Her Alien Bodyguard: The Guards of Attala: Book One Page 6

  “I want your hands on me,” I say as I struggle to spread my thighs wider, eager to feel his touch there. Evidence of my lust is plain for him to see, slick on my thighs in the dim light, nearly dripping onto the chair below me. But he takes his time. Lifts my lower leg and kisses the sole of my foot. Massages my calf muscles. Strokes the skin of my thighs. It’s not what I expected; his touch is surprisingly gentle. I try to think of a ladylike way to tell him I’m done with the foreplay and ready for his strong hands on my aching pussy, but he sees my wanton thrusts against the air and anticipates my needs.

  I’m ready to jump in the deep end of the pool, but he’s content to play in the shallows. I want his fingers inside me, thrusting as he plays with my clit. Instead, he strokes my mons with the back of his hand and then runs his fingers through my curls. I let out an involuntary groan and he smiles.

  He lays his hands on the top of my thighs and reaches inward with his thumbs, spreading my pussy open for his viewing pleasure. He runs the pads of his thumbs up and down my outer labia, while I squirm under him. “Please,” I beg.

  “Please what?” He holds my folds apart with one hand and begins tracing a lazy path through my aching seam with his wet fingers.

  “Put your fingers inside me. I need to feel you there.” I reach for his hands but he bats me away with a playful smile.

  “Not yet, little love. Now behave, or I’ll be forced to restrain you.” The look in his eyes tells me he’s not joking. Kinky bastard. I move my hands to my breasts instead, tugging at my puckered nipples and enjoying the zings of pleasure that result.

  He turns his attention back to my aching pussy, playfully patting the area near my clit with the pads of his fingers. Attalan woman must have anatomy like ours, because he knows exactly what he’s doing. He finally slides a thick muscular finger into my wetness and I don’t bother trying to hold back the earthy moan I let out. The thumb of his other hand traces lazy circles around my throbbing clit as he continues pumping in and out of me. He slides a second finger inside and I love how I have to stretch to accommodate him. It’s almost uncomfortable, but it’s too damn good to stop. I push against his hand, trying to force him deeper inside me.

  “Come for me, beautiful girl.” The attack on my clit becomes more concentrated. He plucks at it, moves his fingers back and forth over it, and finally massages it with the pad of his thumb. I feel the pressure inside me threaten to burst as he thrusts inside me, pressing his fingers against the sensitive spot on the front of my passage with each push.

  I couldn’t stop it if I tried. And I can’t imagine why I would want to. Every muscle in my body tightens, from my curled toes to my clenched jaw, as the spasms of pleasure rip through me like a lightening strike. The pressure of it forces his fingers from my cunt, and when I can finally open my eyes a sliver, the sight of him feverishly licking me from his wet hand sends me into another fit of shivers.

  It takes a few moments to regain my senses and be anything more than a limp blob of flesh slumped on the chair. And then I start to giggle. Ever since college, I’ve always gotten the giggles after a particularly intense orgasm. And the one I just wrapped up now certainly takes the cake in that category.

  “Fuck,” I say as I resituate myself on my chair. I lean forward and look into his eyes, which, though happy, are still filled with the needful lust that shone in mine only moments ago. “I want to take care of you now.”

  “Take care of me? But, I’m not done with you yet, Diana. Not even close.” There’s a dangerous twinkle in his eye and he grasps my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I’m still so sensitive; I push my thighs together to close off access to my swollen pussy, but he won’t be denied. He easily snakes one arm between my thighs and wrenches them apart, his fingers grazing my super sensitive clit.

  “It’s too much,” I say. It’s not a false protest. I’ve always been a one and done kind of girl. Afraid of taking more than I deserved, of making a partner spend too much time on me, uncomfortable when too much attention is paid to me. Of pleasure I couldn’t justify.

  Not anymore.

  “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you have too much pleasure.” He rubs his face against my chest and pulls an engorged nipped into his eager mouth. He teases the tip with his tongue as he sucks and I feel his groans through my rib cage. He gently pinches my clit between the outer lips of my pussy and tugs in a rhythm that matches his mouth. That’s all it takes. I’m lost again.

  I throw my head back and a strangled cry forces its way out of my mouth. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s so fucking good. And I want him to feel the same. Once the aftershocks of pleasure subside and I have control of myself again, I turn to face him and straddle his lap. I reach between us and wrap my hand around his throbbing member. I can barely encircle his girth, so I add my second hand and jack him hard, giving a little twist of my wrist every time I reach the head of his dick.

  He grunts and humps against my hands with each stroke. I love seeing him so out of control. My fearsome warrior, brought to his knees by an Earth woman. So completely at my mercy. I look into his eyes; they’re heavy lidded with lust. Beads of sweat roll down his face and I lean forward and lick his jaw, savoring the salty taste of him. His chest heaves and his legs tremble. It makes me wonder what I could do to him with my mouth.

  But that’s a question for another time. He’s too close to make the switch now. I give his magnificent cock a few more pumps and he bellows as every muscle in his body tenses. Thick ropes of come fly into the air between us, like someone shook a bottle of champagne before they popped the cork. I open my mouth and extend my tongue, trying to catch a droplet of his sweetness. I slide one hand down to his heavy sac and massage his balls, trying to extend his orgasm for as long as possible.

  He pulls me close in a crushing embrace and caresses my lips with his own. I am so crazy for him right now. I’d do anything he asked. Give him anything he wanted. Run away with him forever. It’s just a fantasy, I know, but it’s one I just want to soak in right now.

  I turn to my side and relax against him, cradled in his giant lap, his softening cock pressing against the soft skin on the back of my thigh. I run my fingers through the springy hair peppered across his chest and press a chaste kiss against the skin there.

  “What happened today?” I whisper it against his warmth. “I mean, how is it possible? It was like I had dropped into your brain.” I’m confused and amazed at the same time. I gaze into his eyes. “And have you been able to do that to me? To poke around in my thoughts without me knowing.”

  He lazily strokes my hip. “That happens between mates among our people, as they grow closer.”

  “Does it happen often?” I lay my head against his shoulder and take in his scent. Like leather mixed with clean sweat.

  “Yes,” he says, “with time and practice. Once the match is consummated, it reaches its full potential. Attalan mates often communicate telepathically. It reinforces the bond and comes in handy more than you might imagine.”

  “And you’re sure you haven’t been able to read my thoughts?” I ask as he kisses my neck.

  He sounds sad when he answers. “I’m certain, Diana. You are resistant to the match. It closes you off from me. I can’t force myself in there. You have to let me in, and that can never happen.”

  “You certainly have a flair for the dramatic, for such a big, strong, relentless warrior.” I nuzzle the strong line of his jaw. “What if I decided maybe I want to stay? Once we complete our mission?”

  I expected more of a warm reception of this idea. But he’s decidedly quiet. My need to fill up silence kicks in. “It’s no great sacrifice. My parents died years ago, and I have no other family on Earth. My work has always been my life and there’s plenty I can contribute from here. I really can’t think of a better place for a scientist who specializes in winter exploration and-”

  “It can never happen.” His face turns to stone.

  Tears sting the ba
ck of my eyes and I blink them back. I’m shocked by the sense of disappointment I feel. My feelings for him have snuck up on me and are now stronger than I realized. “Because I’m from Earth?”

  “I’ve been a fool, Diana. I should have kept my feelings under control and not involved you.” He reaches down and lifts my chin, so that I’m forced to look him in the eyes. He says he can’t read my thoughts, but I feel like an open book before his frank gaze. “I can never truly be with you because of my oath.” I lay my head against his chest in disappointment as he explains. “When Attalans join the guard, we take a sacred oath to never lie with a woman again.” He tenderly kisses the top of my head. “I can never claim you as my mate,” he says simply.

  “That’s ridiculous,” I say. “Break the stupid oath, and come back to Earth with me.”

  “I’d give up my home to be with you a million times over, my darling. But the penalty for abandoning the guard is the same as the penalty for taking a woman. Death.”

  I’m at a loss for words.

  “That seems really harsh,” I finally say, and I know I sound like a blubbering mess as I whisper against his chest, but all this has caught me by surprise. The sudden strength of my feeling for him, along with the impossibility of our circumstances. “Why’d you have to join the stupid guard, anyway.”

  “Attala is a strict society. Rules and order are the only way to survive on such a lawless planet. And the rules in the city are strict. Every citizen must be useful and productive. There’s no room for nonconformance of any type.” I look up at him with a questioning gaze, encouraging him to go on. “Those who reach the age of 25 without claiming their mate are given an option. Either enter a service position, or be exiled outside of the city walls. Men without mates join the guard. Women without mates join the sisterhood, a group of healers cloistered away within the city.”

  “So they forced you into it?” I’m starting to get angry on his behalf.

  He gives me a gentle smile. “No, not really. I always wanted to be a member of the guard, ever since I was a small child.” He goes on, and his face takes on a plaintive expression as he relives those memories with me. “The warriors have always been revered members of society, even though they live outside of it. There was always this mythology around them. Their exhaustive training, legendary discipline, and godlike bravery. It was an enticing, exclusive profession and I knew I wanted to be a part of it.”

  “But what if a man isn’t suited to be a warrior? They can’t all be as strong as you are?”

  He chuckles. “I wasn’t like this before I joined the guard. Neither were any of the other men. There aren’t enough people in the city for the leaders to wait for the perfect soldiers to be born. So, instead, our government focused on making the perfect soldier.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Our technology may seem primitive to your naked eye. But that’s only because our scientists, engineers, and doctors forewent advancements in other areas to secure the city’s primary goal.”

  “Protection.” I’m finally catching on.

  He nods, solemnly. “On the day of admittance to the guard, after taking the oath and pledging service for life, each of us underwent a procedure to alter our genetics. It made us stronger and faster. Impervious to the cold. Enhanced all of our senses in order to protect our people.” He pauses, giving me time to absorb all this. But it’s too much. “The entire process was thought to suppress the mating instinct, but I can see now that was a falsehood.”

  “Maybe we’re just that special.” I wrap my arms around him tightly. “Are you sure this has never happened to another member of the guard before?

  “Not that I can remember…” His voice trails off and I’m convinced there’s more he wants to tell me. Something he wants to share. I look up at him, expectantly. “There is a tale,” he admits. “Talk of another, from an earlier time.” I start to feel a spark of hope, in spite of my better judgment.

  “Tell me,” I urge. He stands with me in his arm and carries me to his bed, depositing me in the thick furs and then sliding in beside me. I snake my arms around him as he pulls me close and buries his fingers in my long hair.

  We’re face to face, and his lips are almost touching mine as he continues. “The first leader of the guard to undergo genetic enhancement was Adox. Before that time, restrictions on leaving the guard were not so strict. It was still punished, mind you, but with banishment instead of execution. In those times, warriors lived within the city walls, so there was more of a temptation.”

  “I can only imagine,” I say.

  “Once the genetic enhancements were introduced, things changed. The procedure was carefully designed and studied, but our scientists still did not entirely understand all the ramifications. When the modifications of Adox were successful, the minister subjected all members of the guard to them. The scientists became increasingly worried about the possibility of one of the warriors defying the oath, banishment or not, and fathering a child. They couldn’t let that happen.”

  It’s cruel, but logical. “They didn’t know what the genetic modifications on the father’s side would lead to,” I say.

  “Correct. And they weren’t eager to find out.”

  “So they banished all the warriors from the city?”

  “Yes,” he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and continues. “They were exiled to hastily constructed barracks and outposts outside the wall, all over the countryside.”

  His story is making me sad. I want to think of something more pleasant. There has to be a silver lining somewhere. “Tell me about the Attalan woman who stole Adox’s heart,” I say.

  “She wasn’t Attalan at all. He had no problem dealing with temptation until he was on a reconnaissance mission in enemy territory, hundreds of miles from the city.” He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at me.

  “She was one of them? A member of the enemy tribe?”

  “No. She was a captive. From another planet. Far from home and cruelly mistreated. Adox took pity. He led a raid and rescued her. She had no other people of her own, so he brought her back to the outpost to live with the warriors.”

  “Did the leaders of the city know?”

  “Not until it was too late,” he says. “By the time they realized there was a woman among them, he was already madly in love with her. They demanded he turn her over, to live in the city.”

  “But he refused.” I’m starting to really get into this story. I really hope it has a happy ending.

  “Of course he refused. The leaders were furious. Adox received word of their plan: create a new batch of warriors on short notice, not with volunteers, but with conscripts from within the city walls, and turned up the genetic modifications a good 20 notches. They were going to overtake the outpost, massacre everyone within it as a warning, and reestablish leadership of the guard.”

  “I’m guessing it didn’t work out quite like that.”

  “No.” He dips his head and kisses my neck. “Adox fled with his mate, Lavina, into a self-imposed exile to save the rest of his men.”

  “They went into the cold by themselves?”

  “A few loyal men accompanied them.” His mouth ventures lower, to my breasts. “The rest remained at the outpost. A new leader was appointed to head the guard, and the penalty for a warrior who claimed his woman or abandoned his post was upped to execution. It’s been very effective at inspiring obedience.”

  I fun my fingers through his hair as he kisses me. “It makes me sad. Do you think he’s still out there?”

  “I do. There have long been rumors of exiles who survive outside the walls, and if anyone could survive, Adox could.”

  “So you can never love me?” I need to hear him say it out loud. Then, maybe, it will all be real.

  “I love you already, Diana. I just can’t physically claim you, not in the way that will complete our bond.”

  “Even though nobody would ever know.” I know I shouldn’t press the issue, but I ache
to feel him inside of me. Writhing underneath his muscular form as he pushes deep into me.

  “They would know, Diana. There’s no way I would be able to hide it from them.” It’s not what I wanted to hear. Not at all. “I doubt I could hide it from a blind man if you were to give yourself to me as my mate. Even now, they notice my attention to you. Only their loyalty to me prevents them from reporting back to the city.”

  “I’d never want you to get in trouble on account of me.” But, God help me, do I wish the two of us could get into trouble together.

  “That will not happen.” He takes me into his arms and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. “I may be playing with fire, but I’ve technically broken no rules through our interactions.”

  “Can I stay here tonight, and sleep next to you? It’s like having my own personal furnace.” After everything we’ve done, it’s strange that this is the request that should make me feel shy in front of him.

  “Of course,” he says wrapping his arms tightly around me as if he’ll never let me go. And in this moment, I don’t want him to let me go. I don’t know how someone’s feelings can change so drastically in such a short amount of time, but mine have. I’ve gone from wanting nothing more than to get away from him to wishing he could hold me like this forever.

  “And tomorrow?” I don’t know why I ask him. I know I’m not going to get the answer that I want.

  “Tomorrow we’ll tackle the mountains and figure out how to save your people.”

  NINE

  DIANA