Kanda's Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2) (8 page)

“
I had Hilam replicate a
few dresses for you. When we leave my quarters you are allowed to
wear a dress. Nothing else, do you understand?”

His tone is pointblank
again and it makes me want to slap him. But I don’t because that
would be rude, plus I want to look the dresses over. When he
continues to stare me down, I roll my eyes. “Yes, I get it. Naked
in here, dresses out there.” Sheesh, he can be an arse. I’m
startled when I see a gleam of humor in his eyes before he leaves
the closet. Maybe he’s not as emotionally distant as he seems on
the surface.

I pull out a sky blue
dress, a dark yellow rose one, and a sea green one with a sparkling
waistband. They are all soft, stretchy, and short. My core heats at
the thought of how easily Klimen can claim me in these
dresses.

When my stomach grumbles,
I put the dresses up and head into the kitchen. We eat in a
peaceful type of silence. At times, he is an easy mate to be
around.

After I lick the last of
the sindot juice from my fingers, I look up into his diamond eyes.
The color is that of the roiling ocean and the shape of his irises
never fails to amaze me. He has expressive eyes. Eyes I love to
watch darken as he comes.

Not wanting to fall for
his allure at the moment, I ask, “Do you have any living family?” A
vision of Rogan pops into my mind. I can’t stop worrying about
him.

“
Yes, Rylem is my brother.
He is the owner of your friend.” He slides me across the couch
until our bodies are touching. “You don’t have to worry about her.
Rylem will take good care of her.”

“
I can’t help it. I
naturally worry about her and my best mate. Rogan needs me.” Surely
he can see that we need to go back and get my brother. My own words
surprise me. After being here with Klimen, I don’t want to go back
to Earth. I do however want to see my brother.

Klimen takes my hand and
gives it a gently squeeze. “Earth is a long way from here and it’s
not on our course. We can’t go there. Trust Rogan to take care of
himself. What about your parents?”

I like the feel of his
fingers surrounding mine. They are comforting. Comforting is good.
I steel myself and then answer his question. “They died getting
food. It happened four years ago when I was eighteen. Rogan and I
were picking and eating berries from some bushes when our parents
went to some other bushes closer to the edge of a steep drop off.
The ground suddenly shifted and they just fell to their deaths. The
sound of their dying screams echoed in my dreams for over two
years. They also haunted Rogan. He’s been my best mate for as long
as I can remember. We are a team, don’t you see? We have to go back
for him.”

“
I’m sorry to hear about
your parents. I’m glad Rogan was your best mate for so many years,
but we can’t go back. He has to find a new best mate.” Klimen’s
eyes take on a wounded hazy look. “Rylem and I had to do it when
our best friend died on a mission. It was so senseless. A barpolian
thought Miglin was someone else and killed him in a rage. I was
seventeen and Rylem and Miglin were nineteen. It was supposed to be
a simple mission.” His gaze changes to one of determination. “You
have to let the past go. We all lose people and we all have to move
on.”

Pain spears through my
chest. I know he’s right. The dagrinians didn’t take me from Earth.
They saved me. I have to try to trust Rogan to take care of
himself. Just like Klimen, Rogan and I know the pain of loss and
the struggle of continuing on.

He gives me a soft kiss
and then hugs me tightly to his chest. “Now that you are away from
Earth’s damaging sun’s rays and toxic atmosphere you could live an
extremely long time. An Earth year is twelve moon cycle whereas a
Dagrin year is twenty moon cycles. One day I’ll show you Dagrin. My
parents are currently traveling. They are going to like
you.”

My heart skips a beat at
his last sentence. He wants me to meet his rellies! I’ll take that
as a good sign. I tilt my head so I can look into his handsome
face. “Are your rellies on a mission?”

He releases a chuckle.
“No, their mission days are behind them. They are retired mission
coordinators for a division of our government. Sometimes they help
train a promising government agent. It keeps them
going.”

It dawns on me that I
don’t know what he does on this spacecraft. “What is your
job?”

“
I’m a pilot plus I map
and control safe routes for missions,” he answers in his regular
straight to the point tone. No big ego involved, just plain
facts.

This time I like him being
so matter of fact. Then a new thought hits me. “If you are the
pilot, who is flying this craft? Do you need to leave?”

He chuckles and leans down
and plants a kiss on my lips before answering. “No need to worry.
Riflan and Malldrot are handling it for now. They know I have
important things to be doing. What did you do on Earth?”

“
We lived mostly in the
bush. I was trained to track all types of food—plants and animals.
I can also trade for a fair price. We had a small solar computer
that we used to keep us up to date on life and for entertainment.
It would stop working sometimes and Rogan would climb the tallest
tree to get it to work. He’s still working on his patience.” I’d
love the chance to watch him become a fully rounded grownup mate.
With effort I push the pain aside.

“
Where you’re concerned,
I’m still working on my patience. I want you all the time.” His
hand skims down my arm and comes back up to cup my
breast.

My core instantly heats
up. “I want you all the time too.” I moan when his fingers roll my
nipple and his lips graze my neck. Nobody but Klimen can fire such
strong desire within me. I eagerly straddle his lap and wish he was
naked. I rub my clit into his cloth covered erection. Need starts
pounding through my veins.

The beeping sound that
comes from the comm unit on his forearm band scares me half to
death. Klimen had my total focus. In the bush that can be a bad
thing. Looks like I have some work to do myself.

Klimen reads a message and
groans as he plants me on the couch and stands. “I have a few
things that need my attention. Let’s put this on hold until this
evening.”

“
Do I get to explore your
body tonight?” I really want to check this control freak out. He is
too delicious not to. I silently beg him to say yes.

He moans and drops his
head back for a moment. Then he looks at me with hungry eyes. “Yes,
but don’t push me too far. You may not like what you get,” he
warns.

I hold back a victory
dance but I fist pump the air when he turns and heads into his
office.

CHAPTER

9

~ Kanda ~

♥

Watching Klimen eat has
been a form of delicious torture.

He devours his food with
focus and appreciation. A bolt of electricity shoots around in my
lower belly when his intense focus turns to me. I know just how
persuasive and passionate he can be. That knowledge has my juices
flowing. I eat my last bite of fruit and slowly lick the stickiness
from my fingers.

His gaze narrows and
becomes even more intense as he watches me suck and lick my
fingers. I stare straight into his eyes and silently let him know
what I’m going to do to him.

Tonight he is mine to
explore, mine to taste, mine to devour.

As soon as my last finger
has been licked until it’s sticky-free and both of us are heated,
he takes our plates to the sink and deposits them into it. I watch
as he turns on his heel and rakes his heated gaze over my naked
body.

My nipples harden under
the power of his gaze. A small smile curls one corner of his mouth.
He starts stripping and once every glorious centimeter of him is
revealed he motions me to the bedroom.

“
Come, sesien
min.”

At his words, I only
falter for a moment. I don’t like being just a sesien min to him. I
breathe in his arousing scent and choose to ignore my station here.
Instead I choose to get pleasure where I can. Life is too short and
uncertain to not savor the gifts that are offered.

He climbs onto the bed and
props his back up with several of the gold and blue trimmed
pillows. I take it he intends to watch every moment of my
exploration. Having his total attention has excitement and lust
circulating through my veins.

I step up to the edge of
the bed and move his right foot out until his legs are spread wide.
The rich dark plum color of his balls adds a nice color pop to the
golden sheets they rest upon. The lighter tone of skin looks just
as good against the silky material.

With him spread out for me
as though he were an immense smoldering sex-servant I decide that
he is
my
sesien
min. Yes, he is here for my pleasure.

I boldly climb on the bed
right between his splayed legs. Running my hands over his thick
muscles, I thoroughly enjoy the ripple of his muscles and the feel
of his soft leg hairs caressing my palms.

He has a sprinkling of
purple hair on his chest, arms, and legs. I like his smooth pubic
area. It invites me to lick it, but I don’t. Not yet. I scoot up
and run my hands over his hips. When they jerk and his erection
thickens I lick my lips.

I glide my hands over
every dip and groove in his muscled arms and chest. The heat in his
eyes looks like the ocean churning. I can easily get lost in the
waves. Leaning forward I lick his corded neck and then inhale his
arousing scent. Liquid drips from my center. Preparing for
penetration.

As I roll one of his plum
colored nipples, I whisper, “Why do you smell so good to me? Why
does your scent arouse me like nothing else?” I don’t expect an
answer from my sesien min, but I get one.

“
A substance in our skin
naturally triggers this response to us from humans. The arousal
response means we are extremely compatible. That’s why you will
like the scent of other dagrinians but only be highly aroused by a
few.” He arches when I kiss his neck and twist his nipple. “I’m
glad we are compatible. Your arousal triggers mine making our
mating extremely pleasurable.”

I twist his nipple again
and the moan he releases fires my blood to a new level. Needing
more, I straddle his hips and rock into his rigid flesh. When he
tries to grab me, I put his hands over his head and hold them in
place. Those ocean waves in his eyes churn violently.

Slanting my mouth over
his, I urgently explore his mouth. The touching of our tongues
sends a zapping current straight between my legs. I rock harder
into his steely erection, but I only get a little
relief.

I debate guiding his
massive donger inside me but the low growl he releases says I might
not have the upper hand for long. Where is some rope when a sheila
needs it?

I pull my mouth from his
and stare into his stormy eyes. “This is my time, remember?” I long
to add
sesien min
to the end of that sentence, but I don’t. Instead I tighten
my grip on his wrists and press them into the golden
pillow.

Klimen releases a soft
growl. “For the time being. I can only be pushed so far, little
human.” He thrusts his hips upward causing me to shiver as his
steely flesh presses harder into the pearl between my spread
legs.

I press his hands down one
more time and then work my way down his body. I get stuck at his
nipples for a short while. The dark plum colored points trigger
sparks in my core when I rake my tongue over them.

At his low growl, I
continue my downward path. This time I don’t stop until I’m a
breath away from his dusky dark red crown. I run my fingertips
along the sides of his length and then rest my hands on his open
thighs. I love the way his muscles bunch under my touch. The
feeling is heady. I press his thighs a touch more open to let him
know I’m in charge. My clit pulses at the thought.

Another growl from him
lets me know I won’t be in charge forever. I glance up to make sure
his hands are still over his head. Yep, I want to tell him he’s
being a good sesien min, but I’m not dumb enough to do
that.

I inhale his scent. Down
here so close to his solid donger his aroma has my mouth watering.
I kiss and lick a path along the left side of his thick veined
erect flesh. His muscles flex under my tongue and he
groans.

Needing to fully taste
him, I lap up his dark plum shaft. The pulsing of his veins makes
my clit ache. His scent and flavor is so hedonistic that I shift my
body so I can grind my pussy against his firm leg. As I press into
him we both groan.