Alien Fae Mate (3 page)

M
y little scientist
was a determined genius who worked hard and didn’t complain about anything. She was always on time, and I could count on her to complete her projects. I loved that about her, even if she’d disobeyed me today. I knew she’d come to work like I knew she’d blush when I stepped closer, invading her bubble of space. With only a paper-thin distance between our bodies, I breathed long and deep to try to catch her scent. Raspberry and rose—a unique perfume she wore—and the smell of fake hair entered my lungs. I expected not to catch her scent. It was a mercy, since I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to control my hunger if I got a whiff of her. This red dress she was wearing today, with her little tits almost spilling out of it, was enough to torture me for the entire year.

I couldn’t mate my girl.

A mental slap.

I stepped back and cleared my throat. I didn’t need to lead her on any more than I already had been. I paraded naked for her every damn morning because I was a selfish prick and didn’t want her thinking about Dohan down the hall, and also because I knew she liked it. What was worse, I made her think it was normal fae male behavior.

“Do you want to lie down on the bed?” she asked, a little breathless.

The bed? I didn’t think so. “I’ll stand.” Another thing that made me a prick was the fact I had cameras trained on her while she worked. Some days she’d climb on my bed and play with her little shaved pussy. I shuddered just thinking about that pussy I wanted to stick anything my body could stick inside of it. Fingers, tongue, cock, my whole fucking fist. Of course, I didn’t even admit to myself why I’d made her work out of my private quarters in the first place. In the beginning, I’d messed around and flirted. I liked her enough, but really had more interest in her work than her. I’d fed her some bullshit. Until the first mating season, when I realized our souls had aligned for mating. But I couldn’t mate her. So now, I couldn’t do anything about it, because she believed everything I’d said then and she believed it now. I had to watch my mouth. I walked a thin line. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I liked this human.

She pressed the button to call the medic.

The medic responded. “Ihonis on duty, Titan.”

I placed my hand on top of hers and said to the medic, “Ignore the call.” Then I released the button. “Just get on with it. I don’t need a medic,” I told her. It wasn’t until she didn’t respond and kept staring at our hands that I realized I’d touched her for the first time since I’d recognized I wanted this girl for myself. That had been nearly two and a half years ago. Now I didn’t only touch her, my thumb brushed against hers as if I had no control over my body. I jerked my hand away, folded them both on top of my chest, and spread my legs wider so she could work. She shouldn’t be here.

Rain shook her head. “I’ll start from the bottom, then. Get that one out of the way.” She bent over the table and stretched her hand, reaching for her work tray. Because I was a horny asshole in mating heat who couldn’t have this sweet pussy, I leaned to the side to check out her ass. Immediately, I regretted it. Pale pretty ass cheeks. My brows furrowed, then lifted. Wait a minute; I didn’t think she wore knickers. Did she? I couldn’t see without making an ass of myself.
Mother of the fucking Fae.
I leaned back and took a deep breath.

Knickers. I liked the humans’ word knickers better than panties. It didn’t matter what I called it anyway. Either knickers or panties meant the same thing to my growing erection. Nothing to be done about it. My little Rain—whom I should stay away from—knelt on the floor. Her new hair brushed over her shoulders as she smiled up at me.

I blinked. That position would get her a mouthful of cock. Why in fuck’s name did I make her work on me here and not on the bed? I could’ve lain down and covered myself with the biggest fucking sheet on this ship. Only my leg would stick out in the open. Like this, she knelt with her pretty brown eyes staring right at me. I’d never known I was a masochist until I’d met her. I couldn’t have her because of my mating ritual, and a causal fling between us would be disastrous. I’d told her to stay at home. Damn it.

Rain smiled sweetly. In response, I growled, frustrated I couldn’t get a grip on myself. This mating season couldn’t come to an end soon enough. I pictured taking my cock and nestling it between those perky little tits. Down there, the bastard twitched, recognizing the woman and her pretty little tits he wanted to push between.

Rain palmed her laser pen.

She flicked it.

A sharp object sprang out.

Fuck that. On instinct, my cock twitched away. A four-inch sharp object near my cock? No way. I took a step back. “What is that?”

“A scalpel.”

“That’s not standard procedure. Use the laser.”

“This laser burns your skin. It’s calibrated for human grafts. Besides, I’m better with the scalpel than with the laser. Don’t worry, Mr. Tough Guy, I aim to fix you, not butcher you.”

I contemplated this. A fae female would’ve stabbed me for refusing to read her mating clues, and Rain threw around all kinds of clues. From the heels to the hair to the damn red dress. And knickers? I didn’t even want to think about the word knickers, which I’d learned on my trip to Great Britain. The only great thing about that place was knickers and lots of rain. Rain. Would she try to stab me? Had someone told her about fae females? It
was
mating time.

“You don’t trust me,” she said.

The spark in her expressive eyes dimmed.

I ground my teeth. I didn’t know shit about human females, which they call women, but I knew I didn’t like seeing this one upset. “Incorrect. Get on with it,” I said.

Rain placed a small round skin graft on top of my skin.

She aimed the scalpel to cut precisely around it. The blade sliced a thin, shallow cut. She paused for my reaction. I locked my hands behind my neck, gesturing that she should continue. As she circled with the sharp blade, I watched her mouth while she worked. A little tongue peeked between her lips. It did that often. It was sweet, and I’d tried the same tongue trick with my own work. When I stuck my tongue out while working, it helped me concentrate as well. Lots to learn from the Earthlings.

Rain tilted her head and looked up again. We locked eyes, and I registered emotion in hers. Sometimes I understood her feelings, and sometimes I didn’t, because she was an alien to me. Besides, humans’ eyes were an entry to their soul, though I tried not to dive too far into hers. Rain carried a pure soul, the main reason why I believed our souls had aligned. To torture me. A punishment for abandoning my home. A pure soul I wanted to explore and bond with mine but never would. The only thing I had going for me? A fae who’d found his mate was a faithful fae. Rain and I could dance around each other in celibacy all our lives. I didn’t have a problem with that. Before arriving in Earth’s space, we’d traveled without females onboard for decades.

“Yes?” I asked when she didn’t continue working on me.

“It’s in my way.” She pointed.

I fisted my cock and moved it away so it didn’t—accidentally, of course—slap her face. I stuck my damn tongue out as I concentrated on not stroking it. Or face-slapping her with it.
Yeah, that’d go well for me.

She peeled off my skin, leaving my gray flesh exposed.

“Where did you get the graft?” I asked. Down there on Earth, some human dude was walking around without a piece of skin on his leg or wherever on his body she got the graft from.

“Cross, my neighbor, tested as compatible,” she said. “I skinned him.” The grafts needed to be compatible and they had to be taken from the living and not from the dead. It had to do with our fae
snaga
, what the humans called magic. They liked to call it magic so we sounded like fairy-tale creatures. One of their psychologists had once told me it made them feel better knowing they lived alongside magical creatures, because the tales said the fae males were warm, fluffy princes on white horses. After my first Halloween on Earth, I’d concluded they were all crazy. So I let them call
snaga
whatever they wanted.

Knowledge of the Dark Fae’s death
snaga
wasn’t for everyone anyhow.

A
fter I’d worked
on Titan, I went on a short break before compiling a priority list of males whose grafts were oldest and nearly dysfunctional. I’d work on them after lunch. Which I would eat with Titan, something I normally didn’t do. Onboard the ship, I stayed in my alcove inside his quarters, where I ordered lunch and had it brought to me, per Titan, at one o’clock sharp. Today, before my lunchtime, I picked up both our lunches from the main kitchen and found Titan inside his office on the lower deck.

The door slid open, and, before he protested, I heeled my way to the other end of the office and placed a tray with our plates and drinks on his desk. Titan’s face registered surprise at seeing me here, but I smiled sweetly as if we shared a lunch every single day. I plopped my ass on his table, my dress sliding up my thigh while the wood under it warmed my cold skin. His eyes followed the dress. I brushed my hand over the seam and pushed it up higher on my hip.

He tilted his head, eyes on my bare thigh. “Is there a problem?”

“No, just thought I’d get your lunch.”

“Mm-hm. Thank you. Would you please have a seat on one of the seven chairs in my office?”

“You sit on
my
desk,” I said.

“I can do whatever I want inside my quarters with my employee onboard my ship.”

“Hm. Here I thought you didn’t want to do anything.”

“The chair, Rain.” His eyes snapped up.

“I’m good right here. At least I’m not naked. I have a dress while—”

“That is not a dress, it’s a glorified fig leaf.”

I shrugged, thinking tomorrow I’d wear a slightly longer one. I picked up his fork, stabbed a vegetable, and brought it to his lips. “Potato?”

He swatted the fork, and it flew against the wall. I picked it up, making sure I bent at the waist. Sitting back on his desk, I put the fork down and picked up mine. “You don’t like potatoes. Fine. Yours is dirty now, so we’ll have to share my fork.” I forked a piece. “Chicken?”

“I don’t share,” he said.

“You’re not hungry?”

“Starving.”

“So eat.”

Our wills battled, neither of us pretending this conversation was about the food. I’d brought it all out this mating season. It was my last effort, my last chance, and if he refused me, I’d have to leave for my own good. I didn’t want to leave. I loved my job. And my boss.

“Come here,” he said, and I leaned over the table.

A large hand cupped the back of my neck, and he brought our lips an inch apart. “Listen to me, little. You playing with me at this time of year is a bad idea.”

“I like playing.”

“You don’t know the game.”

“Sure I do.”

He swiped my lips with his tongue. Heat pooled in my belly when he closed his eyes at the taste of me, and then he was back with a soft kiss, a peck on my lips. But I wanted more. I pressed his lips with mine and pushed my tongue inside his mouth. He took it and bit down gently, then kept it between his teeth while flicking the end of my tongue with his. I’d never been kissed like this before, but I’d also never been with another fae. I let him do whatever the fae did.

His teeth let go, and he groaned. Our tongues swirled when he kissed me in earnest, his hand at the back of my neck, pulling my body toward his. I climbed over his desk and crawled on all fours to sit on his lap with my bare thighs rubbing over his rough jeans. I sat on him, and the buttons of his jeans hit my pussy. I kissed him back. I rocked and moaned into his mouth.

He tilted my head, and left my neck exposed.

He bit.

I yelped in surprise and felt pressure rise in the room. I looked around. The neon-blue lights surrounding the office glowed brighter. Titan was doing something. Was it his mating mojo? I didn’t dare hope, but I hoped anyway. The neon-blue lights encircling the office space blinked erratically, the walls groaned. Titan worked his power; he had to be doing this. I rocked on top of him, moaning at his taste. Wet and wanting, I rocked, ready to come on the cock he’d denied me. Shamelessly, I still rubbed on it anyway, because a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

I had to do Titan.

* * *

T
itan

R
ain didn’t wear
knickers to work. In the near future, I was gonna have to correct that, but right now I tried not to think about her wet pussy on my cock. I didn’t want to have to correct the knickers thing and didn’t want to think about the sweetest little pussy sliding back and forth on my cock. Briefly, I’d touched her soul with mine. A brush only to feel my girl a little as she enjoyed herself, and all the while, I sweated balls, thinking that if she moaned anymore, I’d have to let myself mate her. But I wouldn’t. I held
snaga
away from her, when all I wanted to do was wrap it around her little neck and end her life. Let the wraiths—our dead fae army—take her soul in the name of Titan’s mating.

And there it was. My truth. Bared. With her, all my power felt like a curse. My people weren’t Dark Fae because we were fluffy, warm, cuddly bastards. We carried
snaga
, and as the Titan of the Dark Fae, I carried it in death.

Rain moaned louder, bringing my thoughts back to now.

Her little tits were bigger today. I ran a thumb under her bra, and she slowed her pace. I knew why. She didn’t want me to know about the silicone in her bra, but I wasn’t an idiot. In any case, I didn’t give a shit about the size of her tits. If they were attached to her, I liked them.
Shit.
I rewarded my girl with a squeeze on her hip, and when I tried to move my hand away, she slapped hers on top of mine and said, “Stay.”

I couldn’t deny her this. It wasn’t right. It’d snuff out her confidence, and she didn’t have much of it left. A bleached blonde. I didn’t care if her hair was purple. Her face flushed red with pleasure, and the bottom lip she never bit or worried between her teeth pouted. When the flush intensified, the red color spreading from her face to her neck, I realized she was embarrassed and not pleased. Sometimes I read her alien emotions wrong, so I reflected. I’d been sitting here while she enticed me to fuck her. She thought I wasn’t interested. I couldn’t fuck her, but I wasn’t a total dick. On most days.

My fingers played over her hips, and when she didn’t move again and I saw how embarrassed she was, I gripped them both and guided her over the cock in my pants. She moaned again, and I smiled at her, encouraging her to continue. “Come here.” I wanted to kiss her again.

She bent and touched her lips to mine, and I loved the way her fingers played little spider legs in my hair as I moved her back and forth and she assaulted my mouth. So much passion inside her. I had to get her off. All this unsated passion walking around my ship with all the other fae motherfuckers wasn’t something I wanted for her.

“Oh, Titan,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m coming.”

She picked up her pace. A small wooden four-leaf clover pendant bounced on her chest. I couldn’t help it. I moved the dress under her left tit and stared at her little pale nipple. I didn’t suck it. I couldn’t, or I’d lose my shit, but I kissed the top of her breast when she came on my cock and told her that her tits were beautiful.