Her Mate's Secret Baby:Interstellar Brides, Book 9(8)

"This is Mirana, an oasis. It was discovered thousands of years ago and  was how people survived when crossing the desert. There were no  transport stations and so the nomads walked and sought shelter here.  Water. Sustenance."

"We have such places as well," she commented, touching a large leaf. I  was not an expert on foliage, for trees were rare, but I knew none were  poisonous and I doubted she would pick one and eat it. Although, she was  from Earth and I didn't know their customs or plant life. I'd have to  watch her closely, or perhaps distract her from the possibility with  more carnal possibilities.

"For this area, it is. It is also protected from misuse, for we have dug  wells deep into the ground and are able to transport in food and  supplies." I stopped at the large pool, let go of her hand. "Today, it  belongs to us."

"Us?" she wondered, wandering about, taking it all in.

She was so lovely in her curiosity. She wasn't fearful of Trion, of me, and for that I was thankful.

"You and me. No one will enter Mirana but us. It is ours until the suns rise tomorrow."

"Suns? Earth only has one." Tilting her chin back, she looked up at the sky. "I don't see them."

"It would hurt your eyes if you did. That is why it is so warm, why  Mirana is such a treat, for it is cool within. We have two moons, as  well. Tonight, when the stars are thick, you will see them." I held out  my hand.

"Come, it is time to bathe."

After the exam, I had been patient and relaxed. No longer. She was at  the pool where we could bathe and swim together, an outdoor rarity on  Trion. Alone. That meant she would be naked, wet and just for me.

She came around the pool and took my hand. Hers was so small, so  delicate I worried my needs would be too much for her. The lusty way she  came on the probe made me think she was much stronger than I originally  assumed, and for that I was thankful. By dawn, I would have her so many  different ways, none of them tame or meant to ease her into the life as  my mate, for I would not hold back this night. I would not allow her to  be tame; I wanted her wild and uninhibited. I hoped she was strong,  mentally as well as physically. Being mate to a councilor would not be  easy either, as there would be many demands on our time. Moments like  this, when we were truly alone, would be few and far between.

But not now. Not today. Today she was all mine and mine alone. No one to hear. No one to see.

I pushed the robe off her shoulders and it slid down her body to the  verdant ground. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her, her skin  glowing with the soft natural light. The sight of the disks dangling  from the chain made me hard. Too hard for the confines of my pants, so I  stripped quickly.         

     



 

Her eyes flared wide at seeing me bare. I didn't know how Earth males  were formed, but Trions were large, over a head taller than Natalie.  While she was fair of hair and skin, I was olive toned, my skin tanned  by the sun. My dark hair was not just on my head and face, but a  smattering spread across my chest and down to my navel, then lower to  the thatch at the base of my erect cock.

I wasn't soft or very attractive, my body well muscled and hard. My cock  was more a club than member and I worried for a brief moment Natalie  would find me unappealing. When her cheeks flushed and her nipples  hardened before my eyes, I exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I'd been  holding. Since when had I ever cared what someone thought?

Since I'd taken a mate.

"Are all Trion males like you?" she asked, staring at my cock, which made it pulse involuntarily.

"Like me how?"

"Big. Um …  huge."

I looked down at myself curiously. I looked like a typical Trion warrior.

"What are males like on Earth?" I asked, then waved my hand in the air.  "Never mind. I don't want to know about any other cocks you've seen …   or-"

At the direction of my thoughts I saw red. No one should touch Natalie but me.

She smiled at me, stepped closer, put her hand on my chest. "I am not a virgin."

I growled then. I couldn't help it.

"I can't change my past. But know this," she added, moving her hand down  my belly, then lower still, to grip me. My hips bucked into her hold.  "He was nothing like this. He had a pencil dick in comparison and didn't  know how to use it."

She tilted her head back and looked at me, met my eyes with her pale ones.

In this moment, I was at her mercy. Completely, totally. I could start  wars with her hand around my cock. If I had any brain function left, I  would ask her what a pencil dick was.

"You do know how to use it, don't you?" she murmured, sliding her hand up to swipe the drop of pre-cum from the tip.

No, she was not tame at all.

"Earth female, you are too tempting. I was going to bathe you first,  ease you into the hard fucking I will give you, for you are new to Trion  ways, but not now."





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Natalie





One minute I was standing before Roark, my hand boldly on his cock, the  next I was on my back staring up at the thick foliage of the oasis. His  hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and playing with  them, brushing his thumbs over the nipples, bumping the small rings.

I wasn't sure if it was Roark that made them so sensitive or if it was  the rings. I didn't care, just arched my back into his palms wanting  more. As soon as I did so, he moved his hands lower, over my ribs, my  belly, my hips and then between. Not to touch my pussy. No, Roark seemed  to be hell-bent on making me suffer through exquisite pleasure. Pushing  my thighs apart, he settled between them, lowering himself so his head  hovered right above my core. Coming up on my elbows, I stared down my  body at him. Dark hair, serious gaze, well-placed hands.

"I can smell your arousal. Sweet and tangy. I can see it slip from you. It's time to taste."

When he lowered his head and I felt his tongue slide up the length of me, I cried out and gripped his hair.

"Oh my god."

My head fell back and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to his wicked  mouth. He flicked, he swirled, he slid, he sucked. Laved. Kissed.  Curtis had attempted it once, but had given up quickly, wanting his  turn, the selfish little shit. I never asked for oral after that,  knowing it wasn't his thing. But Roark, holy hell, eating me out was  definitely his thing. His tongue, his mouth, were so damn skilled that I  went from zero to sixty faster than ever in my life. Was it because I  was bare there or that he had a beard, or both? When he slipped a finger  into me and magically curled it, I came.

My body shuddered and I closed my thighs around his head, holding him right where he was.

"That's …  oh shit, you found my G-spot." I crooned when he prolonged the  pleasure with a little twist or nudge somewhere that had eluded  everyone. Until now.

Sweat bloomed on my skin. Every nerve ending came alive. I could feel  the soft robe beneath my back, the muscles of his shoulders against my  thighs, his hand on my hip holding me down, the weight of the chain on  my belly, the little rings through my nipples.

Roark sat back on his heels, used the back of his hand to wipe his  mouth, yet his beard still glistened. Oh my, that was from me. I'd never  been so wet before, so eager. His cock jutted up and toward me and I  licked my lips. I wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to feel him against my  tongue.

Coming up quickly, I tucked my legs beneath me and lowered my head. With  my hands on his thighs, the soft hair there silky and springy against  my palms, I leaned down and licked the broad crown of his massive cock. A  pearly drop of fluid seeped from the narrow slit and slid down.  Eagerly, I licked it up, tasting him for the first time.         

     



 

He hissed out a breath and his hips jerked. Glancing up at him through  my lashes, I saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed and filled  with lust, his hands were tight in fists and his belly was taut. Every  line of his body was tense as if waiting for my tongue to touch again.  Was he even breathing?

I felt powerful in that moment. Just a simple flick of my tongue and I'd  rendered him …  what? When I circled my tongue around the ridge of the  head, he growled. I felt it even in my palms on his thighs. I didn't  wait then, only took him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to  accommodate all of him.

Wow, he was big. I wouldn't be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I'd  have to be a porn star to take that monster, and down my throat? Not a  chance. But he tasted good, salty and pungent, and his scent was all  male. I couldn't resist his balls, the heavy weight of them in my palm  attested to his virility. That was all for me? No wonder I had to be  tested. I wasn't sure if it was going to fit.

All this flitted through my mind as I sucked on him, but a hand tangled in my hair, gripped tightly and pulled me back.

"I am the one in control, mate," Roark said. His eyes were black, his  jaw tight. The hand in my hair was not gentle, but I loved his show of  strength, of his power over me.