Kanda's Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2) (13 page)

I’ll gladly explore this
new world known as Kanda for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER

13

~ Kanda ~

♥

Each second of every day
draws me closer to Klimen.

I can’t escape the
magnetic draw I’ve had for him since I first saw him. When he takes
my hand in his much larger one, I shiver at the electrical arc that
flows through me. I know he feels it too. That makes me happy and a
bit horny. This guy keeps me in a constant state of
need.

I brush my hands down the
soft dark yellow rose dress I’m wearing. Clothes feel a bit odd now
that I’ve gone days in the nude. It’s not a bad feeling just a
strange one. I must be a nudist at heart.

Klimen takes my hand and
leads me from our quarters. I can’t believe we are leaving our
rooms. My heart is pounding as I hungrily take in all the details
of the craft we are using to fly through space. The corridor we are
walking down is an interesting mix of silvers and grays. The soft
glow of light coming from the orbs in the ceiling keeps the smooth
shiny walls from reflecting a blinding amount of light. Flood
lights would be a disaster in here.

The doors along the
corridor are the color of a stormy day and the floor reminds me of
a deep charcoal gray. The craft is extremely clean. I like
that.

The end of the corridor
opens into another one. Klimen leads me left. I look around and all
I see is the same color scheme and no other people.

“
How many people are on
this craft?” If I hadn’t been so absorbed in him I would have asked
that questions days age. Something about him makes me lose my
mind.

“
Thirteen in all. Ten
dagrinians and three humans. Sometimes we have paying passengers,
but we don’t have any at this moment.”

The thought of paying for
a ride on a spacecraft would never have crossed my mind. It makes
business sense to let passengers pay for the fuel and depending on
the price maybe more than that. Humans are way behind when it comes
to universal space knowledge. My heart aches at the thought of
Rogan searching futilely for me. I know he’s still looking. I’d do
the same for him.

A spark of anger and
frustration heats my blood. The reason humans are so ignorant about
the world out here is because kidnapped humans never come back to
tell what happened to them. From the stories I’ve heard, some
humans must suspect aliens are real though. It’s possible that some
people have even seen a loved one taken. The feel of Klimen’s thumb
grazing my wrist keeps me from being mad at him. He didn’t take me
from Earth.

Klimen leads me into a
large room that is occupied by two people. I blink when I realize
that one is a blonde human female. She must be Megan.

Her pretty face lights up
when she sees me. I watch her leap to her feet and bounce a few
times. “Look, Hilam. Klimen has brought Kanda out of hiding.” Her
short blue dress flares out as she hurries toward me.

“
Hi, I’m Megan. I’m sooo
excited to meet you.” She gives Klimen the stink eye and then looks
me over. “You’re looking very good. I wanted to check on you the
day you arrived but the guys refused to let me see you. I’m still a
little mad about that, but now that you’re out and about I’ll get
over it.”

“
She’s not out for long,
little human. This is just a trial run,” Klimen says in his
pointblank way.

Megan’s face crumbles.
“You don’t have to be so mean.” She looks over her shoulder at the
handsome mid-toned violet male. “Does he, Hilam?”

The male sighs as he
stands and comes over to us. His gaze is soft but his words are
not. “He’s not being mean. Klimen is just stating the facts. His
little human is not ready to be parted from him yet.”

Megan’s dark blonde brows
draw together and then she looks up at Klimen. “How much time do I
have with her?”

Hilam answers before
Klimen can. “Not long because when I go back to work you are coming
with me.”

Megan puts her fists on
her hips. “What? That’s not fair.”

“
It may not be fair, but
that is how it is,” Hilam says in a no-nonsense tone.

“
Fine but Kanda has to eat
at our table.” The cute blonde looks from male to male just daring
them to disagree.

“
Calm down, Megan. I’ll
bring Kanda to your table as soon as we get our food.”

Klimen releases my hand
and hugs Megan to him. He sniffs her neck and then releases her.
“I’m glad to see that you and Hilam are still getting along. Thank
you for the food. It was a nice gesture.”

I squeak when strong arms
circle my waist and I’m pulled against a hard body. A face presses
against my neck and the male inhales deeply before letting me go.
Shit, these males are bold. I turn and look up into ice blue
eyes.

“
You have been well mated,
little human,” he says as his eyes sparkle with life.

My cheeks heat at his
words and my core stirs with the beginnings of desire. Their
constant talk of sex and Klimen’s delicious scent keep me ready to
do the naughty all of the time.

Klimen wraps his arm
around my shoulders and pulls me in next to his firm body. “Kanda,
you remember Drandok?”

“
Yes.” I do but it is
still strange to be sniffed.

“
I’m glad to see that you
and Klimen have bonded so well,” Drandok says.

His strange wording leaves
me speechless. I’m relieved when Klimen leads me into the kitchen
area of the open room. He pours us some water and gets some plates
and utensils. A second later he plates us some food. It appears to
be some sort of casserole, a piece of fruit and something that
looks like cake. Megan must have been cooking today. It smells so
good that my stomach rumbles.

As promised, we sit at
Megan’s table. Her friendly smile makes me feel welcome. I realize
that cruising through space on a craft could be horrible if the
others around you were bitchy and jealous. Yes, I’d much rather
have friendly helpful people around me. Even the ones that like to
sniff females.

I settle and then lean in
toward Megan. “Thanks for the food you sent. It was very good.
Would you show me how to fix several of your recipes?” The more
knowledge you have the better off you’ll be. I firmly believe that
saying.

Megan smiles broadly and
lightly squeezes my forearm before picking up her eating utensil.
“I’d love to. We’ll have to see about getting together tomorrow. I
can show you how to do essential things. It’ll be fun.”

My stomach rumbles again.
Since the others are eating, I dig in. As usual the food is great.
I hope it won’t be hard to make. Cooking is not one of my top
skills. No, I’d rather be plotting the safest way to get what Rogan
and I need to survive. My mood sours at the thought of my best
mate.

I startle when my shoulder
is touched with a gentle hand. “Why are you frowning? You didn’t
get a bad bite of food, did you?” Megan asks in a horrified
tone.

“
No, nothing like that.
The food is wonderful. I was just thinking of my brother, Rogan.
He’s my best mate. I wish we could go back to Earth and get him.” I
can’t let it go. Rogan is my best mate. What if something bad
happens to him while he’s looking for me or because I’m not there
to help him?

Hilam puts his utensil on
his plate and looks at me. “It wouldn’t be logical to go to Earth
to search for someone who could be anywhere. He could be dead or
like you, he may have been beamed up and taken to another planet.”
A flash of sympathy darts through Hilam’s eyes. “Statistically,
beings that are beamed up usually die within a short amount of
time. Mostly from being eaten or from abuse. Although they can also
die when their kidnappers just don’t know how to take care of them.
As you can see, it would be pointless to go to Earth.”

I can’t help myself. I
just sit and stare at Hilam. The male stands and starts clearing
away his dishes as if he didn’t just basically tell me my brother
is probably dead.

Megan gives me a quick
hug. “Don’t mind him. Hilam is socially challenged. He doesn’t mean
any harm. I’m sure your brother is fine. How old is he?”

“
Eighteen,” I answer as I
watch Megan clear her dishes.

“
He should be okay then.
His life will change for sure, but our lives are always changing.”
Megan’s gaze moves to Hilam and then comes back to me. “Sometimes
those changes are hard at first, but they can be a very good thing.
Picture your brother living with a family that loves and needs him.
Picture him happy.”

I know she’s right. Since
I can’t go back for Rogan, I have to try and make peace with my new
life and his as well. I just don’t seem capable of that at this
time.

Megan pats my shoulder and
then looks over at Klimen. “Is it alright for me to show her how to
do some basic things tomorrow?”

I don’t like her having to
ask Klimen for such a small thing. This part of my new life
sucks.
If she can conform and be happy you
can too
, a soft voice whispers through my
heart. I look at Klimen and he smiles at me before nodding at
Megan. His smile makes my heart do a little flip. The mate is too
handsome to resist.

Megan’s eyes light up.
“Thank you, Klimen.”

“
Let’s go, sweet one,”
Hilam says to Megan. She hurries over and puts her dishes in what
appears to be a cleaner. That’s cool.

On her way to the door
Megan waves. “See you tomorrow…rrr on the next active cycle,
Kanda.”

She’s out of sight before
I can answer. My heart lightens at the thought of getting to talk
to her tomorrow—possibly without the blokes.

Drandok pushes his plate
away. From across the table his icy blue eyes look me over. “How
are you handling your new life, little human?”

I force myself to remember
that I’m just as much of an alien to him as he is to me. I have to
admit that his tone was inquisitive not snide.

“
I’m adjusting okay. I
miss my brother though. I know we can’t go look for him.” I’ve
heard it enough to know that we aren’t going to Earth. One day it
won’t hurt as much. I have to keep telling myself that.

Drandok reaches across the
table and puts his big hand over mine. “I know that makes you sad,
but we can’t go all that way to look for a person that may or may
not be there. You lost a brother and gained a lover and friend.
Life is ever changing.”

That is true and since the
day I completed those missions Klimen has been looking at me with
what seems to be respect and love in his eyes. I suddenly realize
that he hasn’t called me sesien min since then. Now he calls me by
my name or sweet star which is cute since he sees stars when he’s
at work and he makes me see stars when we do the naughty. I’m glad
I’m with Klimen. He’s a good mate and an excellent lover. Ohh, the
things he can do.

Drandok releases my hand
and gives me a gentle pat. As he settles back he grins and looks
over at Klimen. “She is cute when she gets all flushed. I wonder
what she’s thinking about that is bringing that pink tint to her
cheeks.” He brushes his chin with long strong fingers and his eyes
shine. “I think she’s recalling mating. Is that it, little human?”
His gaze cuts back to mine. “Are you thinking about how good
Klimen’s rospet feels when it latches onto your clit? About how wet
you get?”

Lust powers through my
core. Sex with Klimen is worth repeating as often as possible. I
look up at Klimen and see that intense look of what I think is love
mixed with hot passion. He is my new best mate. The part of me that
longs for a family is thrilled by that look.

Klimen growls softly as
his hand slides up my thigh pushing the yellow material up. His
finger dips into my wet slit and caresses my folds. As he explores
my flesh the pulse between my legs starts pounding out a carnal
beat.

Drandok grumbles when his
comm unit beeps. He stands and I can easily see his cock which is
tenting against his pants. “I’d love to watch you claim her openly,
but I have to go back to work.” He clears his dishes and I’m
vaguely aware of him heading out the door.

Klimen slides a thick
finger inside me and my hips buck against his hand. He slides a
second finger in and curls them. I’ll do anything for him.
Including have sex in public. He draws me like no other.

A shiver slides through me
when he nuzzles my neck. His free hand cups my breast and rolls my
nipple. I moan as my juices coat his fingers. His scent has changed
slightly. It’s stronger and more arousing. I glide my hand over his
pants and moan when I find his steely length. It’s flexing and
ready for action.