Gyft (Rescued by the Alien)

Chapter Ten

GYFT:

SHE HAS NO idea what’s about to happen to her.

The middle of her back is slashed, right through the atrocious traveling gown that she wears. The scar looks aged and worn, but that’s because the skin wasn’t physically broken. It was invaded by a death keeper, its touch sinking in to feel for her soul. And cascading in the same direction as the monster’s touch, there is a streak of white that goes up to where her human freelig grows from the top of her head.

But she’s stuck staring at the twin souls, whose freelig have turned white with the kiss of death. The idea of which makes me hug my bride to my chest again, trying to calm the pounding of my heart. The adrenaline racing down my limbs, the helplessness deep inside my soul. Does she realize how close she was to leaving this plane of existence?

“Whoa, big guy. I know you’re happy to see me... probably saves your job to bring me to Gyft in one piece, eh?”

“Gyft,” I murmur against top of her head. What is she going through that she can’t even remember my name? “It is me, poor baffled bride. It is your husband. I will care for your injuries, don’t you worry.”

In the kitchen this morning, I should have stopped my discussion with Minstrel and Monesse M’irshlak and figured out what it was Bride wanted. But they were apologizing for the slight toward my bride by their seedlings last night, and I didn’t want Bride to forgive the household so easily. We need others to respect her. So instead, I shooed her off and she went to rescue the twin souls by herself.

By herself.

She could have been slaughtered so easily. She has no idea what creatures walk between this plane and the next, but she was fearless. It’s my job to protect her. To keep her safe.

I have never seen a braver soul. Not many would cross the deadland barrier, especially not for seedlings who behaved atrociously toward her. But my bride, brave and kind, rescued them despite gaining the marking from death.

I cup her delicate face between my palms. “I will fix you, my bride. No matter what happens now, I will stand by your side. In sickness and in health.”

A shudder runs through me. I could have lost her. This brave, remarkable creature.

“Hey, big guy, you okay?” Bride looks up at me with her dark green eyes, the color of the night sky, and I try to smile, showing fang in the process.

For once, she doesn’t balk.

And her arms are around my middle, she’s not pushing me away. My heart skips a beat. This shouldn’t feel so good but it does. I love the feel of her up against me.

The four of us make our way back to the farmhouse, the couple walking their twin souls between them and my bride with me, our arms around each other, my freelig spiked for protection, tail flicking the air to sense any danger.

As soon as we enter the front door of their home, Minstrel M’irshlak turns to us. “Please convey my deepest gratitude to your bride when she receives the language download. We are forever in her debt.”

I nod. “I will do so.”

With that, I bend and take the bride up into my arms. She giggles as I climb the stairs to our suite .

“Silly man, I can walk. I mean, I single handedly saved the day, ya know. And you probably can’t keep yourself from being so infatuated, this I also know—”

“Female, you babble incessantly. Even when you know we can’t understand each other.”

“Anyone ever tell you how handsome you are?” Bride nibbles my earlobe, her breath warm and sweet. “Maybe we can run away together. To that city that’s two miles away. I can still be a nanny—” she looks over my shoulder at the twin souls standing with their parents at the bottom of the stairs— “and you can maybe be a farmer like him? I know you’re a bodyguard by trade, but maybe you can teach self-defense or something?” She sighs, and then lays her sweet head—already changing color—on my shoulder. “I guess I’ll have to smooth over things with your boss. Explain the attraction that happened with us when I saved your life.”

I let her babble in her strange, melodic language, swiping my hand across the handpiece of the door to our suite. It swings open and I stride straight over to the bed, hearing the door click shut behind us.

She continues to babble, even grabbing my hand and twining our fingers. I squeeze hers gently. It no longer bothers me that she’s so different. So small, missing a finger and a breast, fangless, without freelig to spike out and protect her.

She needs me for that. It seems like kismet that my weak mate—err, bride—is paired with the strongest protector there is.

I didn’t even want this pairing. This marriage. A pang of regret washes through me at the idea of what I could have lost out on.

Bride looks up at me with sparkling, deep green eyes. Murky, like the sea, with a darker ring around the green that makes them mysterious and beautiful, yet lined in white.

I could stare into the strange, alien eyes all day long .

“What is it, handsome? You’ve been acting weird. You know I’m all right, right? Not hurt. I mean, I came close, but I persevered. I’m a lifesaver and I don’t just mean with CPR.”

I smooth her strange human freelig from her forehead. It’s so soft and delicate. And is no longer the vibrant color of rubies—the color that first attracted me.

Now it is truly colorless, all pigment gone. She needs to know.

I reach into the nightstand for a small hand mirror. I hold it up to her sweet, smiling face... and watch the smile fall.

“What the—?!”

Bride grips the handle of the mirror, her eyes grow wide and she reaches for a lock of her freelig. She fingers it and brings it forward to her face, to see for herself, as if the mirror lies.

“White hair? What happened? When did this happen? Oh, my God. The brats. The same thing happened to their little alien spikes, right? On their head? And yours.”

She reaches up and runs the palm of her hand over the top of my freelig, white since my early adulthood. I grip her fingers, pulling it from my head, and kiss the center of her palm. I want her to know it’s okay. That even though I chose her for the strange coloring of the curtain on her head, I am keeping her. That the white human freelig is still attractive, albeit different than the vibrant color of jewels.

Jewels that I intended to adorn my ugly bride with in an effort to mask her looks. I thought people would be distracted with the rubies that matched her hair.

Now they will no longer match.

“It’s all right, beautiful,” I croon, cupping her neck, my finger strumming along her jaw. I bring my forehead to hers and close my eyes.

It’s a fitting nickname for her. She’s not at all ugly like I first assumed. Her strange looks have grown on me .

Her beauty is more delicate than obvious... just like her strength. She singlehandedly faced the deadlands and lived. Everyone who sees the shock of white freelig will know that.

They will be impressed with that.

Horror dawns in my gut. Will she be impressed with other males? I’m not sure she likes me... she hasn’t really given me any indication that she does. Not that she can, we can’t figure out what each other says. And somehow, I need to make her understand I’m a catch. The best our planet has to offer is already in her grasp.

Or... maybe I’ll make her so addicted to me, she’ll never want to leave me for another male.

Very carefully, I brush my lips to hers.

A soft gasp escapes her. It’s so feminine, and husky, and surprised that I want nothing more than to do it again.

“Bride,” I murmur, and kiss her parted lips.

A tingling hits my lower belly. She’s delicious. She moans into my mouth. At my kiss.

Arousal cascades down my spine and gathers in my ball sack. What is it about this little human that magnifies every nerve ending inside me? She arches, fitting her body to mine like a perfectly cut puzzle piece.

My tongue snakes into her mouth and she’s so sweet and soft and delicious. When she moans? Utter male satisfaction fills me up.

I rub my cock against her, feeling the heat rise from her body. Bride moans, her knee bending up to hook a leg behind me. Right there, at her core, her heat is scorching. I can’t wait to delve into it.

My tail curls around her ankle and my hand slides down between us to the source of her wet warmth.

“Oh, God, right there.” She rocks her hips against me.

Fire lances through me when I feel dampness against my cock through her clothes. Her hands reach down and slide over my stiffened rod and the strongest need swirls through me, leaving me dizzy with lust. I let out a shuddering exhale as she releases my pants and her hot hand palms the length of my cock. I lean back long enough to shakily unbutton my shirt, tossing it off onto the floor.

My heart thunders a chaotic rhythm as I pull back long enough to slide the strange alien zipping contraption down the length of her body, her creamy breasts spilling out. She gives the tiniest arch, as if offering them to me.

“I love your cleavage,” I mutter as I run my nose up the sensitive flesh between her breasts. Then I turn my head slightly to capture a blushing pink nipple between my lips.

She squeals. “Hot mouth. Hot mouth! So hot. Feels so good.”

I tongue her nipple, laving it with the flat of my tongue. My blood is on fire, racing through my veins, pounding through my heart.

I rake my teeth over her nipples, my fangs leaving faint white marks. She shivers and rubs her core against me.

“Have to get these clothes off you,” I mutter, jerking clumsily at her clothing. She helps me, her tiny hands on my waistband.

When we’re both naked, the tension shifts. Without warning, our mouths come together, the action desperate, erupting need and lust flowing through us. I’m palming her, my hands roaming over every inch of her silky pale skin, claiming what’s mine.

Bride rakes her shorn claws over my shoulders and her sleekly-muscled legs wrap around my waist. She moans when I cup her mounds and push them together so I can bury my face in them.

I suck her nipples, and all at once realize she’s soaking wet, leaving a slick smear on my lower abdomen.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

The folds of her sex are frilly and delicate under my touch. I want to see; I want to memorize every detail of her body. I pull back to study her.

She’s gorgeous, shiny and swollen pink. Almost delicate there at her hidden spot. Blood rushes under her skin, racing through her veins, making my fangs elongate with a hunger, an ancient need. My fingers shake when I reach out to separate the ruffled lips masking her cunt. She whimpers at the touch of my hands.

“Shh, sweet bride. I just want to see you,” I croon. “Memorize every fold, inhale your sweet scent before I taste you.”

Gently, I make a “V” to spread her lips and she bears down, her sex clenching and then releasing. She feels hot down there, and I inhale her delicious, musky fragrance.

I can’t wait any longer.

“Mine,” I grit out, and I’m not sure how I mean it. I know she’s my bride, we’re married, but I want even more than that. I want her to be my mate—but I won’t do that until she can understand me. Until she knows what my bite will mean.

Until then, I seal my mouth to her puffy, pink flesh, and run my tongue up the slit of her, gathering all the slippery goodness.

“Oh, God,” she screams, her fingers gripping my freelig, her thighs quivering against the sides of my head. She’s salty and sweet and tangy all at the same time, and she’s thrashing and moaning, squirming against my face like she can’t get close enough. I push and prod her posia with the tip of my tongue and wrap the end of my tail around her ankle, using brute force to hold her legs apart as she tries to clamp them shut against the pleasure of my mouth.

“I can’t—I can’t hold back. I’m coming, coming so hard,” she wails and then it hits. Her climax rips through her body, cum flooding my tongue and the folds of her cunt quiver as she bucks uncontrollably.

I lean back, proud to watch her unfold, proud to have brought this level of pleasure to my bride. Pleased that I could bring her to orgasm so quickly. Surely this is proof that she is meant to be mine in an even further way? That she is meant to be my forever mate?

Heat coasts over my skin as I watch her come and come, and then I lean forward to flick the little nub of flesh, her posia, sending her into another spiral of pleasure .

My belly twists. I need her, I need to rut with her. I need my seed inside her, want to watch it escape her body, dribble down her thighs.

“I want in here,” I mutter, spearing my tongue inside her channel, giving her a mini-fuck as an example. “I want you bare, no barrier. Nothing coating my cock but your cum. I want you to grip me within your tight channel.”

“Yes, baby, more. Give me more,” she grits, rotating her hips in circular motions. I grunt, so fucking sexy to watch her unabashed pleasure.

I bare my cock and Bride blinks at the sight. “So fucking huge, you monster,” she breathes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I angle my hips so the head of my cock touches her delicate skin and she utters a frantic cry, the opening of her sex wriggling as if to guide me into her depths. She wants it. She’s panting, a thin sheen of sweat coating her collarbones. I rub the thick, swollen head up and down her slit, shivering my pleasure as I come in contact with her sweet, hot flesh.

She gasps and wriggles closer, gripping my cock and pushing forward so it notches the first inch inside, and sweet Goddess. She’s so hot. So slick. So tempting.

“Please. Please. Please,” she chants.

I push in another small bit, letting her velvety cunt adapt to my wide girth.

“So tight,” I grit through clenched teeth.

“More.” She lifts her hips, angling herself so I can slide deep inside. I give my bride what she wants, thrusting my hard length into her in one wet move.

She bucks, scrabbling at my shoulders, trying to yank me closer like we’re not already butted up as close as we can be. Her head tips back and I lick her throat, tamping down the tingle in my fangs that wants the sweet pulse throbbing just under the skin. Instead, I focus on the feeling of my cock inside her. My head drops back at the incredibleness of it all, the rush of heat, the warmth that envelopes me, the slick, swollen flesh that fits like a glove. I pull out and look down to where our bodies meet. The difference in coloring is definitive and my body is shiny with her fluids. I thrust in again.

“If I had any idea you would be so wet, so tight, I’d have fucked you in the forest,” I whisper into her ear.

“Keep going,” she pants, thrusting her hips up. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”

“You need it faster, bride? Harder?” I purr. “I will give you everything you need.”

My trichta swells with the rush of pheromones laden in the air. The small area above my cock hardens into a tight ball—normally to press against a Kashian female’s pubic bone, triggering her posia, the inner organ full of nerves, to release an orgasm. But her posia is on the outside of her body, right between the top of her folds—ripe and ready for a male’s eager tongue. It’s glistening wet and swollen... and rubs against my trichta in a delightful way, the slick massaging the swollen organ.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” Bride chants.

She’ll be the death of me.

She’s tight, stretched tight around me, her posia stiff and poking out of her folds. My tail unwinds from her leg and slaps against it.

A whoosh falls from her lips, her eyes wide and lust-filled. I slap against it, again and again, as I thrust my cock into her body, pulling out and fucking her with long, choppy strokes.

When I draw out, she arches her back, thrusting her two breasts in the air. When I thrust back inside, her perfect, small mounds bounce, the pink nipples puckering. She’s rocking her hips back and forth, alternating with those sexy hips circles she was making before and her movements are growing frantic and jerky

Then with a loud moan, she bites her lip and her sheath vibrates all around my thrusting cock in ongoing waves .

My balls tighten and I see stars. There’s a roaring bellow as my seed explodes from my body.

And later, when I finally pull out and inspect her ravaged flesh, Bride tries to close her legs from my view. I tut, holding one leg spread with one hand and my tail holding the other wide, and supreme male satisfaction hits at the sight of my cum dribbling down her bottom.