Authors: Julia Sexton
CHAPTER TEN
Ac’ver walked beside Ac’von as they entered the large reception hall. The room was a swirl of colors. Beside the numerous Blacks there were Red, Green, Yellow, Blue, White denizens ready to greet the new King and Queen of Rama.
“Ac’von, what do I do?” she whispered.
“Follow my lead and smile.”
He led her to a small podium. They mounted and the room gradually became quiet.
“The sky is truly beautiful,” Ac’von began. “I am honored, citizens of Rama, to begin my term. With my Queen, Ac’ver, we will carry on and sustain The Way. Today was a true test of The Way and all that it represents for peace on Rama…”
Ac’ver felt his body next to hers. As she smiled at the people in the room, she carried with her the heat they had generated in the room above. Her lips remembered the firm touch of his strong lips. She was tempted to bring her fingers up to her mouth to feel her lips.
His speech finished, Ac’von took her hand and led her to a table covered with exotic food, drink, and hundreds of flowers. He poured a beautiful, clear wine into two golden goblets. They toasted each other, sipping from the other’s goblet as they had at the arena. The crowded room erupted in applause and cheers. Even though she was among strangers on a planet that was completely new to her, she felt at ease standing with Ac’von.
“All are welcome,” Ac’von said. It must have been some kind of code for the formality being over. People flocked to the tables, groups formed to chat.
They spent the next two hours circulating. Ac’ver knew she would never remember all the names. She was proud of Ac’von. When she thought about it, she was proud of herself.
Her few weeks on Rama had taught her about her inner strength. But, she had also learned she was a natural leader teaching Ac’von and the others about the finesse of handling weapons.
She would never have believed any of this possible when she was standing in front of the antique store in Cherryvale and caught a glimpse of the most handsome man she had ever seen. Now she was his and he was hers.
She ruled a far planet she didn’t know existed just weeks before. She was learning a new language, new customs, and tonight was her first appearance as Queen.
All the same, after the anxiety of the Combat, Ac’von’s wound, and now this formal affair, she felt exhausted. Just when she thought the event would never end, The Arbiter came up to tell Ac’von that the official time was over. Ac’von nodded. The Arbiter mounted the podium. “Let us join together to wish beautiful sky to Ac’von and Ac’ver.”
Everyone raised their glasses and as one toasted, “Beautiful sky.”
Ac’von waved to everyone as he led Ac’ver out of the room.
In their room, as gently as Ac’von had placed the crown on her head, he lifted it off. His strong arms came around her pulling her against his body. She could smell it now, that intoxicating male scent.
Her head felt light after the long day and the wine she drank at the event.
Ac’von’s long fingers touched her chin. He lifted her face and bent to kiss her. His lips felt soft against hers, but the pressure was strong. His lips were moved with his presence, strong and demanding. Her lips parted. She felt her body grow warm as her womb throbbed with desire.
“Ac’ver, at last,” he whispered.
His lips pushed urgently. She pushed back and opened her lips. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth. He tasted sweet with the faint must of wine.
Overwhelmed by the day, she said with wonder, “I’m a queen.”
“Yes. You are my queen.”
He grabbed her again. His mouth was insistent now, his tongue rolling against her teeth. He put a finger to the side of her lips as he kissed. He pushed his finger inside her mouth. She wasn’t just warm now, she was hot. Her entire body tingled with his kiss and the thrust of his finger.
His other hand began stroking her chest, a thumb gliding over her nipple. She surged below. Desire made her breathless and her breathing changed to small pants.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, taking care to miss the wound from The Combat. She brought her hands back up and ran them over the hard muscle of his sculpted chest. Every touch made her fire burn. Just feeling him aroused intense pleasure.
He smiled and took her hand to lead her to the bed. Her head was light. Her hand burned where his palm met hers.
He sat on the bed as she stood in front of him. She knew he could sense her desire. He put a hand on her hip. “Turn. I want to look at you.”
She turned. When she faced him again she could read the pleasure on his strong face. His almond eyes were hooded with desire. He reached out and with three swift movements unfastened her black dress.
She felt a deep warmth as she stood naked in front of him. It wasn’t the hot lust of their first time together, it was something deep in her heart. She wanted to please him. He was her man. She was ready to give him whatever he wanted.
“Ac’ver,” he murmured in the strong voice she loved. “You are going to make a great queen.”
She felt his cock push against her as he pulled her close. She broke their embrace and knelt before him, all her feelings ready to pour into lovemaking for this alien on another planet.
She unfastened his sleek leggings and gently pushed them down. He moaned and ran his fingers through her auburn curls. She felt her nipples harden as he ran his hands down her neck to trace her collar bone and then lower to gently caress her breasts.
Something awakened inside of her. She felt her body, all of it, was his. She was ready to please him.
“You are so beautiful,” he said. He fingered her nipples. She felt waves of passion surge through her. Her loins were on fire and wet with wanting.
Suddenly they were a tangle of limbs and clothes as they removed each others last clothing. A boot flew through the air.
Then his hands brushed her abdomen and trailed down to her red patch. His fingers combed her lightly then pressed to caress her labia full with the want of him. His fingers pushed inside and she trembled.
The waves took over her body as he continued to press and probe. His thumb gently caressed her nub in tiny circles. As her waves built the circles became more vigorous.
Ac’ver moaned and then cried in pleasure. “Ac’von, all of me is for you. There is no one but you.” Then she was lost in coming.
He raised his body over hers. His shaft found her eager opening. He gently pushed in as the waves began again. She felt her walls contract against the length of his shaft.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want you inside me.”
He pushed deeper as her walls pulsed around him as if pulling him in. Then very gently he pulled out so only his tip was touching her.
“Oh, no,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”
Then he gently entered again slowly traveling down the length of her walls. Then his whole length entered and pushed deep. She gasped in pleasure as she burst around him.
His thrusts became rhythmic and deep. She moved her hips so that her timing was in perfect rhythm to match his thrusts. She had never experienced such intense pleasure. Her entire body was his and yet matched him, male and female.
Her arousal built again with his thrusts as his balls paced a rhythm against her.
“Ac’von,” she cried in pleasure. “I’m going to come.”
“So am I,” he growled into her neck.
Their passion built to a frenzy of movement. She felt him erupt inside her. She felt his hot drops explode inside her as her passion peaked.
For a minute, they both lay spent. The Ac’von rolled to her side. He lay on his back. His strong arm reached across to softly caress the space between her breasts.
“For a long time, I thought I would never find a queen and that someone else in the Blacks would become the Ruler. When I saw you there in the hall, your hair pulled back in a bun and your shape covered by the white lab coat, I knew. I don’t know how I knew. When you were in Cherryvale and those men…I couldn’t let anything come between us…”
“Shhh,” Ac’ver whispered. “We’re together now.” She reached to draw a circle around his bandaged wound. “Does it hurt?”
“Of course, but just an ache.” He paused as his hand traveled from the space between her breasts to cup her round softness. “To put an end to Ri’son and his disruptive ways, to have you here with me, safe. It was worth it. Whenever I look at the scar I’ll think of how I won peace for Rama.”
“I am your queen,” Ac’ver said as she turned to him with a smile.
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Chained To The Alien
Julia Sexton
Copyright 2015 by Julia Sexton
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First edition, 2015
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Newbie Sandy
Chapter 2: Detained
Chapter 3: Gilded Cage
Chapter 4: Alien Abduction
Chapter 5: Tables Turn
Chapter 6: Bound Together
Chapter 7: Judgment Court
Chapter 8: Home Free
Chapter 9: Food From Heaven
Chapter 10: Room with a View
Chapter 1: Newbie Sandy
Sandy Wilson, tossed back the long cascades of jet black hair, as she pushed the button for the 20th floor of the Harrington Building. She was late for work, and she had only been working as Executive Administrator to Josh Harrington for three weeks.
In her short time here, she’d learned that working with him was more than difficult. Every wish was a command, not to be questioned. Mistakes, even the smallest weren’t tolerated. He’d fired three previous Administrators in the past six months. She was five minutes late. No small thing in his eyes.
Once on the top floor, she hurried in and discovered his office was empty. She put away her things and adjusted her suit over the curves of her breasts and hips. She started straightening the reception area where important clients waited, just briefly, to meet with young billionaire Josh Harrington.
She began with the pile of magazines on the coffee table. There on the glossy cover of Coast Business beamed the image of her new boss, Josh Harrington, all good looks and self-satisfaction. Southern California’s most eligible, the headline blared. Red hair with a hint of curls, strong jawline, and his shoulders so broad they didn’t fit on the cover. She imagined him tossing a long caber at the Scottish Games. She smiled thinking of a peek under his kilt as he strained against the heavy, long pole.
Get real, Sandy. He’s a self-important, arrogant…, she thought as she placed the journal on top of the others and straightened the edges. And where was the great Josh Harrington? Maybe he’d spent the night with a Beach Bunny.
She called them the tan-tummy blondies. Or, maybe he preferred dark and sultry. He’d definitely spent a long time yesterday afternoon behind closed doors with the exotic Persian Personal Banker. What did she care? She’d just do her job. She’d been a few minutes late and he still wasn’t here. He was usually in by 7 A.M. every morning. He was late.
“Hey, Miss Newbie,” a male voice interrupted her thoughts.
Sam Cole! Now there was a perfect example of Southern California arrogance. He gave her the male once over. Her breasts poked at her suit jacket and her long, tan legs stretched down to her slim ankles below her skirt. Let him look and suffer.
“Sam, good morning.” She smiled and tried not to let her irritation show. Her long, black eyelashes closed over her enormous blue eyes in an attempt to hide her dislike. Some women might think he was good looking. Give him a shag of that dark brown hair, take his shirt off and he could have been a model for a Romance cover. But he just didn’t do anything for her. Nothing happened inside, where it counted. “What are you doing here? Isn’t sales on the 19th floor?”
Harrington, Ltd. occupied the entire 20 floors of The Harrington Building. Harrington everything, that was Josh Harrington. But, hey, she worked here and she liked the perks. The floor to ceiling windows looked out on the harbor of San Diego Bay.
And, Josh Harrington was easy on the eyes. Sailboats came and went on the sparkling water. It was a catch for a job after a year of play time in Barcelona. Whew! No more talented but starving boyish musicians for her. What a mistake. She wanted a solid, responsible man.
“Oh, Miss Sandy Newbie,” Sam condescended. “No one told you about the third Friday?”
“No. What are you talking about? Big deal. I know about the end-of-the-month reports. I’m spending today getting one ready. What’s the big deal with the third Friday?” OK, she did feel new but she wouldn’t give Sam even a hint of her ignorance.
“Josh won’t be in today. Didn’t he tell you?” More condescension. She downright despised this jerk. And now she was angry at Josh Harrington for forgetting to tell her. She was his Executive Administrator. How could he forget? Josh, he was the one who had put her in this embarrassing clash with Mr. Hot Stuff, Sam Cole. She had to get a grip on her temper and get rid of Sam.
“Every third Friday, every month, Josh is out of the office,” Sam smirked at getting one over on her.
“OK,” she gave him a fake beamy smile showing her perfectly even white teeth behind her lush lips. “So why are you here?” Give him just a little word jab.
“I go through the mail, check the phone messages, make sure nothing important gets overlooked when he’s out.”
Oh, God, every third Friday she’d have to put up with God’s gift to women as he invaded her territory. She would definitely work on taking over that task. “I see. Well, there’s the office.”
Sandy pointed to the carved teak doors. Behind those doors, the expansive corner office looked out through towering floor to ceiling windows at the San Diego skyline on one side, and more of the Bay on the other.
He was in the office less than 20 minutes, gave her another look, up and down, as he passed her desk and went to the elevators with a condescending, “Cheerio.”
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