The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition (28 page)

He settled Chelsey in the tiny cabin
the craft had, secured her in the bunk and headed toward the
control room.

He had no idea how long
she would be out—she wasn’t
drige
—but he hoped it would be long
enough to dock with the mother-ship and get her settled for the
long trip.

Because he had no idea if the humans
were capable of pursuing and trying to drag him into a fight and he
hoped, if that transpired, that he wasn’t going to have to try to
fight Chelsey off at the same time.

Besides—he thought he’d get less
argument out of Chelsey if they were already a very long ways from
Earth when she realized what he’d done.

He had some hope that the gift he’d
brought along would go a long way toward appeasing her.

But what did he know,
really?

She was liable to be more enraged than
gratified by what he’d done!

* * * *

Chelsey wasn’t even fully conscious
when the sense of having been in a fight and lost, or maybe a car
wreck, began to filter through to her brain.

Well, maybe not quite that radical.
She was stiff and sore, though, and achy.

She opened her eyes abruptly when she
finally recalled being manhandled by the two people posing as
Federal agents.

She was in a room she didn’t
recognize.

It wasn’t a very large room, but it
certainly didn’t have any of the characteristics of a
cell.

Then she remembered the agents had
said something about taking her to a safe house.

She glanced around for a window and
saw a small, curtain-less one on the wall opposite the
bed.

It was night time, she realized in
dismay.

It had been early in the day when
they’d picked her up! Hours away from dusk!

There was a loud knock on the door
just as she got up and headed toward the window to see if she could
figure out where she was being held.

Startled, she stopped in her tracks
and glanced toward the sound.

They dragged her out of her apartment
without her consent and now they were knocking?

“
Who is it?”

There was a brief pause.
“Garryk.”

She rushed to the door and tore at the
unfamiliar latch in her haste to get the door open and reassure
herself that it really was him. A profound gratefulness filled her
as she stared up at him, drinking in the sight of him when she’d
begun to fear he wouldn’t come back, that she was never going to
see him again. “It wasn’t locked. Why didn’t you just come
in?”

Something flickered in his eyes and
across his expression that she couldn’t quite identify. He cleared
his throat uncomfortably. “I thought you might not want to see
me.”

She stared at him in dismay, wondering
how he could’ve thought such a thing. As she studied his face, she
noticed the bruises fading from his jaw and cheek and her heart
skipped several beats.

Lawrence had been mugged the night
following their hearing. He was still in the hospital.

And Garryk had been playing least in
sight—waiting for the evidence to fade, no doubt.

“
Oh Garryk!” she gasped,
surging toward him abruptly and curling her arms tightly around his
waist. “Baby, how could you think that?”

He flinched when she flung herself at
him, surprised enough that he didn’t begin to embrace her until
she’d already begun to pull away. He encircled her with his own
arms then, preventing her escape, and waltzed her inside, kicking
the door shut behind them. He shifted his hold when she looked up
at him, capturing her face instead and searching her
eyes.

Her heart lurched when he abruptly
closed the distance, tilting his head to fit his mouth to hers.
Warmth surged through her the moment she felt the heat of his mouth
settle over hers, thawing the frozen core of doubts she’d been
harboring. The bold, possessive rake of his tongue infused her with
the elixir of life, the drugging, powerful euphoria only
Essence-of-Garryk had ever produced. She felt feather light and as
heavy as lead at the same time, floating and sinking, dizzy and
disoriented as he fired her blood, making it surge in every pulse
point, awakening desperate need.

She kissed him back feverishly. Like a
sonic wave, boosted and magnified from tower to tower, his kiss
became more ravenous and in turn fed the growing hunger in her,
building each time until waves of heat emanated from both of them.
The heated, moist cloud that enveloped them carried their scents,
swirled them together and combined them until it almost seemed as
if they, themselves, merged.

Garryk broke from her lips abruptly,
sucking in a harsh, shuttering breath, and cast a swift, fevered
glance around. Catching her waist, he pulled her close enough to
cover her mouth again, working the buttons of her blouse free with
shaking fingers. Too mindless by that time to think for herself,
Chelsey mimicked him, reaching to tug at his shirt with fingers
that had no memory of ever delving the intricacy of removing a
t-shirt before. She’d barely managed to tug the hem from his jeans
by the time he’d scaled the row of buttons on her blouse and shoved
it from her shoulders. It tangled around her elbows, binding her
arms behind her back and preventing her from dragging his shirt any
higher than his breast bone. She was still trying to figure out how
to get it off of him when she felt the restriction beneath her
breasts vanish as her bra fell away and then the heaviness of her
unsupported breasts for a moment before Garryk cupped them in his
hands.

She paused to enjoy the feel of his
hands, dropping her arms to her sides to give him better access and
felt her bra and blouse slip down her arms. Shaking the clothes
loose, she reached for his t-shirt again and shoved it up to his
arm pits. He broke the kiss, released her breasts and grabbed at
the back of his t-shirt, dragging it off over his head and tossing
it. When he reached for her again, he waltzed her backwards until
she felt the edge of the bed against the backs of her
legs.

They tumbled awkwardly onto the bouncy
surface, sorting a tangle of body parts and trying to maneuver each
other into a position more conducive to love play almost with a
sense of desperation—kissing, touching, and caressing whatever bare
patch of flesh they could reach at the same time. Garryk caught her
waist abruptly, shoved her to one end of the bed and fell over her,
flattening her breasts with the weight of his chest. He undulated
against the tight little spikes her nipples had become as if
seeking a more comfortable position. The delicious abrasion of his
hair-roughened chest against her sensitive nipples sent keen shards
of sensation through her. She arched her back, following his
movements to rub against him.

He released her abruptly, surged
upright until he was balanced on his knees and began a search for
the closure of her slacks with an expression of frowning intensity.
She grabbed for the side closure herself. He shoved her fingers
away, released the button and zipper and dug his fingers into the
waistband, pulling her slacks and panties off at the same time in a
series of jerks that dragged her toward him. When he’d removed
them, he caught her legs and parted them, guiding one to either
side of his shoulders. One of her heels landed on the edge of the
mattress and one foot hit the floor as he released his grip and
grabbed her waist again, shoving her back up the bed.

He burrowed his face between her
breasts as they settled and then scaled one mound to the peak,
capturing the throbbing bundle of nerves with his mouth. It was
like being branded. The force of the jolt knocked the breath from
her for several moments. The sensations that poured through her
were so acute they were a shock to her system and she couldn’t
decide for several moments whether it was agonizing pleasure or
only agonizing.

Her womb contracted almost painfully
when the wave hit it and she sucked in the breath she’d lost,
clawing her way back up toward consciousness. Moisture flooded her
channel as the muscles along it began to quake frantically in a
demand to be filled. “Garryk!” she managed to gasp out in a voice
that rang with nearly hysterical need.

It penetrated his brain just enough to
work like a boxing bell. He let go of the nipple he’d been
torturing and swooped down on the other, sending her spiraling
toward darkness again. When she managed to pitch herself toward the
surface once more, she sucked in a choked breath. “Now!” she
gasped, planting a palm on his forehead and trying to pry him
loose. “Garryk!”

He jerked his head upward, staring at
her drunkenly for a moment before the demand seemed to click in his
mind and then he surged upward. She thought for a moment his only
intent was to gag her with his mouth and silence her, but he arched
his back, curling over her enough to spear the head of his cock
into the mouth of her sex. She grunted into his mouth at impact,
struggling to find a hold on him to drag him in. Her hands skimmed
the hard muscles of his back and waist in a frantic search for a
hold and finally closed on his buttocks. She tightened her grip as
he thrust, ignoring the pumping motion of his hips and pulling
steadily as he struggled to coat his cock with enough moisture to
slide home.

After a moment, he broke from her
lips, sucked in a couple of deep breaths and mentally threw his
shoulder into his task, plowing a little deeper, shaking with the
effort. She felt the skin along her inner thighs tighten with the
strain and then ease as he broke the impasse and drove deeply.
Thankfully, he caught himself before ramming her womb. She flinched
anyway in anticipation, but then relaxed when he caught himself and
focused entirely on enjoying the feel of his flesh as it glided
back and forth along hers in pleasurable friction that sent waves
of keen sensation through her.

The climb toward her peak was a swift
one, aided by the accumulated need of days of doing without. She
curled tightly around him—arms and legs—as she waited breathlessly
for the ascent. The first electrifying jolt tensed every muscle in
her body for endless seconds until it released its grip and then
surged again, over and over until she was completely inundated by
the heated waves of pleasure, her mind floating free of her body
like a balloon caught in a current of air, drifting up toward the
sunlight and then down toward a dark pit. She lost all buoyancy
when the waves of bliss finally drifted away.

Garryk uttered a choked
string of curses and profound praise as he lost control.
“
Gezis! mabay, Gezis! Jods,
that feels ….”

At his words and the feel of his body
jerking in release, a rash of pebbling skin erupted all over her,
sending another warming wave through her. Gravity exerted itself,
pulling at her until she felt almost too heavy to breathe. She
yielded to it abruptly, allowing it to pull her toward
oblivion.

Garryk sank heavily against her,
huffing hot breaths against her neck and ear that lifted flocks of
goose-bumps that raced across her skin in waves that made her
shiver in reaction. He dragged in a deep, shuddering breath finally
and shifted his weight to the mattress beside her, easing the
pressure enough that Chelsey managed to suck in a deep, sustaining
breath of her own.

“
Mabay
?”

“
Mmmm?”

Garryk framed her face
with his hands, dreading what he had to say to her, but there was
no hope for it. “I’m sorry as hell I had to do that to you,
mabay
. You know I would
never hurt you? There wasn’t any choice. They were already there by
the time I realized what was going on and managed extricate myself
from … the situation I was in … and get to your place.”

Chelsey stared at him blankly, a frown
of confusion and uneasiness slowly crinkling her brow. “What are
you talking about?”

Something flickered in his eyes—relief
then discomfort and finally acceptance. “You don’t remember? That’s
why you weren’t pissed off,” he muttered.

“
Remem ….” Chelsey broke
off as her mind rapidly replayed the last memories she had before
she’d wakened in this strange place and for the first time she
realized Garryk shouldn’t be there—at least not if her memory
served her. “I was picked up by federal agents—at least that was
what they claimed,” she said slowly, struggling to remember
memories that were spotty simply because she’d been so shocked by
the entire incident she hadn’t really understood what was going on.
“They said they were looking for you—that you weren’t really Garryk
Sinclair.”

Pulling away from her, he got up and
straightened his clothing, which prompted her to scramble back into
her own clothes.

“
What is it? What’s going
on, Garryk? What did they mean? Why were they there?” She paused.
“What is this place? Why am I here? This isn’t about Lawrence, is
it?”

He caught her face between his palms
again. “Shhh, baby. It’s ok. I swear. You’re in no danger … now.
I’d never allow harm to come to you while there’s breath in my
body. You know that, don’t you? Believe that?” he added, pulling
her close against his frame.

Despite his reassuring warmth, Chelsey
discovered she couldn’t find the comfort and solace she generally
found in his arms. “My god, Garryk! What is going on? You’re
starting to scare the hell out of me with all this cloak and dagger
stuff! They said you weren’t Garryk Sinclair, that it was an alias,
but they wouldn’t tell me anything else.”