Alien Revealed (8 page)

Alinna’s heart raced. She’d never felt so sexually aware as she did at this moment. As an Inarrii, she was well-versed in sex and the many pleasures it could provide, but with David, the level of surprise over his methods and her reaction to them continued to mount. She’d never been asked to give away control like this. In a race that continually used the direct mind touch of
m’ittar,
everything was shared, nothing experienced alone. But with her abilities concentrated on the empathic side of
m’ittar
and with David’s untrained gift, she wasn’t sure what would happen next. She trusted him, trusted him to at the very least please them both. To not know what he might do or how he might do it was exciting, and a little frightening.

A tingle of fear crept through her
L’inar.
She felt the nerve lines shivering, stiffening. She didn’t fear for her life or her body, but the excitement she felt was so different it was triggering her instinctive response. For once, she welcomed the reaction and enjoyed it as it zipped through her body. She gasped aloud in pleasure and imagined what she might look like to David as she heard his matching intake of breath.

“What the fuck?” His voice reflected the emotion he was projecting to her empathic senses—shock, confusion.

Alinna shivered. Thank the gods that the lust remained underneath the rest of his immediate reactions.

“I told you, they aren’t tattoos.”

“What…” The touch of his cool skin against her
L’inar
had her moaning aloud. Under his hands, they dropped flat again, the reaction slow as fear and excitement remained high in her emotions. But his touch was sending conflicting messages of passion straight to her
sinaa.
If she could have spread her legs any farther or reached to touch herself, she would have. She bit her lip, trying to remain still as he touched the lines again.

“What are you, Alinna?”

“I…I am Inarrii. I am from a race far from this system.”

He stopped, pulling his hands back. His emotions blanked—he’d slammed down that barrier again, one she had no idea how he’d learned to create. Her heart sank. She yearned for him. By the gods, her body
burned
for him. If he rejected her now, she wouldn’t be able to bear the stress or, she realized, the loss of his company. When had she come to care so much? It didn’t matter. She needed him, now.

“David, please. I am still a woman. Don’t leave me like this.” Her words met silence, and she strained against her bonds. The soft cotton over her eyes felt like a prison, and she felt her
L’inar
begin to stiffen again as panic set in. Urgency forced her to do something she had never done before; she projected her emotions on him, threw the power of her fear and desperation and longing at his psyche. When she felt his hand reach out to touch her thigh in a comforting grip, she sagged in relief and passed that on to him too, her relief, her lust, even the loneliness she’d felt since arriving on this foreign land.

“Shh.” He comforted her without promising anything. “That’s how we were together before. You touched me with your mind.” He idly stroked her
L’inar,
smoothing them flat against her skin. Pleasure and joy hummed through her nerve lines, and she sent that emotion to David, as well. She strained against the bindings, desperate to touch him, to be touched. The waiting, this was something that no Inarrii would do to another, make them wait for a response or even to ask for it.

“
M’ittar—
the gods’ greatest gift to us. To you apparently, as well. Your thoughts brought me into your dreams, David. I couldn’t get there by myself. I can only sense and send emotion on my own. I need contact from another mind to have a true exchange of thoughts and experiences.” Her tongue slid over the human words in desperation. Thoughts seemed harder to form, although whether it was from his strange foods or being controlled sexually she wasn’t sure.

“You’re beautiful.” His casual caress hesitated. “But how much of all this is bullshit? What the hell are you doing on Earth?”

“Don’t stop,” she murmured. “I swear I’ll tell you everything, but don’t stop touching me. I…need you.” She cleared her throat. A wave of confusion hit her. She tingled, everywhere, and it was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate when all she wanted was for David to take her, to use her and please her and never stop. Never would she have imagined trying to explain her race while she was tied, naked, to an alien bed. “Inarrii need sex to maintain our calm, to remove stress. And I have been
very
stressed since I got here. Our dreams together have barely kept me going.”

He remained silent. Alinna’s anxiety grew. The glimpse David had given her of his darker fantasies had been frightening, but exciting. He wanted to control her body, and she was handing him complete control, both of her body and her future by revealing her true identity and nature to him. She pulled against the bonds on her wrists, reminding him silently that she was at his mercy. She suspected she could use her strength to free herself, but it would be difficult, and would mean the end of any bond of trust she and David might have begun. If they took this further some day, she knew he would discover her limits and probably push her beyond them. There would be no way of escape. Excitement slid through her at the thought. A part of her that she never knew existed hoped he’d get the chance.

“What
are
you doing here?”

“My shuttle crashed. It was brought down by the airjet that crashed on your base. I was disoriented and injured. When I regained consciousness, you’d already labeled me as Dr. Janet MacPherson. Since I couldn’t get back to my ship and couldn’t reveal who I was, I made sure the comps here agreed with that idea.”

“You look like us.” He put both hands on her thighs, and she shivered in delight. His desire radiated from him like heat, so warm she could almost feel it on her lips.

“Except for the
L’inar.
They’re really nerve lines. They react to fear, excitement and…” she gasped as he stroked the lines on her lower abdomen, “…and pleasure.”

“And to pain?”

“Yes…” She stiffened as a sudden image crossed the mental barrier he’d erected. She saw herself bent over David’s lap as he slapped his bare hand across her ass. “Are you going to torture me after all?”

“Perhaps.”

Alinna squirmed on the bed at the sudden intensity and promise in his voice. Her movements seemed to focus his desire, she could feel it on her as the block between their minds slid away and
m’ittar
deepened between them.

* * *

“Are you hearing what I’m thinking?”
David pushed the thought at Alinna. Her nakedness, and the way she shuddered under his hands, made it damn hard to concentrate on the craziness unfolding around him. His cock hadn’t flagged even when she’d proven without a doubt she wasn’t human. The way her skin stiffened into ridges along the marks of her tattoos—her
L’inar—
it was weird, but not unattractive. The ridges were narrow and not very tall. They felt like the crisp edge of a neatly pressed seam against the satin of her skin, and every curving ridge raised in a fascinating design under his fingertips along an erotic pathway to her very wet pussy.

Considering the way she responded whenever he gave these new erogenous zones the merest touch, sex with her would always be exciting. More than that, his own secret fantasies were fluttering wildly through his mind. She’d hesitated, but she was clearly excited both at being controlled by him and by being rewarded for her surrender. He’d never had a chance to experience this level of dominance. In the military there were many levels of authority and control, but control was not allowed to become sexual. Sex between peers was allowed, but even implying a desire for sexual dominance with a female at any level within the force could end his career, and he’d been in the forces since he was eighteen.

The irony wasn’t lost to David. He’d found his ultimate bed partner, a sensual woman who responded to his every touch, who welcomed his darker fantasies, and she’d turned out to be an alien who might be a spy sent to end the Starforce entirely, not just his career within it. The choice was his for the moment, to keep her or report her, but the truth would come out eventually. And what then? What was she really here for? Whatever it was, he wouldn’t be the one to discover her true intentions. The moment anyone knew of her true nature, she’d be snatched from his grasp and given to the You-fos—finally justifying the division within Starforce Intelligence Department dedicated to the discovery of alien life forms.

He had only a few hours with Alinna. Then he would have to report her.
Hell, I should report her now.
But the thought left him empty. She lay still on the bed before him as he contemplated the problems her reality presented. The citrus and musk scent of her skin wasn’t from any sort of perfume. It was a part of her, an erotic foreign element rendering her as desirable as any human woman he’d ever known. Held as she was with his makeshift bindings she was even more desirable. He barely knew her, barely understood what she was, and had no idea what she was really here for, but he couldn’t let her go. Not yet. She was everything he’d ever wanted—even down to his career. He’d lived his whole life with dreams of space. His curiosity burned nearly as brightly as his lust. Alinna could tell him a lifetime’s worth of stories about a life on another world, and she could bring his fantasies, both the light and the dark, to life.

“I hear you, David.”

He closed his eyes as her mental voice touched him. Like his dream, he could feel her mentally caress him, her fingers trailing lightly along his arm as she spoke. He opened his eyes, preferring the reality of her bound body laid out like a feast before him, one he shouldn’t indulge in.

“I understand that you have to report me, David. I knew it might come to this, but believe me, I am not here to hurt anyone. I trusted you, let you bind me. Trust me, and mate with me in the flesh, just once. Let us both have something for now.”

Her thoughts mirrored his. David nodded, though he knew she couldn’t see him. The affirmation was for himself as much as an agreement to her thoughts. There’d been enough thinking. He wasn’t about to let her go.

Instead of answering her, he ran his fingers over her
L’inar.
She rocked her hips in response, her lips parting. She let out a sigh of what he thought might be relief. He stroked her along her right inner thigh, then along her neck. He touched her slowly, feeling the heat from her skin, the temperature much hotter than his own as he caressed her soft curves and flowing lines. He kept moving, changing the places he touched so she wouldn’t know what was coming next. Her sighs became moans, growing more and more excited.

Unable to resist, he touched her with his tongue, tasted her taut nipples and hot skin. He licked at the beautiful
L’inar
designs, working his way down to her pussy. She thrashed beneath him.

“David, let me touch you, please!”

“No.” He slapped lightly at her thigh, punishing her for demanding. The feeling of being in control, of pleasing her at
his
pace, was making him crazy. The real question wasn’t whether he could control her, but whether he could control himself. He watched her
L’inar
ripple from the place he’d slapped. Her breath hitched, and he glanced up at her face to judge her reaction. The way she licked her lips and moaned removed any guilt he might have felt about punishing her.

“Trust me, do as I say, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

She licked her lips again. Her mouth invited him. He leaned in to kiss her, and she arched her back to thrust her nipples up against him.

“Naughty.” He moved up the bed, slowly taking the time to drag his skin and his cock up the length of her body to kneel with one knee on either side of her stomach. He leaned in, dragging his fingers over the
L’inar
running up the inside of her arms to her elbows. Carefully he pushed his hips forward until his cock centered over her mouth. Without asking, she parted her lips, but hesitated to take him in. Satisfaction poured through David. Already she was learning to wait for his cue. He stroked her
L’inar
in reward.

“Lick me,” he commanded.

The hot breath of her moan purred over his sensitive skin. He gritted his teeth and prayed for strength as her tongue darted out to touch the side of his cock. After a moment she seemed to gain her confidence. She tasted him, savored him as she licked in circles around the base of his cock. She pressed her face into him, reaching past the curls of hair to suck at first his thighs and then his balls.

It was too much. With a groan of frustration, David pushed his fingers into her hair, held her still while he parted her lips with his wide cock and watched them stretch to take him. He pushed in slowly, wondering how much she could take, but her eager sucking pushed aside his concern. He shuddered as he lost control for just a moment and thrust hard into her willing mouth.

* * *

Alinna sucked hard at her mate, willing him to come in her mouth. If he’d had
L’inar,
she would have followed at least the most important ones for the ritual, those encasing his
saiin
and the skin around his human testes. He’d already followed her lines with his tongue, beginning the mating, and made his promises, even if he did it unknowingly. If he came in her mouth now, the normal end to the ritual, they would be mated.

If he were Inarrii, of course.

She nearly cried in frustration when he pulled out of her mouth.

“Naughty. I’ll come when I want to, sweetness. You’ll have to be punished for that.”

Alinna felt her body flush. “Punish? But I didn’t do anything!”

“You know you did. And now for complaining about it, as well.”

Alinna stiffened. He was
laughing
at her. She’d almost mated the alien, and he was laughing at her. Worse, she realized as he lifted himself away from her and lay down on the bed beside her, worse was that she
wanted
it.