The Arrival: A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Paranormal Romance (16 page)

"Beautiful," he said in that same voice from before, and she shivered as his eyes raked over every inch of her that he could see in the mirror.

"You think so?"

He nodded.

His hands slid over her hips and then down, and he dipped his head to press a kiss to her neck and then one to the bared skin of her shoulder where the neckline of her shirt had slipped down enough to reveal it.

Without warning his hands slid back up, taking the hem of her shirt with them. He didn't take it off of her, but he did lift it up so that her chest was bared to both of their gazes in the mirror.

Abby's cheeks flushed, and she averted her gaze, but then Sorrin's voice was a rumbling presence in her ear, whispering "Look."

She was compelled to obey, and she licked her lips and then swallowed hard as she turned her eyes back to the sight of the two of them. Abby felt and saw Sorrin's hands move, cupping her breasts gently in his hands before his fingers strayed to her nipples, pulling and pinching them in a teasing fashion. The rosy buds hardened for him, and she moaned softly, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Open for me," Sorrin whispered, and Abby's legs spread automatically, widening her stance as he released one of her breasts and then let that hand travel down to take up a place between her legs.

Long fingers slipped against her, all that was separating his fingers from her wet folds was a thin layer of cotton, and judging from the way she could feel him rubbing her, she was willing to bet that she had already soaked through her shorts with her wetness.

"You want me," he said, and it wasn't a question.

Abby answered it anyway. "Yes. Please, Sorrin."

Sorrin smiled, and it was a sharp edged thing, full of teeth and promise. One finger moved past her shorts and slipped into her, making her gasp softly.

She was pretty sure that if Sorrin wanted to, he could get her off with just his fingers right here and now. But she could feel his cock, hard and sticky behind her, and she knew that wasn't how this was going to go at all.

Which was why when she suddenly found herself being pushed over the counter so her breasts were pressed against the just slightly warm surface of it, her legs wide and her bottom and crotch on display, she wasn't surprised at all.

The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her shoulders because she couldn't quite believe this was happening to her in her own bathroom, but she wasn't going to complain. It felt good in an odd way, and she gave herself over to it. To the look of pure desire on Sorrin's face to the throbbing between her legs that made it clear that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

When he pulled her shorts out of the way, he wasn't gentle, ripping them open at the crotch to expose her sex to him. His fingers rubbed at her for a moment, going from her clit to right over her entrance, and then, with a slight smirk, Sorrin spread that wetness over his cock.

She could just barely see him stroking himself in the mirror, and she had to bite her lip at the sight she made, bent over and spread for him to take as he wanted.

For someone who by his own admission hadn't done this in quite some time, Sorrin hadn't forgotten any of his form, clearly. He was different than he'd been the night before, and he pushed into her with determination, forcing her body to conform to the girth of him.

Abby moaned as she stretched to fit, feeling fuller than she could remember feeling in a long time, the night before notwithstanding. She moaned Sorrin's name, pushing back on his cock to indicate that she wanted more. She could take more, and she didn't want him to hold back.

He chuckled, clearly understanding what she was trying to say. One hand grabbed her hip and the other stroked down her back slowly, making her arch and whine for him.

"Tell me you want me," he murmured. It seemed to be as much for him needing to hear it as him wanting her to say it, and she smiled.

"I want you." As if that wasn't abundantly clear from the way she was presented for him, stuffed full of his cock, and ready for more.

"Good," he said, and then drew out slowly.

Every nerve ending inside of her fired all at once, making the slow, sweet friction of his cock sliding out of her all the better. She curled her toes against the tiled floor of the bathroom and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked like she was his.

He was holding her, his free hand winding into her hair to pull her head back and force her to look at the picture they made in the mirror. Each time he pushed forward into her, she slid forward, taking him and pushing back to tease him into doing it harder.

The teasing had its desired effect, and Abby couldn't hold back the swearing that burst from her when Sorrin started thrusting into her in earnest.

Their bodies moved together in perfect time, as if they were made to do so, and Abby couldn’t hold back the noises she was making for him. White hot pleasure pooled in her, growing hotter and deeper the longer it went on.

She worked her hand down between her legs, playing with her clit as Sorrin kept moving. Even when she called her out his name and came for him, he kept pistoning into her, holding on tight and making her shiver with the pleasure of it all. The stimulation made her come again, and the tightness of her body milked the orgasm from Sorrin, sending him over the edge right after her.

Together they panted in place, and Abby knew she was going to be sore for the rest of the day. Their breathing was loud in the bathroom, and Abby winced when Sorrin pulled out of her slowly.

“Now I need a shower,” she said, giving him a smile in the mirror.

“That can be arranged,” he replied. “It seems like I went and got dirty again myself.”

They held that eye contact for a long moment, and something unfurled inside of Abby. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was just yet, but it was a pleasant, warm feeling that made her wiggle with muted delight.

They’d discussed not doing this again, but clearly that hadn’t worked well.

It continued to not work well when they ended up in the shower together five minutes later, Abby’s legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her under the spray of water.

Abby couldn’t bring herself to be too concerned about it, though.

"You have a problem."

Abby jumped as those words came seemingly out of nowhere, and she glanced around wildly, looking for the source of them. She wasn't all that surprised to see the Camador woman from the warehouse come melting out of the shadows. She’d gone out to get more food from the grocery store, and now she was standing near the car, her heart pounding.

"I do?" Abby asked, not wanting to sound ignorant, but she really had no idea what she was talking about. Well, to a point.

"Yes. The Caran is not happy with your progress. The warrior gets too close to victory."

"She's been watching me?"

The Camador inclined her head. "Of course. She wouldn't trust you to be able to handle this on your own. You are a human. She sent me to check on you."

"And that's what you're doing here," Abby said, it all finally making some modicum of sense. "I thought you were hiding because you didn't agree with the Caran's plan."

The woman looked nonplussed. "Perhaps that is why I accepted the job of being your minder."

Abby sighed, dragging fingers through her hair. "Fine," she said. "So the Caran's not pleased. I don't know what she expected."

"She expected you to be on our side."

"So she could make everyone on my planet into slaves!" Abby exclaimed. "That's not something I want."

"You would rather they all die?"

"No!"

"Then you don't have another option."

"Yes, I do. Yes we do," she said, taking a step forward. "We can fight." She hadn't been expecting this to go over well with the Camador woman, but the tinkling laugh that met her pronouncement only made her cranky. "What is so funny?"

"You cannot fight the Camadors," she said. "They always win."

"They always win because they always have the upper hand. Not this time."

The woman arched an eyebrow. "Why? Because your little warrior beau is going to stand up and raise his sword to us? We know who he is. We know how he was broken the last time he tried. It will be a repeat of that, only this time, he will die along with everyone else."

"So you're on board with the plan now, then?" Abby asked. "The humans don't mean anything to you?"

"The humans never meant anything to me," the woman snapped. "I just...don't think this is the answer to our problems. Subjugating one race so that we can rule from a planet that isn't ours. It's a bit extreme."

"A bit? Really? Only a bit?" Abby was past the point of caring if she was being rude or not. Right now the only thing that she was concerned about was figuring out if she was about to be exposed for what she was doing.

"You're being hysterical," the woman said, obviously not caring. "I don't blame you. When he finds out that you've been working for us, it will not go well for you."

Abby swallowed hard. "How do you know he doesn't already know?"

The woman laughed her wind chime laugh again. "He doesn't. If he did, then you wouldn't be alive. He hates us. He hates anything to do with us. And with good reason. We burned his family and slaughtered his friends and didn't spare a second thought for what it would do to him. We would have killed him as well, but he escaped. The Caran didn't care all that much. 'Let him live with it', she said when Gollen Par burned. He will never forgive you for being on our side."

"I'm not on your side!" Abby shouted. "You're not even on your side. You're going to lose, and you're right, Sorrin is pissed at all of you. I already kept you from dying once, do you think he'll hold back a second time? Because I don't."

"What is your point?"

"My point is that you don't have to stand with them. The Caran won't protect you, and you know that."

"And you will?"

"I already did once."

The woman seemed to take that under consideration. She drew in a breath of air and played with the ends of her hair. "You want something from me."

"I want you to play double agent," Abby replied.

"I do not understand."

"That's alright. I have time to explain."

It was one of those ‘by the seat of her pants’ plans, but when she’d finished explaining it to the woman, she actually seemed like she was considering it. It was important to remember that not everyone in a given culture was terrible. If they could get inside help from one of the Camadors, then they would have a huge advantage.

Maybe that would be enough that Sorrin would be able to forgive her for her dishonesty, even if she hadn’t actively been working against him. She could only hope.

“If I do this,” the woman, whose name was Kaleth, said. “I will never be able to go back to my people.”

“Better than dying with the majority of them,” Abby pointed out, using Kaleth’s logic against her. “You’ll be able to stay here on Earth when it’s over, though. You’ll be safe.”

“Can you promise that?”

Abby shrugged a shoulder. “Probably not. But you’d be on our side.”

It was a large step in the right direction, one that would probably make it easier for them to stand more of a chance against the Camadors. But it made one thing very clear.

She was going to have to tell Sorrin the truth. About everything. Just thinking about it made her want to hide under a blanket because he was going to be livid. But he was about to risk his life for this, and she had to let him know before that happened. Hopefully there would be something left to salvage at the end of this.

Chapter Eleven: Shatter

Sorrin was unused to feeling so divided.

For the last four years he'd had a concrete plan. He'd known what needed to be done and how he was going to do it. Well. To a certain extent.

The point was, nothing had been ambiguous. There was no point where he'd looked up and realized he wasn't sure how the rest of his life was going to go. Granted, that was mostly because he'd been sure the rest of his life wasn't going to be very long, so it didn't really matter, but still. It wasn't a problem he'd been overly concerned with.

Now, though. Now things were different.

Now he had a human woman who he was feeling more and more possessive over. Not in a controlling way, but in a way that made him want to keep her safe. He wanted her far from this conflict. Sorrin wanted to put her on that ship and send her back to the planet he'd come from, or to Gollen Par to be protected by Halphia. Anything that kept her from being used like cannon fodder down here.

Because there was no doubt in Sorrin's mind that this was going to be a fight. The Camadors would not give up their domination of this planet easily, and Sorrin was willing to bet that he'd have to kill a fair number of them in order to make sure that they got the message that they weren't welcome. Maybe even all of them.

The idea of it made him happier than he wanted to admit, and he sighed, rubbing at his face. Life had become more confusing than he liked, of late.