Kanda's Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2) (6 page)

I swallow a bite of food
and then ask, “What’s your name? Mine is Kanda Oistin.” Do
dagrinians even have names? Since he didn’t ask me mine I have to
wonder.

“
I’m Klimen Trillobe. Now
finish your food, little human.”

Little human! Did he not
just hear my name? As I eat the surprisingly good food I wonder
about it. I touch my utensil to the flaky crust stuff. “What is
this?” I haven’t tried the last item on my plate yet. It looks like
some type of fruit.

“
That is what Hilam’s
human calls yomine casserole. The yellow and blue dot food is
called yomine. The fruit on your plate is called repon. Now eat. I
want you to be healthy.”

Augh. He is so pointblank
and he doesn’t give me any extra information. As I try the dull
orange fruit with the bright red inside his words click in my
brain. Hilam’s human.

I chew the fruit as fast
as possible without choking. It is sweet and right after I swallow
I feel a touch of heat on my tongue. “Is that supposed to be hot at
the end?” I don’t want to have my throat close up. It’s too hard to
breathe or ask questions with a closed throat.

“
Yes, little human. Now
finish up,” he orders.

I don’t like orders. They
just rub me the wrong way. “You said Hilam’s human made the
casserole. What’s her name? How long has she been onboard? Can I
meet her?”

He glances at my plate and
then at my mouth. I get the hint and take a bite. He leans back on
the golden couch and looks my nude body over. I inwardly shiver as
I recall what his body can do to mine. I may let him order me
around when it comes to doing the naughty.

Just when I think he’s not
going to answer me, he says, “Her name is Megan. She’s only been
here for a few cycles. You can meet her after you’ve gotten used to
being with me. Now finish up, little human.”

“
Okay, big alien,” I
retort before taking another bite of food. Two can play this
game.

He shakes his head. “You
are the alien here. Get used to it.” Pointblank bastard.

I finish up and put my
plate in the sink. “Am I supposed to wash these or do you have a
non-alien maid that comes in and does that?” Yeah, being considered
an alien is a touch painful and extremely strange. Will I ever fit
in here?

“
Yes, you can clean them
up in a bit. Right now I need to show you the items I brought you.”
He heads over to the cleansing room.

I follow and watch him
open one of the small ebony cabinets. “When did you get them?” I
ask as I wonder what the items are.

“
While you were in your
resting cycle.” He stands back and points to a drawer in the
cabinet. “Let me know when you’re close to running out of
anything.”

I let his tone slip. I
think I’ll be doing that a lot. I look into the drawer and feminine
products, lacy undies, lotion, and a razor that looks more delicate
than the one secured to the wall under the mirror. I look at him
and then back at the undies. I decide to go for it.

Just as my fingers touch
the soft lace six purple fingers wrap around my wrist. “Those are
only for when you menstruate. I like easy access to what is
mine.”

What is his! The bastard.
Humph. Since he paid for me I guess he could say I belong to
him.

He is taking good care of
you
, a gentle voice whispers through my
mind. That is true. Things could be much worse. I need to get used
to my new station in life. Or do I?

As I follow him out of the
cleansing room, I say, “You know it might be cheaper to take me
back to Earth. I am a part of a team, you know. My best mate,
Rogan, has to be worried about me. He has to be looking for me. I
really need to go back home. So does Niya. She’s part of a tribe,
you know?”

I squeal like a spooked
child when he turns dark eyes on me and pushes me up against the
cool silver wall of the living room. The intensity of his gaze has
my heart pounding and my body trembling.

“
You can never go
back.”

His dark tone has fear and
anger swimming around in my veins. I don’t like his answer at
all.

~ Klimen ~

She is not going
anywhere.

The possessive streak she
brings out in me is surprising and unwanted. I like variety. Right
now, she is the flavor I crave.

Her heart is beating
wildly. I don’t want to scare her, but I have to let her know how
it’s going to be.

A determined glint enters
her bright blue eyes. “Can’t we talk about it? Rogan needs me. We
are a team.”

The thought of her wanting
to go home to another male has my blood heating. “Who is
Rogan?”

Hope enters her eyes. She
has no idea how quickly I plan on smashing her dreams of going back
to an inferior human male. She is mine.

She takes a deep breath
and I notice the pulse in her neck slows. “Rogan is my rellie. He
needs me. We are a team. You are part of a team. Surely you can
understand that I have to go home.”

I’m the only team member
she’ll need from now on. “What is a rellie?”

“
My family. Rogan is my
little brother. He needs me.” Her sweet voice is pleading. I can’t
let it get to me.

“
How old is he?” I have no
intention of taking her back, but a soft unwanted part of me needs
to know how old her brother is.

Kanda places her small
hand on my chest as her eyes plead for help. “He’s eighteen. Now do
you see why I have to get back to him?”

Eighteen! He’s a young
man. “No, I don’t see the need for your return.” At her hurt look
something in my chest twists. “He is no longer a child. Rogan is a
young man. Just like you, he will have to accept the changes in his
life. This will make him stronger.”

She has to see the truth
of my words. Males need to be strong and capable of handling all
change. So do grown females.

“
You can’t be serious,”
she protests. A cute frown forms on her brow.

Being protective,
frowning, smiling, crying out in ecstasy—I like all sides of
her.

I sniff her neck and enjoy
my scent on her. I kiss the pulse on her neck and smile when she
shivers. I long to mate her, but now is not the time.

“
Your life is now
connected to mine, Kanda Oistin.” I give her a moment to process my
words. “You are my sesien min.”

“
What exactly is a sesien
min?” she asks with a touch of worry in her voice.

“
It means you are here for
my pleasure and my health. In return, I take care of your needs. It
is good for both of us.” Now she should understand her place and be
happy.

The little frown doesn’t
leave her brow. “So a sesien min is a sex-slave or a sex toy. What
happens when you get tired of me? Do you just pass me on to someone
else? Someone who is curious about doing the naughty with
me.”

“
There is no need to be so
dramatic. The males and females on a craft regularly see mating and
most of the time the males watching come as well. It is good for
everyone. No secrets. No jealousy.” I smooth over the frown lines
between her dark red brows. “When I decide it’s time for us to part
ways, I will find you a new protector.”

There, she should be at
ease now. Although a strange part of me doesn’t like the idea of
ever getting rid of her. After we’ve mated a few more times I’m
sure the odd feeling will go away.

When her frown doesn’t go
away, I ask, “What is wrong?” Humans can be tough to
read.

“
I don’t like being
thought of as a sex toy. I have a brain, you know?” Blue flames
practically shoot from her eyes. I like it.

She struggles so I take
her to the couch and sit with her in my lap. “Don’t be mad, little
human. Being a sesien min is an important job and it’s one that can
bring great pleasure.” I cup her face and stare into her eyes.
“This life is better than being eaten by a towpeg or becoming the
slave of a vicious finkinian. Here you will be well cared for. Do
you understand me, Kanda?”

At her slight nod, I press
her head against my chest and let her breath in my calming scent. I
admit that smelling myself on her makes me feel better as well.
With time she will become comfortable in her new home—in her new
life.

She takes a shuddering
breath. My heart aches for her. “How long do I have before you
don’t want me anymore?”

The quiver in her voice
raises my protective side. “Not for an extremely long time.” As I
stroke her soft hair and relish the feel of her in my arms, I worry
about how quickly she is getting under my skin and my unnatural
reaction to her.

CHAPTER

7

~ Kanda ~

♥

A beeping comes from the
wide dark band around Klimen’s forearm. He stops looking at the
screen he was studying and presses a button on the band. He seems
to be reading something.

When a worried frown draws
his dark purple brows together my heart picks up its pace.
Something is wrong, I just know it.

For the last few hours
he’s been in his office acting like he has no intention of leaving.
Even though he is strange to me, I like having him around. His
presence comforts me. What he said is true. If any other alien had
bought me my life would have gone down a horrible path. I shudder
at the thought of all of those scary beings milling around the
sell-block.

When he stands, I get up
from the couch. “What’s wrong?”

“
Nothing for you to worry
about. I have to go to work for a little while. I want you to rest
while I’m gone.” He grabs me up and sniffs my neck. I inhale his
scent and a sense of calm soothes my nerves.

He releases me and puts on
a pair of sturdy black boots. No socks. I wonder about that but not
for long.

At the door he turns and
looks me over with approval in his eyes. “Rest. I’ll be back
soon.”

He leaves and then I hear
the muffled words, “Lock now.”

What? Did that alien
bastard just lock me in? I raise my hand and press the panel that
opens the door to the corridor. The door doesn’t open. That
rat.

Since the dishes are clean
and I’m locked in, I go to our bedroom and lay down on the silky
gold comforter. His scent makes me happy and pisses me off all at
the same time. One part of me is falling for him faster than I
thought ever possible and the other part of me is annoyed as hell
at him.

He is overbearingly to the
point. I’m his until he says otherwise. An insane part of me is
hurt that he doesn’t want me forever. I should be glad, but I’m
not. Augh. Why does he have to affect me so strongly? Ever since I
met him, Klimen Trillobe has dominated my thoughts and my life. I
long to wander around in the bush where I can think. How can I
think when I’m locked up in his quarters?

He locked you in to
protect you
, my inner voice whispers. I
guess it could be dangerous to wander around on an alien
spacecraft, I grudgingly admit to myself. My life is so messed up
right now.

I’m unnaturally attracted
to my temporary owner. All I can hope is that with time this
unwanted attraction will go away or I can find my way back to
Earth. That would work too.

I sit up in bed when I
feel the spacecraft descending. I clutch a gold and blue pillow to
my chest and hold my breath. My stomach tightens when I feel the
craft tremble slightly as it touches down.

Down where? Why are we
landing? Am I about to be replaced already? Could we be on Earth?
No, I don’t think so. Klimen was resolute about me not going back
there. The asshole.

When he’s done with me, he
should take me home. I shiver as I recall what his body can do to
mine. The way he can make me ache and then give me the sweetest
release. I don’t like the title he gave me. No, when
I’m
done with him, he
should take me home.

Will you ever be done with
him?
a voice deep within me whispers. The
pulse between my legs starts throbbing in need at the question and
my heart aches just a little.

He has me so twisted up
that I don’t know what to do or how I should behave. Society says I
should hate him, but my heart just can’t tag that emotion to him.
My foolish heart is falling for my alien owner and there is nothing
I can do to stop it. Guess I won’t be following the dictates of
society. I never liked society much anyway.