Captured By her Alien Mate by Ava York

Riley

When I heard the scream, my blood ran cold.

I had been walking to Kator’s room to check up on him anyway, and was nearly there, but hearing his strangled cry of rage stopped my heart. What was going on? My feet tripped into an outright run. With everyone else still in the dining hall, no one else was in earshot, but my concern for Kator kept me from calling in backup.

I had suspected something was wrong—all through dinner Kator had looked distracted and upset. It was a different energy than his muted, albeit optimistic, presence during the peak of his healing. Something had happened.

My feet pounded the stone of the hallway as the screaming intensified. Pretty soon, other people would come running to see what was going on. I rounded the corner to Kator’s room and found the door shut. When I opened it, the door only swung open a crack before it hit something hard that blocked its path.

“Kator!” I shouted, bringing my face to the crack in the door. “Kator, what’s going on?”

Kator howled like he was in tremendous pain. My heart dropped into my stomach. His screaming ripped through me like a jagged knife. It was the worst sound I’d ever heard.

I titled my eyes down and saw that something blocked the door from opening, but moved when I applied pressure. I took a step back from Kator’s door, gritted my teeth, and launched myself at it, hoping that did the trick. The force of my body blasted away the obstruction and I tumbled into the room.

It looked like a bomb had gone off. The table that normally stood underneath the open window was broken in two. Part of it had been the structure blocking the door, and the legs were smashed to splinters. As my eyes drunk in the horrible scene, I found Kator sitting at the edge of his bed, hands gripping his head. His shoulders shook as he howled.

“Kator! What’s going on?” I demanded, running to him and dropping to my knees to face him. I pried his hands away from his head and inspected his face and body. No new gashes, no signs of a recent fight. But his face was contorted with a torturous pain, and tears were streaming down his face. My heart felt bruised just looking at him.

“Kator,” I repeated, gentler this time. “Are you hurt? What’s happened?”

Kator shook his head. His howls had diminished to quiet moans. He took back one of his hands and covered his eyes while the other gripped mine tightly. I pressed my body close against his and wrapped myself around him. What had happened that wrecked him? I’d never seen him lose control of himself like this before.

In due time, Kator’s moaning stopped, and he breathed heavily into my arms. Finally, when I thought he would never speak, he murmured just one word, “Mofat.”

I drew back from my embrace. “What about him?” I asked.

Kator met my eyes, his normally composed face wrought with fury. His expression was so startling, I almost gasped. “Mofat captured my mother, raped her, and ordered her to be killed. Mofat is…” Kator’s face twisted again into an indescribable rage. “Mofat is my father.”

Without warning, Kator stood and began pacing up and down the length of his room. I stared at him with shock. I knew that Kator was looking for answers about his origins, but I had no idea this is what he would find. Suddenly, his tortured screams made all the sense in the world.

“I want to kill him,” Kator said savagely, his voice raw and biting. “I want to kill him with my own hands and watch him die for what he’s done. He’s an evil monster, he’s—” Kator stopped, freezing in place.

“I’m a monster,” he groaned, and slumped down to the floor. “I’m the monster—I’m his son. I’m just as bad as he is.”

My breath caught and I ran to him, taking his face in my hands and wrenching it upwards. “Never say something like that,” I pressed, looking deep into his eyes. “You’re not a monster.”

Kator shook his head, letting tears stream down his face. “I hate myself,” he whispered.

I dropped to my knees again to remain eye-level and shook my head vigorously. “Not acceptable,” I said clearly. “I do not accept that.”

Kator leaned his face into the palm of my hand, turning inwards. He shook his head. He was so distraught he couldn’t speak. My heart pounded. How could I make him see how good he was?

“Kator, you are a thousand times the man Mofat will ever be. I couldn’t love a monster,” I replied simply.

His gaze snapped to mine. He was shocked to hear me use those words. Hell, I was shocked too. But they came out of me so naturally, and it felt right to hear them out loud. Why shouldn’t I say it? It was true.

He searched my face. I could tell he was looking for any signs of misgivings, regret about what I had just said. But I regretted nothing, and a moment later, his lips met mine.

The kiss started slowly, my lips parting gently to feel his tongue against mine. Yet soon enough, neither of us could hold back, and Kator’s tongue filled my mouth. His hand cupped the back of my head and held me captive against the kiss. I was a willing prisoner. My hands roamed his thick chest. Within minutes, I was exploring underneath his shirt, moving gently against the bandaged bruises and slices, trailing my fingers gently up the length of his torso.

Kator responded by lifting me up by my ass, and the two of us rocketed upwards into the air. He carried me straight to the bed as I straddled his strong abdomen, and together we tumbled onto the ripped sheets. It appeared that the bed had not been safe from Kator’s rage.

There was no rage anymore, just a hungry need to feel and reciprocate the love I had expressed. I could feel his body responding ravenously, affirming my own admission. Clothes on, we moved to the rhythm of our love, small mewls escaping me and joining his yearning grunts.

“Riley, I—” Kator murmured, and his hard manhood rubbed against the fabric of my pants, already moist with my feverish anticipation.

“I know,” I gasped. “Don’t say anything.”

Kator wrenched himself from me and gingerly removed his shirt. He exhaled in pain as his shirt tugged against his bandages, and I sat up, quietly repositioning them. He was in so much pain, inside and out. I longed to take it into my own body. Instead, Kator gently closed his hands over my fingers and brought them to his lips.

He moved kisses from my hand to my wrist and up my arm, lifting my shirt off my body as he did so. He unclasped my bra and threw it across the room. My breasts ached for his touch, and he met them with his tongue and teeth, nipping at them and sending my head lolling backwards, breathing heavily.

Kator ripped my pants from my legs, drawing my panties down with them. He burrowed his face into my hot, wet crevice and trailed his thumb up and down the throbbing entrance of my opening. Slippery, I moaned with tortured heat. Kator hummed his agreement, his tongue circling and spiraling around my clit.

Just when I thought my pleasure was likely to crest its pressured peak, Kator stopped, bringing me to a shuddering halt. I looked up, confused and impatient only to see that he had removed his own pants, revealing his turgid member. Though I had seen it before, it didn’t diminish in my memory.

“Now,” I begged. “Please.”

Kator grabbed me, flipping me around so that I was presented on my knees. All I could see were my own hands bracing against the thin mattress, waiting anxiously for his enormous cock to join me. I closed my eyes as I felt his tip barge through my slippery folds and gasped.

“Kator,” I moaned.

“Oh, Riley,” he replied, and pushed the rest of the way in.

Within moments, we had found our rhythm and pulsated against each other, filling the room with the sounds of our passionate thrusts. I felt my ass clap against his scaly abdomen. His hands were tight around my hips, guiding me on his cock, helping me to my elevated pleasure. All I ever wanted was this, right here, right now.

It was all I was going to get. Kator pushed deeper inside me, gasping with relish as I clenched my walls around him. I wanted to draw out his pain and leave only ecstasy. I wanted to show him how loved he was. He needed to know that though Mofat was part of his origin story, he was not part of his fate.

“Riley,” Kator gasped, moving his hands from my hips to my breasts and wrenching me upwards, my back arched against the scales on his stomach. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging for dear life as his fingers found my clit and began to tease it. My grip on this moment was slipping. I felt only joy, only cascading pleasure and bubbling, hot pressure. I tightened my hold on his neck and tightened my pussy around his cock. I was powerless to stop the avalanche just around the corner…

We both cried out in shuddering, blinding, loving bliss, releasing and unclenching together. Kator whispered my name over and over as his warm seed filled me to the brim. I responded gladly and equally with his name.

As we collapsed together against the bed and he held me tightly to his chest, I knew that I was not alone in my feelings. I knew, though he hadn’t said it, that Kator loved me too.