Page 36 of Bound to the Alien Orc (Alien Gambits #1)

Chapter 36

D roilin leads me back to the square, where the feast preparations are well underway. The scent of food wafting through the air, the aroma making my mouth water.

“Hungry?” He asks, and grins, his tusks gleaming in the sunlight.

“Always,” I reply, and he laughs, the sound making my heart race.

“Well, we can’t eat until the feast tonight, but we can check on the preparations. And then, there is a matter I want to discuss with you,” he says, his voice low.

“Sure, we can check out the feast preparations and if you want to give me a hint on that discussion, that would be awesome,” I reply, my stomach clenching.

Droilin’s face is unreadable, his expression serious, and I try not to panic, not wanting to assume the worst.

“You’ll find out soon enough, my little human,” he says, smiling.

I nod, and let him lead me toward the square, the streets humming with activity.

People stop and stare as we pass, and I can’t help but blush under the weight of their gaze.

“Are they staring at you because you’re the High Chieftain now?” I whisper, and Droilin grins.

“That, and I have a beautiful human female beside me, my heart,” he says, and gives my ass a playful squeeze.

I gasp and push him away, his touch setting my body on fire.

“Behave, High Chieftain,” I whisper, my cheeks hot.

He chuckles, and pulls me closer, his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him, the warmth of his body comforting.

We arrive at the square, the sound of laughter and music filling the air, and I can’t help but smile. The feast preparations are well underway, the tables covered in white tablecloths and decorated with flowers and candles.

“Drexan has really outdone himself! I had no idea he was such a party planner,” I say, the sight of the elaborate decorations impressive.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had anything to celebrate,” Droilin says, his voice sad. “But now, things can change for the better.”

“They will, Droilin. The people trust you, and your new leadership,” I say, my voice firm.

He smiles and kisses me, the feel of his lips intoxicating. I sigh, and rest my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat, steady and strong.

“Now, come, let’s see how the food is coming along,” he says, and leads me toward a temporary kitchen tent. The scent of food wafting through the air makes my mouth water.

Droilin opens the flap, and the sound of chopping and the clanging of pots and pans greets us. Drexan and several others are busy prepping food, their hands a blur, and I can’t help but smile.

“Drexan, the preparations look amazing!” Droilin says, and claps his friend on the back.

“Thanks, High Chieftain,” Drexan says, and turns to me, his eyes bright.

“This all looks great. Did you do this all by yourself?” I ask, and he laughs, the sound booming.

“I had some help. But don’t worry, everything will be perfect, and you two will have a chance to relax before the ceremony,” he says, his tone light.

I pick up a piece of meat and pop it delicately into my mouth; the flavors exploding on my tongue.

“Mmm, this is so good,” I say, my voice thick.

Droilin picks up a slice of the meat, and shoves it into his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“You’re right, Drexan, this is amazing,” he says, his voice rough.

Drexan grins and puffs his chest out, his pride obvious.

“Have you two any plans before the feast?” he asks, his voice sly.

I look at Droilin, his eyes dark, and he pulls me close, his arm around my waist.

“I have some plans,” he growls, his voice low, and kisses my neck, the feeling of his lips on my skin making me moan.

“Droilin,” I breathe, and he chuckles, his breath warm against my ear.

“Oh, that’s enough, you’ll spoil the food,” Drexan says, and shakes his head, “Now, get out of here you two, and don’t cause any trouble,” he says, and shoos us away, the gesture making me laugh.

We leave the tent, the noise fading. Droilin leads me down a quiet street. “So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, and he laughs, the sound warming my heart.

“Somewhere where we can be alone, there’s something we need to talk about,” he says, and leads me through the busy square, the sound of music and laughter following us.

“And where is that?” I ask, my stomach tightening.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, and winks.

I follow him, the feeling of his hand in mine calming me. We walk in silence; the streets becoming emptier as we leave the town, and soon, we arrive at the edge of the forest; the trees looming above us.

“Come,” Droilin says, and leads me into the forest, the sounds of the feast fading away.

The air is cool, and I pull my coat around me, the feeling of the fur, soft and warm.

“Are you cold, my heart?” Droilin asks, his voice soft.

“No, I’m fine,” I reply, and look around, the sound of a river, the only noise.

“Good, because we’re almost there,” he says, and grins, his tusks glinting in the light.

We walk deeper into the frosty forest, the trees thick, and soon, we arrive at a clearing, the sound of a waterfall, loud and soothing.

“Wow,” I breathe, and walk towards the pool, the sight taking my breath away.

“This is beautiful,” I say, and turn to him, his eyes shining.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he growls, and pulls me close, his arms wrapped around me.

I melt into him, his warmth and his strength surrounding me.

“You’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, his voice low, and kisses me, the feeling of his lips on mine sending shivers down my spine.

“Droilin,” I breathe, and he grins, his tusks flashing.

“I have wanted to bring you here for a long time,” he says, his voice husky.

“Oh?” I reply, my voice unsteady.

He cups my face, his eyes soft. “You are special to me, Tasha. And I want to make sure you know that,” he whispers, and kisses me, his lips soft.

I moan, and deepen the kiss, the feeling of his mouth on mine intoxicating.

His throat rumbles with need as he runs his hands through my hair, his fingers tugging the strands.

“I love you, my little human. Before the Rite I marked you because I didn’t know if I would return and my mating instinct was strong. You are mine and I am yours, always,” he whispers, his eyes dark.

“And I love you too, Droilin. Now and always!”

He growls and kisses me again, his tongue swirling around mine.

“Tasha, this where I should have claimed you here as I marked you in the ancient Morcrestian way.” he groans, and nuzzles my neck, his breath hot on my skin.

“Yes, Droilin, mark again me however you want, I’m yours, always yours,” I beg, and wrap my legs around him, the feeling of his cock, hard and aching for me, driving me wild.

“Mine,” he growls, taking off his cloak as he lowers me to the ground, his hands exploring my body.

I sigh with longing, and arch into him, the feel of his touch intoxicating.

He rips off my clothes, the sound of the fabric tearing exciting me even more.

He snarls, and moves lower, his lips kissing every inch of my body, the sensation making me cry out.

“More,” I pant, and he chuckles, his tusks grazing my skin.

He swirls his tongue around my nipple, the feel of his lips making me groan with need. The cold air nips at my exposed flesh, the contrast inciting me to writhe.

“Droilin, don’t tease,” I plead, and he chuckles, the sound making my body burn.

“Not teasing, my Tasha, just savoring the moment,” he murmurs, and kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine.

“Please,” I beg, and he moves his hand lower, his fingers skimming my thighs.

“Tasha, you are perfect,” he breathes, and slips his fingers into my folds. The feeling of his touch sends ripples of heat cascading through my body.

I gasp as I move against him, the fullness of his fingers driving me crazy.

He moves lower, his tongue tracing patterns on my inner thighs, before finding my core, the sensation making me gasp.

His tongue moves against me, his tusks rubbing my thighs, the feeling intense.

I whimper and grab his head, his white hair silky between my fingers, and buck my hips, his tongue sending shivers down my spine.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, and buck my hips, his fingers moving faster.

“That’s it, my Tasha, come for me,” he grunts, and leans down, his tongue licking my folds, the feeling of his mouth on me, sending me over the edge.

I come and scream his name, his fingers pushing me over the edge. My body trembles, and I gasp for air, the intensity overwhelming.

Droilin looks up, his eyes dark, and kisses me, his tongue swirling around mine, the taste of me on his lips, driving me wild.

He pulls back, his breathing ragged, and kisses my neck, the feeling of his lips soothing.

“I’m going to mark you again, my mate. And then, you’re going to take my cock, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name for all the clans to hear as my seed drips from your core.”

I moaned, the idea making me even wetter. “Do it, mark me, Droilin, I need you.”

He roars, and moves his head, his tusks resting against my neck. He bites down, his teeth sinking into my skin. The sensation is intense, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead, it makes me feel alive. As he breaks my skin, I feel his mark branding me as his, and only his.

I mew, and arch into him, the feel of his tusks, sharp and dangerous, heightening every sensation across my body. It’s as though I’m on fire and no Morcrest frost can quench my heat.

“Yes,” he rumbles, and licks the bite mark, his tongue gentle. “You’re mine, my little human, and I’m going to mark you, again and again, until the whole of Orion knows that you are mine.”

“Yes, Droilin, I’m yours,” I breathe, and he grins, his tusks flashing.

He takes a step back and unbuttons his pants. The sight of his cock, hard and leaking, making my mouth water.

I stroke his length, and I can’t help but stare, the feel of his skin warm and smooth beneath my fingers.

He growls and pulls my hand away, his grip firm.

“I want to touch you,” I breathe, and he grunts as I touch the head of his cock, the sound vibrating through my chest.

I stroke his length, the feeling of his skin hot and smooth. He growls, the sound rumbling in his chest, and I move faster, his member throbbing in my hand. I touch his spur at the base of his cock, and he bellows, the sound vibrating through me, his body tense.

“Fuck, Tasha, that feels so good,” he moans, and grabs my hand, his grip firm. “But I’m not going to come yet, not until I fill your womb with my strong morcestian seed.”

I whimper. The idea of having Droilin’s baby a turn on, I never expected. I move closer, my body aching for him, the feeling of his skin, hot against mine, intoxicating.

He pants, and moves his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my core, the feeling of his touch, driving me wild. He rubs his thumb against my clit; the sensation causes me to shudder.

“Fuck, Droilin, I need you,” I gasp, and he snarls, the sound low and deep, his eyes burning. I love him taking charge and claiming me like this.

He grabs my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, and lifts me, his hands firm, and positions me above his cock. He eases himself inside me, his dick thick and hard, filling me.

I gasp, consumed by his passion. I cling to him as he thrusts, his movements slow and deliberate as they drive me wild. I huff as I move against him, his cock hard and deep.

“You like that, Tasha?” He growls and thrusts deeper into me.

“Yes,” I pant, and grab his tusks, the feel of his ridges, rough and stiff, making me crave him even more. He thrusts harder, his pace quickening, and I move with him. It’s intoxicating.

He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, his breath warm and heavy against my ear, and I don’t want him to stop.

Droilin bellows, and I lean back, his throbbing erection hitting me at a new angle, the sensation sending me over the edge. I scream. The feeling is so intense.

“Oh, fuck, Droilin,” I pant, my body shaking as I ride his wave.

“That’s it, come for me,” he growls, and I moan, the sound rumbling in my chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream, and he roars, the sound deep and guttural, and comes, his release hot and sticky, filling me.

He groans and holds me close, his girth throbbing, the sensation consuming me. I pant and cling to him, the feeling of his skin blistering against mine, overwhelming.

He eases me down, his cock still hard, and looks at me, his eyes dark.

“You’re mine, Tasha,” he growls, his voice rough, and kisses me, the feel of his lips, soft and warm, sending shivers down my spine.

I smile, the sensation of his mark, warm and raw, making me feel safe, and I lean into him, enjoying his body against mine.

“Yours,” I breathe, and he kisses me, the feeling exhilarating.

“Yes,” he grunts, and licks the bite mark, his tongue gentle.

We lie together, the water lapping at our feet, and watch as the twin suns set, the sky turning dark lavender.

By the time we make it back to the feast, my cheeks are rosy and my body is aching.

“We should have stayed in the clearing for another hour or two,” I tease, my hand on his arm, his bicep hard.

“I would have if it weren’t for the fact everyone is expecting us to lead the feast,” Droilin says, and kisses my forehead, his lips soft.

“Are you nervous about the ceremony?” I ask, the idea of him becoming High Chieftain making my stomach flutter with nerves.

Droilin smiles, his tusks gleaming. “No, Tasha, I’m not nervous. I have you by my side.”

I grin and squeeze his hand, the feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine, comforted.

“Always,” I promise, and he beams, his tusks flashing.

The crowd parts as we approach, the sound of their voices loud and eager, the energy making my skin tingle.

“For the clans! For Morcrest!” They chant.

Droilin leads me through the square, the streets filled with people, and soon, we arrive at the center, the tables set and the food ready.

Yalrog and Keklor are waiting at a podium. The sight of them, casual and carefree, makes my stomach relax.

“High Chieftain, we are ready to begin,” Keklor says, his voice deep.

“Good, let’s do this,” Droilin replies, and squeezes my hand, the feel of his fingers warm and strong, comforting.

We walk towards the podium, the crowd parting, and climb the steps, the sight of them, their faces solemn and expectant, filling me with a sense of purpose. Morcrestians from every clan, all gathered to witness this historic moment.

In the crowd I see Suzor waving and Nan smiling as she fidgets with her scarf. Even Throk nods when he catches my eye, his face serious. At the back of the crowd, Officer McCoy gives a slight wave, which I return.

“For the clans! For Morcrest!” The crowd chants, their voices loud and clear, the sound reverberating through the town center.

As Droilin reaches the top of the podium, a hush falls over the assembly. His gaze finds mine, and the love and gratitude I see there takes my breath away.

Yalrog steps forward, his voice ringing out clear and strong. “People of Morcrest,” he begins, “we come together today to honor a warrior, a leader, a loyal son of our world. Droilin, of Clan Frosthok, has proven himself worthy of the highest title we can bestow.”

A cheer goes up from the crowd, a roar of agreement and celebration. I feel tears prick my eyes, my heart near to bursting with the swell of pride.

Keklor takes up the thread, his aged voice cracking with the weight of his words. “By the power vested in us by the ancestors, by the will of the clans, we name Droilin High Chieftain of Morcrest, leader of our united people.”

He places a hand on Droilin’s shoulder, a gesture of respect and brotherhood. “May your reign be long and prosperous, guided by wisdom and compassion. May you lead us into a bright future, one of peace and plenty for all Morcrestians.”

Droilin bows his head, accepting the mantle of leadership with humility and grace. When he looks up, his eyes are shining with unshed tears.

“My brothers and sisters,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, “I am honored and humbled by the trust you have placed in me. I vow to serve you, to lead you, with every breath in my body.”

He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. “We have faced dark times, times of strife and suffering. But together, we have emerged stronger. United. And together, we will build a Morcrest that our children, and our children’s children, will be proud to call home.”

A cheer goes up, a thunderous applause that seems to shake the very ground beneath our feet. I join in, my hands stinging from the force of my clapping, my voice hoarse from the shouting.

Droilin raises a hand, and a respectful silence falls. “Let this day be remembered,” he declares, “not as the day a new High Chieftain was crowned, but as the day Morcrest was reborn. Let the feast begin!”

With that, the crowd surges forward, eager to offer their congratulations, their blessings. I watch, my heart full to bursting, as Droilin is embraced by his people, as laughter and joy fill the air.

The sound of drums fills the air, and the feast begins. I watch as the people of Frosthok fill their plates, their voices loud and their faces filled with joy.

“That was incredible,” I say, and kiss him, the taste of him, sweet and strong.

“Thank you, my Tasha. But the work has only just begun. I have a lot of changes to implement if I’m going to lead my clan well. And I can’t do it without you, Tasha,” he says, his voice low.

As the festivities kick into high gear, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Officer McCoy greets me as I turn around. She’s dressed in her crisp Planetary Police uniform, her auburn hair pulled back in a neat bun. But there’s a softness to her expression, a warmth in her eyes that I’ve never seen before.

Her voice carrying over the din of the celebration. “Congratulations. To both of you.”

I smile, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you, Officer. For everything. We couldn’t have done this without you.”

She returns the embrace, then steps back, her gaze flickering to Droilin. “You’ve got quite the male there,” she says, a wistful note in her voice. “Hold on to him.”

I glance at Droilin, my heart swelling with love and pride. “I plan to,” I assure her. “But what about you?”

McCoy’s expression turns serious. “I wanted to offer my congratulations in person. I’m afraid I can’t stay long. We’ve got a new lead on Kyor’s smuggling ring. It seems they’ve appointed a new leader in the wake of his arrest.”

A shiver runs through my core at the mention of Kyor, memories of his betrayal still raw. “Do you think they’ll come after Morcrest again?”

McCoy shakes her head. “Not if I have anything to say about it. We’ll root them out, dismantle the entire operation. Kyor will face justice for his crimes.”

Relief washes over me, the knot of tension in my chest easing. “Thank you, Officer McCoy. Truly.”

She smiles, but there’s a touch of melancholy to it. Her eyes drift to Droilin once more, and I see a flicker of something in their depths. “You’re a lucky woman, Tasha,” she says softly. “To have found a love like that, a partnership... it’s a rare thing.”

I reach out, squeezing her hand. “You’ll find it too,” I assure her. “It’ll happen when you least expect it.”

Officer McCoy laughs, the sound bright and genuine. “I’ll take your word for it,” she says. “But for now, I’ve got a job to do. Speaking of which...”

She turns, beckoning to someone in the crowd. A moment later, a familiar figure emerges, his wrists bound in heavy cuffs. Claws. He looks smaller somehow, diminished without his weapons and his cruelty.

“Look what the balrig dragged in,” McCoy says, her tone hardening. “Korg, here is coming with me. He’s got a lot to answer for, and I intend to make sure he does.”

I shudder, memories of Claws’ leering face, his harsh grip washing over me. But as I look at him now, defeated and powerless, I feel a sense of closure, of justice served. He can’t hurt me, or anyone else, ever again.

“Good riddance,” I mutter, and McCoy nods in agreement.

“I should get going,” she says, checking her chronometer. “The transport leaves in an hour, and I’ve got a lot of paperwork to fill out.”

I pull her in for another hug, pouring all my gratitude, all my affection, into the embrace. “Stay safe out there,” I murmur. “And don’t be a stranger, okay? You’re always welcome here on Morcrest.”

McCoy returns the hug fiercely, and I swear I feel a tremble in her strong frame. “Count on it,” she whispers.

With a last nod to Droilin, Officer McCoy turns and strides away, Claws stumbling along behind her. I watch until they disappear into the crowd.

It’s really over.

The past, with all its pain and fear, is finally behind us. And ahead lies a future bright with promise, with love and hope and endless possibility.

I feel Droilin’s arm slide around my waist, his solid presence grounding me. I lean into him, my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder.

“Are you alright, my heart?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I nod, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. “I’m more than alright,” I assure him. “I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. With you, with our people. Building a future together.”

He turns me in his arms, his dark eyes shining with adoration. “I love you, Tasha Williams. My heart, my mate, my everything.”

“And I love you, Droilin. Always.”