Aedian: Alien Warrior: A Sci-Fi Alien Invasion Paranormal Romance (9 page)

“Aedian came here to apologize,” Roxy explained to him. “For what happened.”

“Ah. Well. That’s good.”

“Your daughter is strong,” Aedian said. “You should be proud of her.”

Roxanne smiled, surprised, and her father nodded. “I am. Proud of her. She’s a hell of a girl. I’m glad you can see that.” He hesitated and then shook his head. “Would you like to stay for dinner? Seems strange that we’ve never really sat down and talked to the uh...man our daughter is marrying.”

Aedian blinked and looked to Roxanne, who was just as surprised. She shrugged and then nodded, and Aedian smiled uncertainly. “Thank you,” he said. “I would like that.”

And honestly, her life just kept getting more and more bizarre.

Chapter 7: The Natural Progression

Dinner with humans was an...odd affair, to say the least. Aedian had very limited experience with humans this close, aside from Roxanne, he’d never really spent more than a few minutes in their company, and generally preferred to keep it that way.

Humans were different from Calphesians, there was no getting around that, but sitting there in that kitchen with Roxanne and her family, Aedian was forced to think about whether the differences were all bad.

Yes, they were smaller and inherently weaker, but they had strengths that Calphesians never had.

They had a closeness that none of his people could boast, and emotional support, which was something Aedian had never had. Too many of his kind grew up without parents for one reason or another, and seeing the way the family unit worked on Earth made him think that it was a shame that he’d barely known his own family before they were killed.

There had been a lot of laughter, and though it had taken some time for them to warm up to him being there, a large, unwieldy presence in their kitchen, they’d included him in their stories and jokes as the night progressed, and more and more Roxanne had turned that smile on him, her eyes warm and delighted.

When it came time for the evening to end, Aedian had stood at the door, prepared to take his leave without Roxanne. He hadn’t come to try and force her to come back with him, after all, and there were only flimsy reasons why she couldn’t stay among the humans if she wanted to. It wouldn’t be breaking the treaty as long as they still got married and had children, and Calphesian family units rarely stayed together all the time, so no one would really mind all that much if they didn’t. It was the offspring they cared more about, anyway.

He’d been planning to explain all of that to her before he left, but before he could, she’d been grabbing her things and following him to the door.

“Ready?”

Aedian had frowned. “You do not have to come back with me. I know you’d prefer not to.”

Roxanne shrugged, shouldering her bag. “It’s not a big deal. Plus most of my stuff is there anyway.”

Her sudden change of heart had him off balance, but he was learning that it was pretty much how he was always going to feel around her, so he just inclined his head and motioned for her to lead the way out.

Aedian had walked to her home from the compound, needing the exercise to help clear his head, but he rode back in Roxanne’s car, cramped and uncomfortable and grumbling about human contraptions the whole way back to the compound.

Instead of being offended that he was talking bad about human things, Roxanne giggled under her breath, clearly amused by the way his head was bowed to keep his horns from scratching her sunroof.

She seemed lighter than she ever had before, and her mood was infectious, leading Aedian to take her bag from her when they made it back and carry it up to his—
their
—rooms without a word. And she let him, which he was going to count as progress.

He watched her put her things away, including the small plastic container of leftovers from her mother, and then she turned to face him, hands on her hips.

“We had a fight,” she said.

He inclined his head, acknowledging that. “One of many.”

Her lips crooked upwards in a smile. “True. But you know how married people deal with fights on Earth?”

“We aren’t married yet,” Aedian pointed out, and smiled a bit when she huffed and rolled her eyes at him.

“That’s beside the point,” she insisted. “They have sex. Make up sex.”

“We had a fight, and now you want to have sex?” Aedian was skeptical, but that lasted only long enough for her to stride forward and grab his shirt, yanking him down while rising up onto her toes to press her mouth to his in a firm kiss.

“We were interrupted earlier,” she murmured against his lips. “And this is clearly the way to...bridge the gap between our kinds.”

Her argument was a compelling one, and Aedian definitely wasn’t going to complain about the way she was pressed against him and the way her mouth tasted against his. So he stopped talking and started
doing
.

His hands slid down to her waist, and he smiled when he could almost wrap his hands entirely around it without much issue. With a smirk, he lifted her up and put her over his shoulder, ready to carry her to the bedroom.

She yelped in his ear and wiggled around, so Aedian rested a hand on her bottom to keep her from falling, a strong arm around her waist. “You said we were going to bridge the gap,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t mean that you should throw me over your shoulder like a sack of flour,” she complained, but stopped thrashing about.

“I’m saving time,” he said, and deposited her on the bed when they made it to the bedroom.

The lights were low, and he left them like that, wanting to keep this mood. He could see well enough to make her out anyway, and she was beautiful as always spread out on his bed. Aedian followed her down, taking up his customary position above her, head dipped down to trail hot, open mouthed kisses from her neck to her shoulder, one hand moving to pull the collar of her shirt away so he could have access to more skin.

Roxanne gasped softly and shuddered under him, her eyes fluttering closed as she canted her head to one side to give him more room to work, and Aedian was learning quickly that her neck was one of her most sensitive spots.

So he spent time there, kissing and sucking lightly at her pulse point, dragging his teeth against it and relishing the sounds she made for him.

He could smell that she was getting aroused, and it was a heady, wonderful scent that went straight to his groin and had him straining against his pants in no time.

With the hand he wasn’t using to hold himself up, he touched her, sliding fingers down her side and over her hip and thigh until he could press his palm to the heat between her legs. Roxanne whimpered for him, and he smiled against her neck and lifted his head until his lips were right by her ear. “Do that again.”

He rubbed her through her pants, and when she whimpered this time, it was high pitched and breathy and delightful.

Now it was Aedian’s turn to shudder as he lowered his hips enough so that he could grind against her, letting her feel what she was doing to him.

Her breath caught, and she pressed up against his hand, while his lower lip caught between her teeth. “Want you,” she panted softly. “Please.”

He grinned, having no plans to deny her.

Aedian sat back on his heels then, pulling his shirt over his head and letting his hand go down to the fastening of his pants so he could shuck his way out of those, too. His cock was more than half hard and it was nearly painful to have it contained.

Roxanne watched with dark eyes as he undressed before moving to do the same herself, removing her shirt and pants and strange undergarments quickly.

When they were both naked, Aedian reached for her, but she held out a hand to stop him, and he obeyed instantly, not wanting another scene of him trying to force himself on her when she didn’t want it.

“I want to try something different tonight,” she said, and Aedian raised an eyebrow.

“Like what?”

“Lay down. On your back,” was her reply, and she gestured to the bed.

Aedian blinked for a moment, but then shrugged and moved to do as she told him, laying back on the bed so his head was against the pillows and stretching out full length. He watched her with careful eyes as she got up to make room for him and then approached the bed again, hesitating only a moment before she was throwing one leg over his thighs and straddling him.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

For a moment, rage flashed through him. It was unheard of for a Calphesian warrior to be on his back like this, with someone on top of him like they meant to break him, but he sucked in a breath through his nose and reminded himself that this wasn’t a fight. This was a completely different thing all together, and, actually, Roxanne looked very good on top of him, her hair in a wild halo around her head, her breasts right there for him to touch, and the soft heat of her pressed against him where her legs were spread.

The sight alone helped remove any unpleasant feelings he had about the position, and he inclined his head after a moment, nodding. “It’s okay,” he confirmed.

Her answering smile was brilliant, and he watched as she made herself more comfortable, nearly sitting on his hard cock where it was curved up towards his stomach.

She held his gaze as she planted her hands on his chest and used the leverage to raise herself up enough that she could grind on him properly, dragging that wet heat along the length of his erection.

Aedian groaned and swore in an undertone at the way that felt. The way her skin was so soft and silky, the way her wetness left a warm trail that cooled slightly when she slid away, offering a different sensation. It felt amazing, and he lifted his hands to grip her hips, pulling her down hard as he lifted his hips to grind with her.

“
God,
” she groaned, and he could feel his cock rubbing against her clit.

They moved together like that for long minutes, breathing harshly in the otherwise quiet room, Roxanne letting out those delicious whimpers ever so often as their movements got faster and more erratic.

Aedian didn’t want to come like this, though. He wanted to be buried inside of her. He wanted to thrust into her body, and bring her to her climax like that.

So he lifted her up more with his grip on her hips. “Ride me,” he murmured, eyes dark.

Roxanne was flushed and she panted, reaching up to swipe hair out of her face. “I’d love to,” she said, and reached down to grip his cock.

It was always so hot to see her hand wrapped around him like that, and even hotter to watch her sink down onto him, each inch of his cock disappearing into her willing body.

It would be harder for her at this angle, so he didn’t rush her, just watched as she took him in, delighted by the sounds she made and the way her body trembled with need.

For all their differences and differences of opinion, she wanted him, and he wanted her, and their bodies seemed to fit together in an odd sort of way that shouldn’t make sense, but somehow did. And Aedian wasn’t going to question it. Not when she was fully seated on his cock, and he was sheathed in that incredible heat, feeling her walls tighten around him.

Neither of them moved for a long moment, both adjusting to the sensations that were currently coursing through them. Aedian could feel that heat pooling in the center of his belly, growing outward to warm his limbs and sweep him up in the feeling of delicious pleasure.

And then Roxanne started to move. With her on top, she was in a position to be more in control of the movements, and Aedian groaned at the slow pace she was setting.

She raised and lowered herself on his cock with agonizing slowness, letting him feel every bit of her against him. It was affecting her as well if her moans were to be believed, and her fingers curled inwards where they were pressed against his chest, fingernails biting into the skin with little pinpricks of slight pain that only added to the whole thing.

He growled, his own clawed fingers gripping her hips and urging her into a faster rhythm before he exploded.

She giggled breathlessly and allowed it, moving her hips faster as she rode him. They moved and swayed in an undulating motion that kept the contact between them, and she moaned his name softly.

He’d never been quite so affected by the way his name sounded when it was said like that, but he had the urge to flip them over and pound into her until they both found their completions in each other.

But it was a mark of how much he was trying that he didn’t do that. He let her keep her control, let her keep her pace now that it wasn’t going to drive him insane, and he watched her, eyes fixed on her face, on the way her breasts moved with the rest of her body, the way she seemed in control and at ease like this.

It was breathtaking, and all at once Aedian could see how someone like her could be his equal.

Their bodies met again and again as they both lifted and pushed into the motions, gasps and groans and the occasional growl filling the air. It wasn’t the hard and fast joining that Aedian was used to, more a meeting of pleasures, and he liked it. It was soft and gentle, and he
liked
it. Honestly, before all of this was said and done he was going to have a crisis if things kept changing like this.