Alien Romance: Alien Heart (Scifi Paranormal Alien Abduction Invasion Cyborg Romance) (New Adult Mystery Adventure Shifter Warrior Short Stories) (61 page)

Tarik slid himself out of my mouth and gently set my head back on a pillow before switching places with Roland. Tarik filled me just as completely as Roland and he tilted my hips up, holding both of my legs open wide as he slid into me.

I had barely come down from my second orgasm when Tarik started pounding into me, pushing me towards yet another release. I took Roland into my mouth and tasted myself on his cock. That only added to the insane level of passion I was feeling. Roland wasn’t as gentle with me as Tarik was. He gripped my hair and thrust himself into my mouth as I sucked tightly around him, loving every second of it.

My sex clenched tight around Tarik and my back bowed as I fell from yet another climax, my body shuddering with the overwhelming sensations of it. Tears fell from the corners of my eyes from the back-to-back climaxes. Roland cried out as he held himself at the back of my throat. I swallowed around him and he called out my name as he shot his hot release into my mouth. Tarik came soon after I did and pulled out of me just in time to empty onto my belly.

Both Roland and Tarik took care of me afterward, cleaning me with a warm washcloth and dressing me in a large white t-shirt. I wasn’t sure whose it was though. It smelled like Tarik, but Roland brought it into the room.

Roland got into bed, pulling me into his arms while sitting up against the headboard. Tarik came back into the room shortly after with a bowl of fruit and a glass of juice.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Tarik said with a charming smile. He climbed into bed with us and actually started feeding me. I found it odd that this felt so completely natural. I was touched that they were being so gentle and caring with me, as if I were precious to them. My heart warmed to them that much more and I began to realize I had feelings for both Tarik and Roland.

“You guys are taking such good care of me,” I said shyly. They both looked at me as if that was what they were supposed to do.

“Of course we are Christina, you are mated to us now,” Tarik said as he fed me a slice of pineapple. As I chewed I wondered what he meant by saying that.

“You have an odd way of putting things sometimes,” I commented after I ate the pineapple.

Tarik glanced over at Roland they both took deep breaths.

“What is it?” I asked, wanting to know what the big secret was already.

“Do you remember what you saw last night? On our walk in the woods?” Tarik asked me, trying to jog my memory. I wondered if he was alluding to what I had tried to push out of my memory, mostly because it made no sense.

“I don’t know what I saw…” I said slowly, my eyes studying Tarik’s expression. He had stopped feeding me and was now very serious.

“You saw me turn into a white wolf and then run into the woods. That’s what you saw,” Tarik said, reminding me of exactly what happened.

The memory came back clearly. My eyes widened and I looked from Tarik to Roland and back again. They weren’t smiling; it wasn’t some sort of joke. They were
serious
.

“What?” I asked faintly and Roland’s arms tightened around me, as if I would faint at any second or take off running. I was already seriously considering the latter.

“We’re werewolves, Christina,” Roland said gently, and my jaw dropped in shock.

*****

“
What
!” I yelled, unable to control my reaction any further.

“Calm down, it isn’t as scary as you might think. It’s something we can control; we do run in packs though. Tarik is our pack’s alpha and I’m his second in command. We had to go that night because an enemy pack is trying to move in on our territory. We had to go and run them off. That’s why Tarik left you so abruptly,” Roland explained. Suddenly my view of the world expanded and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.

“You said…you said I’m
mated
to you guys now?” I asked, my voice was a little high-pitched with coming hysteria.

“Yes, last night I marked you with my scent and Roland couldn’t help himself today at your house. We completed the process of making you ours when we had sex,” said Tarik. I stared at him in disbelief.

“I don’t…this is all…this is all a bit much to take in right now,” I said, my voice sounding strangely detached. I needed water, and I also needed air.

“We realize that, but help us make it better for you. What do you want to know?” Tarik asked. I shook my head at him, already moving to get away from Roland and off of the bed.

“I don’t want to know anything else right now, I just…I need to go,” I said while finding pieces of my clothing around the room. My socks, boots, and bra were here. My panties were ripped to shreds, and I was sure Tarik had brought my sweater up to the room. I found it draped over the back of a chair facing the fireplace. I dressed quickly while Tarik and Roland watched me silently.

“Christina you don’t have to go, just let us explain,” Roland said, but I shook my head.

“No, I need to go, I have to think about this on my own,” I said.

Roland’s jaw flexed as he held in whatever else he wanted to say, and Tarik sighed.

“I’ll drive you home,” said Tarik. He stood and pulled on his clothes quickly before escorting me out of the room and to his truck, ever the gentleman.

We rode in silence and I stared sightlessly out of the window until I recognized that we were at the driveway of my house.

“Christina, please believe me, we never wanted to hurt you. Just…take the night to get past the shock and we’ll be back tomorrow to talk some more. You have us now, Roland and I…we’re yours. So whatever it is you’re afraid of, just know that we’ll try our hardest to fix it and make you happy,” said Tarik sincerely. I wanted nothing more than to get past the shock of everything and go home to him and Roland, but it was just too big to take in all at once.

Tarik walked me to my door, but didn’t come inside, sticking true to his word to give me time to digest it all.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and bent down to kiss me softly on the lips before walking slowly back to his car. Tarik looked out across the street for a moment, at the line of trees that led into a stretch of the surrounding forests, before he got into his truck and drove away.

I closed the front door and slid down to the ground, a massive sigh escaping my lips. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to digest it all. What I saw—Tarik
morphing
into a wolf—it was real. He was a werewolf, and so was Roland. Not only that, but they headed a
pack
of werewolves…and I was mated to both Tarik and Roland. How the hell did that make any sense?

I couldn’t deny though, that they had quickly worked their way into my heart and I felt this sense of…ownership towards them. They were…mine. Tarik said it himself. I couldn’t imagine them being with anyone else and I didn’t want them to. I shouldn’t have freaked out so badly back there. Also I probably should have taken at least
one
of their phone numbers. I sighed and stood up. Well maybe it would be best I just slept on it and started fresh with Tarik and Roland tomorrow.

I wanted to call Jess to ask her if she was mated with a werewolf now too. She did mention that her guy had been a part of Tarik and Roland’s pack. I just didn’t know how I would possibly bring up the fact that I had sex with two gorgeous werewolves if it turned out she was dating a completely normal guy.

Sighing, I decided to take a shower instead and maybe make myself some dinner, as it was getting late already. As I walked around my house, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I knew I was alone, but it felt as if the windows had eyes. Maybe it was my just being paranoid. Well, that coupled with the fact that my entire worldview had expanded to include beings that were supposed to only exist in scary stories and movies.

*****

I was just about to get dinner going when I heard a knock on the door. I went to open it and found two guys standing on the other side, just as tall and built as Tarik and Roland. That was where the resemblance ended though. They had menacing expressions and their stances were aggressive, as if they would pounce at any moment.

“Can I help you?” I asked. One had sandy blond hair and brown eyes, his features cold and angular; the other had a low buzz cut, his hair dark brown, and his eyes an unsettling dull blue color.

“Yes you can. Can you tell us where you got that scent of yours, it smells exactly like an Alpha and his Second,” the one with the buzz cut asked. His voice had a hard sarcastic edge to it that sent uneasy chills up my spine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sorry,” I said. I made to close the door on them, but the blond one’s arm shot out and stopped me from doing that.

“We think you do. Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not good to lie?” the buzz cut asked. Fear gripped my heart at the cold expression on his face. These were werewolves from that enemy pack Roland had told me about earlier. Only somehow they knew I was connected to Tarik and Roland, and now they were after me.

“How about we go on a trip, yeah?” buzz cut asked. The blond one grabbed me roughly and held me tightly by my arm. Buzz cut shut the door to my house and held onto my other arm.

I was in shock and didn’t know how to react at first. Once we made it down my porch steps, I started to try and pull out of their holds, but their grips on me only tightened.

“It’s best you don’t fight us, or it won’t go well for you,” buzz cut whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I shivered in revulsion and fought against the bile that rose in my throat. My neighborhood was small and relatively quiet; if I yelled someone would know something was wrong and call for help.

“Let me go!” I screamed and I pulled harder against their holds on me.

“You shouldn’t be so loud, I warned you,” buzz cut spat just before lifting his arm and backhanding me across my temple. The force of the blow was excruciating. My vision blurred and I had just enough time to scream again before he hit me a second time and I blacked out.

*****

I came to with a horrible headache. My hands were bound behind my back, and I was on a floor some place dark that smelled like the forest.

“She’s waking up, finally. I thought you killed her or something,” a deep voice said near me. I leaned away from the voice, and suddenly a cloth was pulled from my head. I had to squint at how bright it suddenly was in the room.

“Hey, hey, snap out of it! We need to ask you a few questions,” said a male voice. I recognized it as the voice of the guy with the buzz cut, the one who had kidnapped me.

I looked around at the barren space. It was a shack really. A dozen or so huge guys stood around the room, watching me.

“I don’t know anything, just let me go,” I said hoarsely. There was a collective rumble of laughter heard from around the room and I wanted nothing more than to be safe, at home, and oblivious about this world—not having to face it so starkly.

“I’d say you’re lying,
again
. You have Tarik and Roland’s scent all over you. It wouldn’t surprise me that those two decided to share a mate, they share just about everything else!”

More laughter from the surrounding group. I tried to control the fear that was slowly taking over. I couldn’t let it numb me. I had to think, I needed to get out of this situation in one piece.

“Where’s the pack’s den? I know for a fact you know that much at least,” buzz cut asked. I shook my head.

“I’ve never been to their…their den,” I said shakily. The guy’s nostrils flared and he growled.

“I don’t quite have patience for liars, tell us what we need to know and I won’t have to hurt you again,” he said menacingly. I cringed away from him, shrinking against the wall.

What I needed to do was buy some time.

*****

“What would you do with that information anyways?” I asked and he flashed me a toothy grin that was in no way friendly.

“Simply overrun their pack when they least expect it. They are keen to your disappearance now and poor Tarik and Roland are running around with their tails caught between their legs searching for you. Their pack is split up, too, so we have the advantage. We’ll dwindle their numbers and push them out of
our
territory.”

The other wolves bristled with excitement and I wanted to slap this arrogant idiot. Who did he think he was anyway?

“Why would you need to know the location of their den if they aren’t even
there
?” I said. “It sounds to me they could be close to wherever we are now and
you
all would be the ones ambushed and eradicated.”

The smug look on the guys face disappeared and was instantly replaced by hot fury.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, you’re just a fucking
female
,” he said. He spat on my face before slapping me, hard. The blow burned and I could feel the warm trickle of blood that seeped out of my cheek where my skin was cut. “Tell me where their den is!” he screamed in my face, his pack bristled, standing up, their stances aggressive and threatening.

The alpha lifted his arm to slap me again when there was a loud crash and the sound of snarling and growling. The room broke out into bedlam as wolves crashed in through the wide barnyard door and started pulling people out by any exposed limbs.