Alien Tryst (4 page)

“Pancakes sound good.” He glanced at Eshe. He had to say
this, just in case. “I love you, Mom.” His voice broke.

He heard her suck in her breath. “Kane, you’re scaring me.
What’s going on?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow morning. Give my love to Dad
too.” He ended the call before the lump in his throat grew any bigger.

Silence stretched. Kane felt Eshe’s gaze on him yet he
couldn’t acknowledge her, couldn’t answer her questions, his emotions stark and
raw. He stared straight ahead, peering through the windshield at the winding
stretch of pavement before them. Fireflies danced by the roadside, seeking
their mates, searching for love.

“We’ll save her.” Eshe kneaded his leg, her fingers shaking.
She was in pain, a pain he’d inflicted by simply existing, yet she sought to
reassure him, to comfort him.

Kane spotted the motel he often frequented and he pulled the
Hummer into the parking lot. Gravel crunched under the tires. “We’re stopping
here.”

“We shouldn’t stop.” Eshe glanced in the passenger side
mirror. Moisture streamed down her pale cheeks and Kane’s stomach twisted. She
was crying. “A warrior will already be searching for me. The sooner we reach
your mother, the safer she’ll be.”

“We’re stopping,” Kane repeated, firm in his decision. He
grabbed the bag from the back. “Come on.” He exited the Hummer, striding to the
passenger side. The cool night air skimmed over his bare arms, the scent of
pine filling his nostrils.

Eshe opened the door and stared down at the ground.
Sunglasses shielded her eyes.
She’s wearing sunglasses at night.
Kane
snorted.
As though that’s not suspicious.

“You go ahead.” Eshe’s voice was weak. “I can’t.”

She couldn’t walk. That was how drained she was. “You should
have told me to pull over.” Kane glowered at her, enraged that she was in that
much pain, agony he could have prevented.

“Hold this.” He plunked the bag in her lap and scooped her
out of her seat. She weighed nothing and smelled delicious, her desire musky
and arousing.

“You don’t have to carry me,” Eshe protested, linking her
trembling fingers over his nape, her body shaking with agony.

My woman is too damn proud.
Kane kicked the door
shut, taking his anger out on his vehicle. “Do you sense any warriors?” he
demanded as he stomped toward the motel office.

Eshe turned her head to the left and to the right, breathing
deeply. “I don’t smell any
Orogones
.” She sniffed, that dainty, delicate
sound making his stomach clench. “An off-worlder was here though. Unknown
species.”

Great, there are more goddamn aliens.
He wrenched
open the door to the office. Martin, the owner, straightened behind the
reception desk. It didn’t matter when Kane arrived at the motel, the small, slight
man was always sitting in the same spot.

“Back again.” Martin smiled, revealing crooked yellow teeth.
“And with a guest.”

Eshe gazed at the man. “Off-worlder,” she whispered.

Martin is a Martian.
Kane reached for his space gun.

The man’s smile faded, his face losing all color. “It’s not
time for me to be transferred yet.” His voice squeaked. “I have a permit for
three more Earth months.

Kane aimed the gun at the alien, not giving a shit about
permits.

“Wait.” Eshe placed one of her hands on his arm, her soft
touch stopping him from blowing Martin to bits. “Tell anyone you saw us,” she
murmured, “and your permit will expire immediately.” She shook, her
heart-wrenching tremors alarming Kane.

“We need a room,” he demanded, shoving the space gun back
into the waistband of his pants.

“Of course. You can have your regular room.” The motel owner
tossed him a key. “And anything else you want. I won’t tell anyone you were
here.” A tic pulsed in his cheek. “I promise.” He held up his hands.

“I’m holding you to that promise.” Kane carried Eshe
outside. She stared over his shoulder, watching the alien.

“He’ll report us,” she advised. “We should leave now.” She
shuddered. “The warrior will find us.”

If they left she wouldn’t survive until the next stop. “I’ll
take that chance.” Kane strode toward their room. His woman’s health was now
his top priority.

I’m going to die.
Eshe stared up at the silver scar
under Kane’s chin. His touch eased her pain but her weakness remained. If they
didn’t join soon she wouldn’t survive much longer. She knew this in her
restless souls.

She had to save him, save his mother. “If I don’t make it—”

“You’re making it,” Kane rumbled. Wood cracked as he kicked
the motel door in.

“Place the red-and-blue tube in the injector,” she
instructed.

“Placing tubes in injectors is your job.” He slammed the
door shut and jammed a chair under the doorknob, using only one of his hands.
Her One was strong and resourceful, worthy of an
Orogone
mate.

“Press the muzzle to your mother’s bare skin.” Eshe ignored
his reply, determined to teach him how to save his beloved parent. “And pull
the trigger.” The heels of Kane’s military-style boots rang on the parquet
floor, his irritation with her palpable. “Count to ten and then transfer her.”

“I’ll transfer her. You inject her.” They entered a small
bathroom. Kane smacked his hand over a light switch and the tiny tiled space
was filled with a harsh brightness. Eshe blinked, her vision correcting
quickly.

“Get naked,” he instructed, shutting the bathroom door.
“We’re doing this in the shower.” He lowered her carefully, set his gun on the
sink, within arm’s reach, and pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing
endless tanned skin, defined muscle and even more scars.

A new type of heat filled Eshe, a bone-deep wanting. She
placed her sunglasses on the sink’s porcelain surface, stripped off her white
jacket and the remains of her white blouse, the fabric charred from her
Orogone
mark. Her gaze remained fixed on the male before her.

Kane bent over, his shoulders broad, his back marred with
silver stripes and circles, remnants of his warrior past. He removed his boots
and his black socks. Eshe swept her hands over the deep scar running down his
left side and he shuddered. “Undress, Eshe.” His deep voice curled her toes.

She discarded her remaining clothing without hesitation,
without thought. Bodies were simply shells, exchanged with each transfer, until
an
Orogone
joined with her One. She hadn’t fully appreciated their
wonders, had looked but not seen the beauty of the male human form.

Kane’s form was beautiful. He unzipped his pants and yanked
them downward, the fabric creating a puddle around his bare feet. His cock
sprang free, hard and long and thick, ready for joining.

Kane caught her wrist, giving her the connection she needed,
and he perused her naked physique, his gaze pausing on her breasts, her tight
nipples and her hair-covered mons. He breathed deeply, his chest rising and
falling, his abdominal muscles rippling, his cock bobbing.

“Am I sufficient?” she asked, suddenly shy and uncertain.
Orogones
mated with only one being, their joinings lasting lifetimes. Humans mated with
many, their joinings sometimes lasting less than one Earth day. As Kane
believed himself to be a human male in his prime, he must have had many
partners.

“You are more than sufficient, Eshe.” He pulled her to him,
her curves fitting into his angles, her softness into his strength. She leaned
against him, needing his support, her knees weak.

“You’re beautiful.” He brushed her hair away from her face.
Eshe trembled, relishing the contact, the press of his hardness against her
stomach, his heat and his scent. This might be their last encounter.

“If we had the time I’d love you properly.” Kane’s brown
eyes held regret. “Tease you.” He brushed his lips over hers and Eshe gasped,
not expecting his tenderness. “Savor you.” He nipped at her flesh and she
yelped.

“We don’t have the time.” He grasped her waist and lifted
her into the shower stall. “Turn around and place your hands flat on the wall.”
She obeyed him, wondering what he planned to do.

Kane reached around her, his chest pressed against her back,
his cock slid between her ass cheeks and he turned on the shower. Eshe shrieked
as the cold water hit her hot skin.

“The water might mask your scent,” he explained, rubbing his
hands up and down her braced arms. Steam hung in the air, partially concealing
them. “A warrior shouldn’t be able to see your laser light show in here.” He
chuckled, his lips vibrating against her shoulder.

Eshe curled her fingers, wishing to touch him.

Kane covered her hands with his. “Keep them on the wall,” he
ordered, forcing her to flatten her fingers. “If you touch me I’ll take you and
then we’ll be fucked. Literally.”

He wishes to join with me.
Eshe glanced over her
right shoulder, saw the desire in his brown eyes, and her need for him spiraled
higher.

“If we join fully, the warrior will transfer both of us.”
She swayed against him, seeking more connection, more of his strength. “You
won’t be able to save your mother.”

Kane groaned in her ear and wrapped one arm around her
waist, holding her upright. “We are saving my mother.” He grazed his teeth
along her skin, sending waves of sensation over her wet body. “Together.”

Eshe said nothing. Very few off-worlders could outrun an
Orogone
warrior.

“First, I’ll please you.” Kane skimmed his free hand over
her stomach, threaded his fingers through her private hair, dipped his
fingertips into her heat. Eshe jerked, the contact too intense, too right.

“Easy,” Kane murmured into her ear, his lips humming against
her skin. “I’ll give you what you need.” He circled her clit, winding her
desire around her.

Eshe panted, close to coming, her body primed from hours of
wanting him, of craving his rough fingers, his calloused caresses. Once she
reached satisfaction she’d feel better, more rational, more herself.

Kane plunged two fingers deep into her and she cried out,
the fullness sublime. “That’s it.” The approval in his voice warmed her.
“Clench me with your tight little pussy.” He worked her hard, not allowing her
a moment to recover.

Eshe obeyed her One, squeezing him with her inner walls,
increasing the delightful friction. Her arms and legs trembled, her grip on the
wall intensifying. She was feeble yet needy, not strong enough to stand on her
own yet unable to remain still.

“Kane.” She swiveled her hips, grinding into his hand, into
him, teasing his hard cock with her ass cheeks. “I need.” Never in her long
lifetime had she needed anything, anyone this much.

“I know what you need.” Kane thrust his fingers in and out
of her pussy, driving Eshe ruthlessly toward fulfillment. Droplets of water
danced upon her sizzling skin, evaporating within seconds of contact. Her souls
pushed and prodded, struggling to be free, to join with her destined male, with
Kane.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He nuzzled against her neck. “Hot
and wild and perfect.” He added a third finger, stretching her to the point of
delicious pain.

A high keening sound came from Eshe’s throat and she shook,
held upright by Kane’s arm, her knees as liquid as the water flowing over her.
“Can’t stop.” She shook her head, the tension inside her too much, her lungs
and chest aching.

“Don’t stop.” Kane filled her with his fingers. “Come for
me.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb.

She broke, bucking backward, screaming. Her souls surged out
of her, bursting from her body, freed for the duration of her climax, the room
blasted with color and light. Kane clasped her securely as she thrashed, waves
of pleasure sweeping over her, restoring some of her energy, easing her agony.

The tremors decreased and she leaned forward, pressing her
forehead against the tiles, the water flowing over her hair and back, cooling
her. Kane folded his muscular physique over her curves, and both of her souls
returned to her body.

She hadn’t joined with Kane, her One. Eshe’s shoulders
slumped. She remained incomplete, less than. The pain already returned, fogging
her thinking, reminding her that death was close, her time limited.

“Do you feel better?” Kane asked, his voice low and deep.

“I feel better.” This wasn’t a lie. Her strength wasn’t
fully recovered but she did feel better. “We should leave before a warrior
locates me.”

“We’ll leave,” Kane assured her, savoring his alien woman’s
curves. “After you come for me again.” He cupped her breasts, her nipples taut
against his palms. “I need you to be at full strength, Eshe.”

She inhaled sharply, her responsiveness exciting him. “How
did you know I wasn’t fully healed?” Eshe turned her head, gazing over her shoulder,
her eyes wide.

Kane couldn’t answer her question. She hadn’t wrinkled her
nose, hadn’t told him. He had no idea how he’d known.

“Some
Orogones
have that connection with their
prospective Ones,” Eshe relayed, wonder softening her voice. “It’s very rare.”
Her lips parted, lips she’d earlier wrapped around his shaft.

He wanted her. Again. Always. “I’m more human than
Orogone
.”
Kane drove his hips forward, pressing his hard cock between her ass cheeks,
needing to feel her heat, her supple skin against his.

“You are my One.” Eshe moved backward, meeting him halfway.

I’m her One. I belong. I fit.
“Bend over.” Kane
placed one of his hands between her shoulder blades and gently pushed downward.
Water ran along her spine and he followed its path with his tongue, tasting
salt and warm woman, an intoxicating combination.

“Spread your legs for me.” He slid his feet between hers,
forcing Eshe to widen her stance, to open to him, giving him access to all of
her. Her pretty pussy glistened with her juices.

He licked his lips. “Do you taste as delicious as you
smell?” Kane inhaled deeply, dragging air through his nostrils, her musk
tormenting him.

“I don’t know.” Her cheeks turned an adorable pink.

“You’ve never tasted yourself, Eshe?” Kane clucked his
tongue, amused by his virgin’s shyness. “What happened to your scientific
curiosity?” He swiped his fingertips along her feminine folds and she quivered.
“We’ll rectify this deficiency right now.” He held his fingers in front of her.
“Suck.”

She hesitated, her flame-lit gaze meeting his, and Kane
leveled his sternest glance on his strong female. She sighed, closed her lips
around his fingertips and sucked, the tug felt down to his toes.

His chest heated, her obedience pleasing him. “How do you
taste?”

“Sweet but not as good as you do.” Her golden eyelashes
fluttered.

Kane circled her clit and Eshe squirmed, rubbing her thighs
together, smooth skin sliding over smooth skin. “I’ll judge that for myself.”
He lowered his hands, wetting his fingertips. Eshe arched her back, taking him
deeper inside her.

Kane removed his hand and sucked on his fingers.
She
tastes as sweet as golden honey.
“You’re delicious.” He groaned, her flavor
bursting on his tongue. “I want to drink you dry.”

“I want your cock.” She swiveled her hips, grinding into
him. “Inside me.”

He gritted his teeth, tempted, so very tempted to take her,
to feel her heat all around him. “I’ll give you my cock.” Kane glided his shaft
along her softness, fucking her without entry.

Home
, his mind whispered. He rocked against her,
angling his tip to tease her clit, and Eshe swayed with him, chasing his cock.
The lights shone on her golden hair and pale skin. She was beautiful, pure,
his.

“Harder,” Eshe urged, her fingers splaying over the white
tile.

Kane chuckled, unable to contain his joy. She was wild, his
woman. He thrust harder, smacking his hips against her ass cheeks. The sound
echoed in the small space, meshing with her erotic panting, with his harsh
grunts.

Their bodies collided and then moved apart, their tempo intensifying.
Kane was surrounded by moisture. Cold water from the showerhead fell on his
chest and shoulders, a thousand droplets touching him. Steam hung in the air.
Eshe’s pussy juices covered his shaft, slicking his skin. A bead of pre-cum
formed on his tip.

“More,” his insatiable woman moaned. Her ass was pink and
her legs shook.

The flimsy hold he had on his control snapped and Kane drove
against Eshe with everything he had, his only thought to please her, to make
her come, to hear his name on her lips. Her body swayed with the impact, a sexy
humming sound coming from deep in her throat.

Kane had never been this lost before, all of his restraint
shredded. With any other woman his savage lust would be dangerous. Eshe, his
alien lover, embraced his primitive nature, matching his strength, his
ferocity.

He bent over her smaller form, rubbing his chest against her
back, teasing her shoulder with his teeth. Her body rippled, as fluid as a fine
piece of silk ribbon. Kane stroked over her mons. Her hair was fine, soft. He
found her clit, teased her.

The pitch of Eshe’s humming increased and she squirmed,
trying to escape him. He tightened his grip on her, restricting her movements.
She whimpered and he grinned. She was close, as he was, his balls aching and
his mind spinning.

“Kane?” A tremor rolled over her, shaking them both.

Kane clenched his jaw, seeking to delay his release, an
impossible task doomed to failure as he was no longer alone, a man without
equal. Eshe ravished him as he ravished her. She was his counterpart, his soul
mate, his, and he couldn’t hold back.

“Come for me,” he instructed, pulling away from her. “Come
now.” He thrust hard and roared, cum arcing from his cock head, splattering on
the tiled wall.

She screamed, bucking against him. The blue-and-red lights
burst from her chest, streaming around them, singeing him with heat.

Kane drove his hips forward three more times and staggered
backward, taking her with him. A wave of emotion swept over him, his legs
collapsed and they fell, Eshe landing in his lap.