Page 27 of 20% Stud 80% Muffin (Alien Fated Mates #1)

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M y mouth watered as Makir’s house filled with the dark, bitter aroma of my favorite coffee. I mentally thanked Ginger for the case every time I took a sip. She’d saved me from the sludgy javae.

Over steaming mugs, she reassured me that everything was under control. “Of course you have to be with Makir for his visit home.” She reached over the table to rest her hand on mine. “You’ll only be gone a few days. It’s fine. Quit worrying.”

Makir needed to be my main focus, one that would continue forever if I had any say in the matter. I predicted that the arrival of High Regent Tuniga’s shuttle would not allow for a leisurely sleep-in this morning, but I hoped luck would be on our side and we’d be the only passengers on board to ease Makir’ s worries.

A loud knock rattled the front door, drawing my eye. Ginger opened it, revealing two alpha males, marked by their wide stances, confident bearings and my desire to slam the door in their pretty faces.

A Lornian, no taller than me, clicked the heels of his tall laced-up boots together. “We’ve come to escort High Lord Tuniga home.”

This is his home.

Our bags were already waiting in the entryway. First thing this morning, I’d organized everything when I slipped away from under Makir’s long warm body.

Ginger squatted to settle the dogs. “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee while you wait?”

The taller of the two nodded a friendly greeting toward Ginger as I sat at the dining room table, saying, “Is that what I smell? Seems like the perfect thing to keep me awake. We’ve had a very early start.” He winked while crouching to pet Charz and Pika as Ginger had done the moment before. “What are these creatures?”

Leave it to my dogs to break the ice.

The older Lornian escort stiffened behind the first. “The High Regent has declared time is of the essence.” The disdain on his face amplified his frown as he shook his leg free from Pika jumping on him.

Ignoring the men, I carried a graneth puff spread with peanut butter, a glass of hiscus juice and a mug of coffee to our room. I paused, basking in the peacefulness. Makir lay curled on his side, buried in linobee pelts. His lashes appeared longer in his sleep, and both hands were tucked under his chin. In a perfect world, I would linger here forever, but Makir would want to get ready, so I woke him with a kiss on his forehead.

“Your father’s men are here, little lion.”

He purred softly as his eyes drifted open. “Geo?” My name dripped like molten lava from his tongue, and the sound beckoned me to crawl right back into his nest of furs .

The next moment, he shot out of the bed and threw on his jumpsuit, naked underneath. “They’re here!” Not bothering to guide him into anything different, I ran my hands down his arms to soothe him. There would be time to change into appropriate clothes on the shuttle.

“Sit. Drink and eat.” My low voice forced his submission. “They can wait.” And when the graneth puff was gone, I beamed, pleased with myself for finally figuring out when to turn on the alpha and trust my instincts.

He dusted the crumbs from his jumpsuit and twisted his hair into a knot on his head. “I’m ready now.”

I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into his luscious lips, stained a deep plum from the hiscus juice, for a long kiss before we left our quiet sanctuary.

“Makir!” The taller Lornian reached for Makir and hugged him, and I prowled toward them. “I haven’t seen you since Hovercraft Flight Academy. How have you—” His nostrils flared. “You smell enticing.” The tall man’s alpha voice rumbled and his nose dipped to Makir’s collarbone.

“Wen. It’s good to see you, friend.” Makir ducked out of his embrace and closer to me, eyeing me carefully. “Bonic was thoughtful to have sent you.” He dipped his chin toward Wen. “Geo and I have a bond. I’m no longer an available omega.”

The other Lornian’s gaze jumped to Makir’s lavender eyes, while he fingered the giant ringa embroidered on the high collar of his uniform, and a frown twisted his lips. “The regents will be displeased.” Then he stood tall, formality replacing indignation. “High Lord Tuniga.” He offered a shallow bow as an afterthought.

Makir’s juniper fragrance flavored the air, attempting to calm the alpha energy that permeated the room. Instead of feeling soothed, my skin grew prickly and itchy .

“Ginger, Geo, this is Wen, Bonic’s second in command, and Tunt, one of my father’s personal guards.” He motioned toward the Lornians with a long sweep of his arm. “Wen, Tunt, meet Geo and his best friend, Ginger.”

“Enough of these pleasantries,” Tunt barked, unaffected by Makir’s attempts to project serenity. “We will be on our way at once.”

Wen picked up the bags by the door and moved outside. “Tunt, you’re out of line. You’ll treat the High Lord Tuniga with the respect he’s due.”

“This is not off to a good start.” Makir’s tail smacked the floor as he yanked on his boots. His glassy eyes found mine when he stood, and his fingers trembled.

Ginger fanned her hand in front of her flushed cheeks. “Mamacita, there’s more testosterone in this room than a whole chain of Gold’s Gyms.” She hugged Makir and passed him the wrapped sling for the baby. “Good luck. You’ll be back before you know it.” Her smile was full of encouragement. “Take care of him, stud muffin.” Another hug for me, and she pushed us out the door while wrangling the dogs in, shivering from the cold draft.

I faced Makir and buttoned his wide-open coat against the biting wind. Fresh tracks lingered behind us as we walked to the docking port in the newly fallen snow.

“Wait, the wine…” Makir turned back.

“Packed.” I pressed my lips together and held in my grin.

“Oh, and the jerky…” He turned around again.

“Got it.” I soothed my hand up his tail, and he shivered.

“What about…” He pulled away again.

When Makir wouldn’t settle, I hugged him and trailed a finger down his pointed ear, warm beneath his furred hat. “Everything’s taken care of.”

The increased traffic flattened the snow, and the path grew icy as it led to the spaceport. Loud with construction, the spaceport hummed with energy. Makir’s forehead beaded with sweat, and his fingers fumbled over the buttons of his coat. I guided him, my palm resting above his tail, toward the first security clearance, and he flung his jacket to the ground. Sheltered from the wind but by no means warm, I bent down and folded it over one arm.

A Tig worked the detector. The long hairs on the tawny ears topping her head flew around under the enormous overhead fan. She efficiently scanned Tunt and Wen’s ident cards.

“Makir, back so soon.” She smiled as Makir raised his wristport to her, the ident card embedded.

He dropped the gift in his arm that Ginger had passed him at the last minute. “Sisip’s sister, right?” His voice wavered as he wiped the back of his hand over his sweaty brow.

She nodded. “Please proceed.”

When the gate opened, I lifted my wristport, proceeded through and snapped Makir back to my side. “Everything’ll be fine.” I plucked the package from his hand before it unraveled from his fidgeting.

The back of his neck was slick when I placed my palm there. “Are you okay?”

“Not now, not now…” Makir clutched his stomach and shuddered. “Oh, bless the goddess Sola. I can’t think.” His tail fluttered behind him like a kite string full of ribbons.

“Finally.” Tunt stamped his boots. “We can leave this frozen wasteland.”

We wove through the private departure bay, and I barely had time to appreciate the liquid metal encased in the walls. The copper and aqua swirls repelled each other. That would make a fantastic floor.

Makir was leaning into me so hard I practically carried him. A small, dark shuttle emblazoned with a giant beast on the side came into view. Relief flooded me when there appeared to be no other crew besides Tunt and Wen. Makir was a wreck, and the fewer people around, the better. I needed to get his nerves settled.

The shuttle door closed, and Makir shuddered as he leaned more of his weight into me. He unzipped his jumpsuit, and I placed my hand to stop his as it reached his belly button, and he rubbed against me like a cat in heat.

Fuck! Why now ?

In the confined space, his fragrant odor overpowered me. My knees grew weak, and our time together in the cave for his first heat returned to me. If my fingers were to dip into the crease between the firm globes of his ass, I guaranteed they would return slippery with his wax.

My muscles bunched and thickened. My shirt almost burst at the seams. The itch from earlier was nothing compared to the colossal need pounding its way free from under my skin. I pawed at Makir’s exposed chest, where his jumpsuit gaped open.

Wen groaned, his nostrils flaring, and his tail stood stiffly upright. “Damn, you smell good, Makir.”

My fingers latched on to Makir’s zipper and dragged it up as he whimpered in my arms. “He’s mine,” I snarled, placing myself between the much taller Lornian and Makir, who I tucked behind me. Makir’s arms clasped me from behind, and his lips nuzzled below my ear.

Wen may have been taller, but with my new alpha pheromones, I’d grown thicker and more muscled than most men on Earth. Even with a gut, I was no pushover. I could hold my own against the elite protector and any other who tried to claim my omega.

This incomplete bond is bullshit. Makir was my mate. He was mine for keeps.

Wen’s nostrils flared as he took in more of Makir’s heady scent as the small cabin filled with his mind-numbing flavor.

My cock stood at full attention, ready for duty.

“What’s the holdup?” Tunt turned from the open cockpit door and assessed the situation. “Blant the goddess Sola.” He stormed toward Wen. “Unmated alphas and blanting useless omegas in heat. They’ll be the death of me. Where’s your blanting mask?” Then, with a strength that shocked me, he dragged Wen into the cockpit, belted him into the seat, turned on the overhead ventilation and sealed the door before returning to us .

“Now listen up, Earthling.” Tunt’s lips curled in a snarl. “We need two of us to fly this shuttle, and an omega in a mating frenzy will not make me late, especially a broken one.” He eyed Makir from head to toe.

“He’s not fucking broken!” My hands turned to fists at my side as Makir undid his jumpsuit zipper once more.

“I can’t stand the feel of it on my skin.” He moaned, grinding his pelvis into my side.

I wanted to wring Tunt’s neck as he snapped the fastening on his cuff together, likely offended that it would dare come undone.

Tunt’s nose wrinkled. “As no unmated alpha of suitable rank is available to service this omega, and the High Regent will certainly not approve of you…”

Makir’s purr sent sparks of desire up my spine while Tunt prattled on.

“I command you to refrain from touching the High Lord.” Tunt brushed invisible lint from his uniform coat. “A suitable alpha will be made available to tend to his needs upon his return to Lorne.”

The fuck he will. “That’s Makir’s choice now, isn’t it?” My control fizzled, nerves snapping, wanting to both pummel this jackass and get Makir naked.

Tunt’s stance grew rigid. “It’s clear alphas from Earth know nothing of what an omega needs.” He spun on his heel, strode to the crew access hatch and engaged it. Wen, now masked, lifted his hands in an apology from his co-pilot seat, clearly having heard the whole exchange.

The doors swished shut along with my ability to reason, and I spun to face Makir like he was the air I needed to breathe. Before I could question what had happened, Makir had unbuckled one of my overall straps and started on the next. He splayed his velvety blue fingers through my hair, nipping my ear, oblivious to Tunt’s commands. My mind grew foggier and foggier by the second.

But one thing remained clear. If another alpha serviced Makir…it would result in their immediate death.

“Fuck, you smell good.” Saliva pooled in my mouth as I unzipped the final stretch of his jumpsuit, and my knees dropped to the plush carpet .

“Up here. Now.” Makir hauled me by the armpits and scrabbled to take off my clothes. After he unclasped the second buckle, my overalls dropped around my ankles. Purring, he led us to the long couch against the cabin’s wall.

The cabin lurched. The far recesses of my brain registered that we must be taking off, and we should probably be strapped down. I wrapped one arm around Makir, and the other grasped a handhold dangling from the ceiling. Makir straddled my waist, his calves hooked behind where my heels jammed into the floor. We were as secure as my preoccupied brain could get while he pulled his erection free from his protective pouch and rubbed his hard length against my shorter, fatter one.

His tongue lashed against mine in desperation. Makir’s mane was dark with sweat around his face, and his hot skin burned my fingertips.

He broke our kiss, his voice a deep purr. “Geo, I’m on fire. I need you.”

Our cocks bumped together, sticky white webs clinging between them as they knocked and kissed each other.

One moment he sighed, “So good.” And in the next, he whimpered, “Not enough, I’m burning up.” His tail lashed against the carpet and rose, snapping like a lion tamer’s whip in the air. “Need you inside.”

Inside? Why didn’t I want to go inside again?

I vaguely recalled that someone had hurt him, and I couldn’t let the same thing happen again.

Makir licked my neck and inhaled deep drafts along my collarbone. My thighs clenched. He shifted to nip and lick the tops of my swollen pectoral muscles. I strained under his needy fingers as they pinched and pulled my nipples, and they stiffened to rocky peaks.

I massaged his velvety ass and grabbed one firm globe, then the other, opening him. The round muscles were like putty in my hands, and slippery wax leaked out. I squeezed the thick base of his tail. His cock tine ground into my soft tummy, painting a trail of pearly fluid over the coarse hairs as he let out the most delicious moan .

“Now, Geo.” He flattened his tongue along my neck. “Inside me now. Everything hurts.” His needy whimper called to me, and the tether flared with urgency. I barely registered his weight as I lifted him with one hand, circled my thick dick around his entrance, and stopped, reason returning.

“No, Makir. I can’t. I won’t hurt you like he did.” I pumped my hand up and down his hot length, determined to relieve him. More waxy slick ran down the inside of his thigh. His tail coiled around my base as if he would drive my dick into him of his own accord.

“I’m in charge here.” I pinched his tail until he released my thick erection.

“I need you, Geo, please. I’m begging you.” He squirmed with desire as I held him above me, just out of reach. “It hurts so bad. Put it in me, please.” He leaned forward, cooing in my ear, and sucked my lower lip into his mouth as if nursing from it. “I promise you won’t hurt me.”

“There are other ways, Makir.” I fisted our erections together, dipping my hand lower to collect his waxy slick and returning with it to create a seamless glide.

“No…” he whined. “The only thing that eases the ache is your seed.” He trembled in my lap, liquid eyes pleading before he squeezed them shut. “Please, Geo, I ache for you.”

My conviction wavered. His distress was so great. “You promise to tell me if I’m hurting—”

“I promise.” He rubbed his torso over mine, heat radiating like a furnace. His eyes flashed open, locking on mine, and he mouthed, It hurts .

“Unh…” I gripped the base of my cock and circled his slick entrance. One push breached the tight ring of his opening, and Makir’s whine rang through the cabin loud and clear—a siren’s song. Keeping him suspended above me with a palm on each cheek, I slowly eased the rest of the way in.

Makir’s clasped my face, and his eyes rolled back as he tried to focus. “It doesn’t hurt, Geo. It feels amazing. Only I need…more.” He forced himself down until my balls slapped his fuzzy cheeks .

He started bouncing, setting a mind-boggling rhythm in and out of his greedy ring, squeezing my fat cock like a vice on each entry. The delirious need to devour him took over, and I swallowed all his needy cries with eager lips. Any reservations had evaporated into thin air.

“Geo, your lock,” he pleaded. “Give me your lock. I need your seed. I’m so hot.” His lavender eyes pierced straight to the essence of me. In all my life, I’d never known a connection like the one I had with Makir. The tether between us zinged, like the elation that takes over when you laugh so hard you start to cry.

My hand released the soft fur of his ass before I ran it up his spine to the nape of his neck and gently squeezed, letting him take control. At once, he swallowed my erection like a starved man. I rubbed and bumped over a rough patch deep inside him, my girth encased in his tight, slick channel.

His back arched—fuck, he’s beautiful—and I memorized the perfect line of his body. I trailed my calloused fingers down his sternum and wrapped them around his long blue penis, joining his tail, already hard at work, slowly milking it. The rough patch he drove my erection against deep inside softened and opened.

I thought I’d imagined this part.

And then I slipped into heaven. My already engorged cockhead expanded inexplicably, swelling until it locked me inside. Inside of my mate.

“My mate,” I growled.

Makir’s undulations stopped, and he grasped my shoulders in a grip so firm it would bruise. He buried his face in my neck, and his reedy whine triggered my release. I sank deeper into the couch, pulling Makir even tighter to me as I released into him over and over, washing his womb with my cum. “Jesus Christ, that’s good.”

We dozed in our post-lust haze, the tether loose and sated between us, the urgency gone. The bond leaped like a child skipping down the sidewalk. Much too soon, my lock released, and a gush of our combined fluids forced my softened cock out .

“Oh, goddess Sola, that’s a mess.” Makir’s head dipped, mortified. “But I feel so much better now.” He kissed me on the cheek, shy and vulnerable.

His smile lit me up inside as if I’d won every prize at a carnival.

“Blant. Are we on my father’s shuttle?” He scanned the shuttle’s cabin and hopped off my lap, and I followed to where he opened a concealed bathroom door and ran a towel under the water. He wiped me down, not making eye contact, rinsed out the towel and then wiped himself clean. “You were supposed to stay on Tern.” He admonished me halfheartedly, then pulled a comb out from a cabinet and quickly unsnarled his mane. His fingers trembled as he attempted a braid.

“Here, let me.” I smoothed my fingers through his long mane. “I’m not about to let you face your parents alone.” The alpha need to protect and control had dulled to a simmer for now, until the next wave of his mating frenzy would take over, but the need to care for him dominated my mind.

I sifted my fingers through his tangle-free locks, massaging his scalp and pulling a deep moan from him. Then I spun him around and bound his soft hair into a tight French braid.

I was thankful for the horrific show Ginger had been contracted to work on. There had been so many elaborate braids required to complement her costumes that I’d learned how to French braid so she didn’t have to panic about it any longer.

I kissed his shoulder, admiring our reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You’re beautiful.”

Makir’s shy eyes dipped away from me.

“Hey now, look at me, Makir,” I rumbled softly.

The ship banked, preparing for descent.

My eyes sought Makir’s. “Shit, how long do we have?”

“Not long enough. It will never be long enough. We must have gone through a worm hole to get through the Reiner System so quickly. We should have had more time.” His frantic hands opened another concealed door, searching for something before he sighed in relief. “Thank you, Bonic.” He kissed his knuckle—a gesture of thanks, I presumed—as he pulled out two formal-looking uniforms and pairs of high boots, passing one to me.

He pressed the stiff maroon fabric to my chest. “Quick, get dressed, and we might make it through this nightmare.”

I was lacing my boots when the shuttle’s landing gear descended.

“Here, let me see.” Makir pulled me to standing, tucked a long swath of fabric around my back and knotted it before he wound a sash around my neck and over my shoulder. He patted my chest and stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Now, aren’t you a handsome sight?”

Makir in his hovic jumpsuit full of grease was adorable, and Makir in a swimsuit was mind-melting, but the Makir that stood before me at this moment was every bit the High Lord Tuniga.

My heart swelled with pride that a man this kind and capable could be mine. He stood taller, more regal. His braided hair threw his cheekbones into sharp relief. The same beast insignia as on the shuttle marked his left shoulder above a long sleeve of badges. Surely they stood for all the outstanding accomplishments he had achieved on Lorne. I vowed to learn the meaning behind every single one of them.

We stood side by side, fingers laced, as the cockpit opened and the shuttle’s exit door unlatched.

Tunt marched by us and engaged the mechanism to lower the ramp. “It reeks of sex in here.” He tapped out a com on his wristport before the door had swooshed all the way open. “You did not heed my warning, human. The regents will hear of this.”

“Do what you need to. I have nothing to hide.” My eyes fixed on Tunt as Makir adjusted the sash crisscrossing my chest and beamed at me.

Wen, more reasonable since he had donned the facemask unmated alphas wore around omegas in heat, bowed to Makir and shook my hand before departing. “Congratulations, Lord Tuniga. I wish you and your mate the best.”

Pheromones poured from me as I tried to ease Makir .

“Stop it.” He swatted at me, purring, “You’re going to trigger my next wave. We need to find a safe place for the next couple of days. My parents will be furious. Geo, please brace yourself.”

“Hey…” I turned him to face me, pulling his lips down to mine and brushing over them. “No matter what happens, remember we can do anything as long as we do it together.” Makir’s lavender eyes sparkled, and the shared certainty of our near-complete union fused our tether into unbreakable steel.