Alien Tryst (8 page)

He didn’t see Raff’s fist until it connected with his face.
His head snapped back, his nose crunching, the gun dropping from his fingers,
the
Orogone
’
s
punch hard enough to flatten a human. Kane remained
standing. He wasn’t human. He was nothing without his Eshe.

“You caused her pain,” Raff growled, his face dark with
vengeance.

“I caused her pain,” Kane admitted. He bent, picked up the
gun, straightened. His ears rang and blood dripped down his face.

The first punch was a surprise but he saw the second jab
coming. Kane didn’t raise his arms to block. He leaned forward, into it. He deserved
the thrashing. He deserved the pain.

Raff’s knuckles smacked against Kane’s jaw. He staggered
backward, his head spinning, a tunnel of black forming around his vision. The
gun landed on the dirt with a thud. “You can beat me to a pulp later,” Kane promised,
each word an agony to form. “Let me save your sister first.”

“I
will
beat you to a pulp,” Raff vowed, no humor in
his voice. “You don’t deserve her.” He drew his own gun.

“You’re right.” Kane held Raff’s gaze. “I don’t deserve her
but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying my damnedest to be worthy of her
love.”

“You will.” Eshe’s brother slid a lever on the barrel.
“Because I’ll ensure that happens.” He aimed his gun. “Save my sister, Kane.”
He pulled the trigger.

A blue surge of power struck Kane, shaking him, rattling his
teeth, his bones.
Hang on, Eshe.
He stared ahead of him, not fighting
the energy’s pull, trying to speed the process.
I’m coming for you.
He
fell into the darkness.

* * * * *

“Kane,” Eshe screamed, unable to bear the pain silently. The
chamber, designed to resemble a hospital room, was soundproof, built to house
Orogones
such as herself,
Orogones
dying from incomplete joinings.

“He’s coming, hon.” Kane’s mother dabbed Eshe’s forehead
with a damp cloth. The relief was minor, her body burning, the agony frying her
thoughts.

Kane won’t come soon enough.
Eshe writhed on the bed,
the white cooling sheet sliding over her naked form. As the doctors had rushed
her into the chamber they explained that the distance between yet-to-be-joined pairs
accelerated the process—the greater the physical gap, the faster she’d die.

Her One was trapped on a planet galaxies away from her.
She’d die quickly, her rapid demise monitored by the machinery crowded around
her. The information collected might help someone else, that possibility
comforting the scientist in her.

“They’ve sent people to find your parents,” his mother
shared. She wore the plain blue shift dress given to all human females after
transferring. “They’re on some sort of wilderness retreat or something.”

Eshe groaned, her heart breaking even more. One or twice a
solar cycle her parents trekked deep into the planet, cut off from technology,
out of the council’s surveillance range.
They won’t come soon enough either.

She gazed up at Kane’s mother, grateful for her company, not
wishing to die alone, her goodbyes left unsaid. “Tell them.” Eshe panted, the
sharp pain stealing her breath. “Tell them I love them.” She grasped the older
woman’s hand. “Tell Raff I love him. And Kane.” She closed her eyes, trapping
her tears.

“He knows you love him.” His mother squeezed her fingers.
“You injected him also. It’s all there in your memories.”

The essence had burned off and the memories remained. If
Eshe was thinking rationally she’d record that, note that as a possibly
detrimental side effect.

“And you don’t need me to tell them anything.” Kane’s mother
sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re strong and stubborn, as stubborn as my
son.” She brushed Eshe’s hair away from her moist face, her fingertips light on
her skin. “He’s coming for you. A mother knows these things, hon.” She sounded
so certain, Eshe wanted to believe in her, wanted to believe in him. “You’ll
wait for Kane.”

Eshe lifted her chin. “I’ll try to wait.”

“You’ll wait.” Her voice was firm. She tipped a cup of sweet
liquid into Eshe’s mouth, the concoction designed to boost her energy levels,
to prolong her life.

Although her stomach twisted, protesting the addition, Eshe
forced herself to finish the entire container. She’d fight as long as she could,
waiting for a male who might never come.

“Tell me about Kane.” Eshe dug her fingers into the
mattress, her body trembling. “What was he like as a child?” He had all of her
childhood memories, knew everything about her, yet she knew nothing about his
past.

“Kane was always different than the other schoolkids.” His
mother stared at the far wall. “He was intelligent, maybe not as book smart as
you were, but he had a more practical type of intelligence and he knew he
didn’t fit in, not that he’d ever tell me that.” Her lips quirked upward. “He
was protective of the women he loved even then, never wanting to see me
unhappy. He’d get so angry at his absentminded father when he forgot my
birthday.”

“
Orogones
normally have great memories.” Eshe gazed
at Kane’s mother, concentrating on her face, on the conversation. “I’m the
exception. Sometimes I forget where I am.”

“You’ll be the exception for everything. You—”

A wave of heat swept over Eshe, scorching her body. “Kane,”
she cried, her voice growing hoarse. She shouldn’t call for him as it upset his
mother. But when the pain came his name was all she had left.

“Hang on, hon. He must have been transferred by now.” Kane’s
mother rushed to the exit, her bare feet slapping on the white tile. “I’ll find
him.” She opened the door.

“Eshe,” a heart-wrenchingly familiar voice bellowed.

“He’s here.” His mother’s laughter was shaky. “I knew he’d
come for you.” The relief on her face belied her words.

“Eshe,” Kane yelled again, his voice louder, closer.

He’s here. My One is here.
Another souls-ripping
tremor rocked Eshe. “Kane,” she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

His mother held the door open. “Hurry, Son.” She beckoned
him with her hands.

Kane rushed through the opening, nudging his mother aside,
his body gloriously naked, his skin tanned, his black hair mussed, his brown
eyes wide and wild. He was magnificent, male and had come to claim her. Eshe
read this truth in his set jaw, his bruised set jaw.

She frowned. “Hurt.” He was hurt, his nose crooked, tracks
of dried blood under his nostrils.

“I know you hurt, love.” He lifted the cooling sheet and
climbed into her bed, covering her body with his, the contact instantly
soothing her pain. “I’ll make it better.”

“You already have.” She sighed with contentment, staring up
at him, unable to believe he was there, with her. “Is it truly you?” She
touched his face, her fingers trembling. “You’re with me.”

“I’m with you.” Kane brushed his lips over hers, teasing her
with his fleeting caress. “I’m never leaving you again. Ever.”

“Good.” She’d been told to be apart after joining was also
painful. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He captured her mouth and she opened to
him, welcoming his heat, his sweet taste. His tongue slid along hers, twisting,
twining, dancing in a celebration of life, of love.

“I’ll be in the hallway if you need me,” his mother
murmured. Eshe blinked and released Kane, lowering her head to the bed. She’d
forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Dad is creating havoc in the arriving room,” Kane said, not
moving his gaze from her face. “You’d better retrieve him before he takes some
of the machinery apart.”

“Oh God.” The door closed.

They had the room to themselves. Kane’s eyes glowed, his
hard cock pressing against her stomach. Eshe lifted her head, seeking his lips,
needing more kisses, more connection, more of her sexy male.

“What do we do?” Kane murmured against Eshe’s lips, his body
hard against hers, his warm skin easing all of her pain.

“Do?” She blinked, confused, her brain fuzzy with passion.

“To join, love.” He scattered kisses over her forehead,
along her nose, across her jaw, his touch heart-wrenchingly gentle. “To become
one. What is needed to make this happen?”

She lifted her knees, cradling his naked physique between
her thighs, opening herself to him. “I need you inside me.”

Kane’s eyes glowed. “You need my cock inside your tight
little pussy.” He rubbed his shaft against her feminine folds.

“Yes.” Eshe purred with pleasure, moving with him, tilting
her hips, covering him with her wetness. “And when we find release together
place your palm or lips or chest here.” She moved one of his hands over her
mark. Her souls pounded against his fingers, as eager for this joining as she
was. “I’m told skin-on-skin contact eases the transition.”

“You’re so hot.” He stroked the red-and-blue ink, tracing
the circles with his calloused fingertips. Eshe’s nipples ached for his rough
touch. “Hot for me.” Kane followed the design with his tongue, the moisture
sizzling.

“When I thought I might lose you, that I might spent a
lifetime without your warmth.” He shuddered, his expression bleak, his eyes
reflecting his anguish.

Eshe grasped his bare shoulders, undulating under him,
caressing him with her breasts, her hips, her mons. “You’re strong.” His muscles
rippled under her fingers. “You would have survived.”

“That’s all my life would have been—survival.” He rocked,
his cock head gliding over her clit, the friction raising Eshe’s desire.
“That’s all my life was before I met you.” His tempo increased, growing more
frantic, as though he needed contact as she did to soothe his soul. “I was cold
and hollow and alone.”

“I understand.” She had felt the same way before she met
him.

“
Do
you understand, Eshe?” Kane’s face darkened, his
expression becoming frighteningly fierce. “Because I won’t return to living
alone, without you, without love.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms
above her head, easily restraining her.

“There will be no more sacrificing your health or your life
to save others.” He leaned over her and gazed directly into her eyes. Eshe
squirmed, trapped under him, at his mercy. “Risk your personal safety again and
I’ll lock you in one of your laboratories. Permanently. You’ll never see the
light of day. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” Eshe nodded, her heart beating quickly.

“Good.” Kane nipped her bottom lip and she yelped, his
physical reprimand both surprising and exciting her. “Grab my cock and guide me
into you.” He released her. “I want your soft hands on me.”

She reached between them and curled her fingers around his
shaft. His veins pulsed, her souls fluttering to the same rhythm. Eshe stroked
him once, twice, savoring the feel of him, softness over strength, and she
positioned him at her entrance.

He pushed into her pussy, stretching her to the point of
sweet pain. She moaned, the connection between them intensifying, and he
stilled, his tip buried inside her.

“Eshe?” Kane met her gaze. His body shook. His jaw jutted. A
trickle of perspiration dripped down his right cheek. He waited for her.

“More,” she urged, lifting her hips, taking him deeper
inside her. His cock head grazed along her inner walls and found resistance.

“There will be pain this first time,” Kane warned, his brown
eyes soft.

“Pain no longer frightens me.” Eshe drove her hips upward
and cried out, the sting fleeting, the fullness sublime, their link growing
even stronger. Her souls sensed the impending joining and fought to be free,
thumping against her skin.

“You’re so tight,” Kane groaned as he blazed a trail within
her, hard cock sliding along virgin pussy, reshaping her body, changing her.
Eshe’s male was large all over, filling her completely, fusing their forms
together. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, holding on to him,
marking his golden tan with red crescents.

His base pressed against her soft folds and Eshe sighed with
happiness. “You’re mine.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her
ankles over his firm ass, securing him to her.

“And you’re mine.” Kane covered her lips with his, plunging
his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on him, pulling an animalistic growl from
his throat. He pressed her deeper into the mattress. She pushed upward, taking
more of his tongue, his rigid cock inside her.

Kane pulled backward and Eshe squeezed her inner walls around
him, seeking to slow his retreat, her pussy lips dragging along his shaft,
lighting tiny fires within her. He thrust hard, grunting into her mouth,
pinning her hips against the bed. She gasped, the sensation exquisite, her
pleasure edged with pain.

Kane pulled back, thrust forward, pulled back, thrust
forward, his breath wafting against her cheeks, one of his arms braced beside
her. Eshe met him halfway, pushing her hips upward, smacking their bodies
together, their skins heating at the points of contact. Her soreness faded,
leaving only bliss, each drive into her feeding her flames, pushing her closer
to combustion.

She’d come in his arms previously. This was different. She
felt that truth in her two souls. They would come together, joining completely,
becoming one, one species, one entity. Neither of them would be the same. They
would never be alone again.

“Harder,” she urged, carving her fingernails into Kane’s
skin. He’d heal quickly and the loving abuse excited him, his tempo
accelerating. The
Orogone
hospital bed rocked, its feet squeaking on the
floor tiles. The machines monitoring her chirped and hummed, the readings
peaking and then dropping. No one disturbed them, all medical personnel knowing
not to interfere with a life-saving joining.

“Deeper.” Eshe bounced her heels against Kane’s clenched ass
cheeks. He growled, riding her hard, his savagery thrilling her. He was neither
human nor
Orogone
, an unknown entity, completely unpredictable. Their
sexual discovery titillated her inner scientist, his fervor pleasing the female
in her. She made him that wild. She made him lose control.

Fuck.
His woman was aggressive, driving him
unrelentingly, wanting more, harder, deeper. Kane thrust into Eshe’s tight
pussy with everything he had, her demands both pleasing and reassuring him.
When he’d arrived he’d seen how pale she was, how the flames in her eyes flared
to fill the blackness, how her hands had shaken when she reached out to him and
that had scared Kane more than anything he’d experienced in his danger-filled
life.

He’d almost lost her, the woman he loved, the only woman who
had ever warmed him. He drove into her, burying himself to his base, seeking to
reassure himself that she was here, healthy, his. His balls slapped against her
skin, the burn centering him, and she moaned, that sexy sound making him even
more crazed.

He’d intended to be gentle, sweet. This was her first time.
She’d been in agony, weakened from their separation. He loved her. Kane brushed
his lips over hers.

She snapped at him with her straight white teeth and he
grinned. Eshe didn’t want gentle and sweet and she was no longer weakened with
pain. She was his strong alien woman, the female sent across the galaxies to
torment him, to love him.

He pistoned his cock in and out, in and out of her, her
pussy hot, wet, welcoming, her juices slicking his shaft. She fit him as though
she’d be created for him, physically, intellectually and spiritually, the link
between them unmistakable. Kane licked her neck, tasting salt and woman, and she
trembled.

“Kane.” The blue-and-red flames in her black eyes burned.
Heat radiated from her curves, engulfing him. Kane inhaled deeply. Her scent
made his mouth water. He longed to lick her pussy dry, to devour every inch of
her.

“Cup your breasts for me,” he ordered, wishing to see her
touch herself.

Eshe made a strangled sound and complied, her submission
delighting him. Her slender fingers curved around her full breasts, and her
taut nipples grazed his chest, setting off waves of bliss throughout Kane’s
physique.

“Squeeze them. Play with them.” As soon as Kane issued the
commands he questioned his intelligence. Every squeeze of her hands tightened
her pussy, her inner walls clenching his shaft.

“Eshe,” he groaned, dangerously close to coming, his balls aching.
He drove into her with increased vigor. Her eyes widened and her legs quivered.
The tattoo on her chest glowed, her souls, that strange energy inside her,
pushing against her skin.

He bent his head and followed the circles with the tip of
his tongue. The marks tasted as sweet as maple syrup, the flavor enticing him.
“My alien woman.” He grinned against her neck, fucking her with all of his
might.

“Your
Orogone
woman,” Eshe corrected, panting, her
lush pink lips parted, her beautiful face flushed. She pumped her hips, meeting
each thrust.

“My sexy scientist.” He skimmed his teeth over her skin. A
tremor rolled over her form, her curves pressing against his muscle. Their
bodies collided again and again, their fucking primitive and intense.

“Close.” Her voice was thin with passion, her pussy
constricting around him.

“More than close.” Kane swiveled his hips, grinding against
her, rubbing her clit, and a high-pitched noise came from her lips. “You’ll
come for me.” He pulled his hips back. “Now.” He thrust hard and bit her
tattoo.

“My One,” Eshe screamed and clenched down on his shaft,
forcing his release. He roared her name and pushed deeper into her. Hot jets of
cum spurted from his cock. A blast of heat and light filled his mouth,
scorching him with mind-spinning ecstasy.

Eshe bowed her spine, lifting off the bed. Kane convulsed,
coming apart, his entire being blazed with emotion, his senses overloading.
Streams of red-and-blue light swirled around him, holding his fragmenting soul
together, and a thousand invisible needles pierced his chest, dragging circular
designs upon his skin. A tattoo formed above his heart, the colors vivid, the
red sun and blue waves matching Eshe’s mark.

As he shook, her tight little pussy milked his shaft,
squeezing every last drop of cum from his cock, emptying his balls completely.
Eshe didn’t leave him hollow. She filled the spaces with emotions and memories,
pouring more visions of her past into his brain. Kane relived the agony of
their separation, experienced how close to death she’d been. He’d almost lost
her. Forever. His anguish was offset by Eshe’s bliss.

The combination was too much, too intense. Kane pressed down
on Eshe’s writhing curves, seeking to restrain her, to still the turmoil within
her. Her joy leveled, becoming more manageable. The beam of blue light returned
to her chest. The red energy remained inside him, warming his core.

Kane slumped over his woman’s languid form, exhausted and
frighteningly weak. Her happiness bubbled inside him, reassuring him. He’d always
know what she was feeling, whether she was scared or hurt, needing him.

“We’ll never be apart.” He nuzzled against her neck. Her
soft skin was covered with a wet sheen of moisture.

“Never.” Eshe wrapped her arms around his torso, holding
him, her strength palpable. “I understand you can learn to block my emotions.”
Her chest rose and fell, her breasts high and full.

Kane raised his head and met her gaze. “Why would I want to
block your emotions? You’re my woman.”

“You’re my One.” A single blue flame flickered in Eshe’s
eyes. She’d given him a piece of her soul. He brushed a strand of her blonde
hair away from her gorgeous face, humbled by her action. “You’re
Orogone
now, Kane.”

“I’m partially
Orogone
.” He’d be an outcast on her
planet also.

“No, you’re fully
Orogone
.” Eshe pressed her lips
against his palm. “We spend our youths assimilating but when we join, our Ones
are the beings who assimilate.”

He glanced down at his hands. They appeared human.

“Our bodies are shells,” she answered his unspoken question.
“Your soul.” She touched his new tattoo. “Is
Orogone
. Your lifespan and
abilities will soon match. You’ll be equal to any other male on the planet.”

“Are you saying we’ll fit in?” Kane stared at Eshe with
wonder.

“You’ll fit in.” She twisted her lips. “I’ll still be the
forgetful—”

“Wonderful, brave, intelligent woman I adore.” Kane cradled
her face between his hands, allowing all of his passion, hope, adoration to
show. He’d fit in, be worthy, able to protect her, to hold his own amongst her
warrior people. “I love you, Eshe.”

She smiled. “I love you, my One.”