Possessive Alien’s Mate by Luna Hunter

Chapter Eight

Thiray

That was amazing.

I gently wash Viliana’s hair, my hard dick cradled between the luscious cheeks of her ass. I soap up her naked body as we shower together, committing every last detail of her perfect body to memory. She is gorgeous, she is perfect, she is everything I didn’t even know I wanted or needed.

And I must set her free.

“Are you not done yet? You came like, three times? Or was it four? I can’t even remember.”

“I am never done with you,” I roar as I nibble on the back of her neck.

How I would like to sink my fangs in deeply and mark her as my eternal mate! I’d bind her to me, and we could experience this bliss for all eternity…

Viliana sighs and leans into me, pushing her soapy ass back against me. Her neck beckons… but I mustn't.

This will be a one-time thing. One I’m going to miss and cherish for the rest of my life… but her happiness is all that matters.

I will take out my frustration on her round, beautiful ass instead.

I bend Viliana over, my hardness pressing against her wet lips. She is wet for me. I can smell her arousal strongly, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of smelling. I enter her cunt easily and pound her from behind, my hands on her hips, using her soft, human body as I please.

Viliana moans my name, her body quickly trembling with pleasure. The moment I lay my hands on her, she is on the verge of orgasm. My fingers, my tongue, my cock, they all drive her wild. It is as if her beautiful human form was made for a Thaana like me to enjoy.

I pump another load inside of her with a deep roar. In the back of my mind I know that I very well may have knocked her up. Part of me hopes that comes to pass — am I trying to claim her without marking her? That’s not right…

But I cannot resist Viliana.

“Are you ever satisfied?” Viliana asks when she turns around, her hard nipples pressing against my chest as she hugs me. Her fingers glide across my cock’s many ridges.

“These feel so amazing inside of me,” she admits with a blush. “I had no idea.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I’m glad my ridges please you, farlin.”

Neither of us is in a rush to get out of the shower and return to normalcy, but when her skin starts to prune and the water pressure diminishes, we’ve delayed the inevitable long enough.

I will carry this morning with me all my life. My duty has been to the Balance, my life spent protecting Yssadril. Now I know there’s something more, something deeper, something that cuts to my very core.

As we both towel our bodies dry, my ship’s computer alerts me to an incoming emergency message. I take it on the room’s wall panel. My heart pounds when I see it was sent by Commander Dhauk.

“What is it?” Viliana asks. “Bad news?”

I briefly contemplate hiding the message from her. It is my instinct to protect her from all harm, but that would not be right. I can and will protect, but I will not lie.

“The message is from Dhauk.”

I press play. The grainy image of the Dohan Commander springs to life in front of us.

“Code red!” He says. The message is blurry, the audio cutting out at times. A byproduct of the heavy encryption needed to avoid detection by the Uttux. “We’ve been tracked. We cannot rendezvous. You better take good care of the females, you Thaana bastard, or I will make you pay for it with your life! Dhauk out!”

The message fades away. Viliana shakes like a leaf, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder. She is looking ghastly pale.

“Are you okay?”

She shakes her head.

“Dhauk is extremely capable. He will be fine.”

I won’t be. I was planning on surrendering the human females to him, so I could take my cruiser to Thulara and bask in Yssadril’s healing greatness.

“What now?” Viliana asks when she’s found her voice again.

“I will plot a course for Doxhar,” I say, hiding the truth from her. I just promised I wouldn’t ever lie, but… this isn’t a lie.

It’s just not the whole truth either.

I stride out of the room and head to my command center. I have a difficult call to make. I don’t want to call on him, but I have no other choice.

First, I pour myself a stiff drink.

“Thiray, brother!”

Vullar answers my call after a few rings. His clothing is disheveled, his white hair tangled. It is clear I caught him at an inopportune moment.

“Brother. I see the Trials haven’t suppressed your mating urges.”

“Who are you, the Matriarch? You didn’t call me just to lecture me, did you?”

I nurse my drink for a moment and pause. I don’t like asking for help. Especially not from my younger brother, who I love dearly, but who will also lord this moment over me until the end of time itself.

“I have a situation, brother.”

Vullar cracks a smile. “You finally found a contract you can’t bring in without my help, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“It’s not work, Vullar. It’s personal.”

“Personal?” He sits up straight. “What do you mean?”

I forward him my coordinates. “I will explain when you get here. Come as soon as you can. It’s a matter of life and death.”

I end the call there and then, before he asks any more questions. The Council will look dimly on my choice to interfere with the machinations of the Interstellar Union, but I am willing to accept whatever punishment they choose to dole out.

If Vullar doesn’t arrive here on time, it won’t matter anyway. The Crokkal poison is already traveling through my veins, slowing my heart-rate, and dulling my reflexes.

Hurry, Vullar.