others around here with his greenish-cast skin.”

Diana nodded her head. How could she not notice, especially his freaky eyes.

“His mother was pregnant with him when the sickness struck. She survived but died giving birth. The disease though affected the baby. It affected all babes in the womb during that time. Most died in childbirth, but a few, like my brother, survived even if his mother didn’t. But they’re not quite right. And it goes deeper than their skin tone or eyes. They’re violent, uncaring . . .”

“So he’s a psycho?” said Diana, shivering, hugging her knees to her chest tightly.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that, but if you’re trying to say dangerous, then that is accurate. He is not to be trusted, ever.”

“What am I supposed to do if he shows up, though?”

“Call me right away.”

Diana rolled her eyes. “Oh, that’s going to work real good. Hey, Kil, hold on a second before you kill me while I call your brother.”

“I’m sure it won’t come to that. Kil hasn’t really done anything yet to prove he’s lost it.

I’ll have my father speak to him and have him stay away.”

Diana shivered, though. Someone was definitely walking across her grave, and she didn’t like it one bit. And she’d just bet his name was Kil.

* * * *

After Diana went to sleep, Kor called his father, who answered brusquely. “What is it?”

“Kil visited Diana today.”

Kor’s father’s face aged in a moment, his strength of will sapped by those simple words.

“Did he hurt her?”

“Not this time,” Kor replied tightly. “But he frightened her. You need to do something about this, or I will.”

Kor’s father looked suddenly haggard on the view screen, and he rubbed his aging blue face with a big hand. “I’ll talk to him. If I he shows back up again, let me know, and I’ll talk to the institution.”

Kor felt a moment’s regret that it had come to this, but truth was they should have done something about his brother a long time ago. There was something not right about the plague children, and it went far beyond their different skin tones and looks. Their entire psyche seemed damaged. Kil had remained free of the madness longer than most of his ilk.

However, Kor finally gaining a mate, it seemed, might be the catalyst that finally pushed him over that edge, the violent edge that all of them seemed to hit at one point. After a few horrible cases, they’d finally learned that, painful or not, these special cases needed to be institutionalized, for their own good and the safety of society.