Page 22 of Charmed by the Alien Warrior (Spirit Mates of the Laediriian Exiles #2)

Mara

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The question bursts out, breaking the heavy silence between us.

We’ve spent the last few hours dealing with the aftermath of the fight. Sorrin and I both had injuries that needed tending to, and thankfully, the medics from some of the Laediriian tribes have worked together to keep the Ancestors’ Ship well-stocked with basic first aid supplies for any injured warriors. Or in my case, an injured human.

But now, hours later, it feels strange to sit here, safe and warm, after all the danger we faced today.

After we finished patching ourselves up, Sorrin got to work dragging the bodies of our attackers out to the hills. He said they deserved no less than to be left for the wild predators to devour, that it was a traitor’s fate, and I agreed with him. Let them rot for all I care. They earned it.

Neither of us felt like traveling after the morning we had, but we didn’t want to hang around the ship for too long. So, once the bodies were removed and our injuries tended to, we set out and managed to make it to a cave a good distance away before the sun set.

And now, Sorrin stands nearby, his aqua skin gilded by the flames of the fire that lights up the darkened cave. There’s a shadow in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, and I can feel a knot of anxious energy in my chest that I don’t think is coming from me.

“Tell you what?” His voice is low and cautious, and I almost smile. This big, strong warrior who battles dinosaurs and bigfoot and traitors without flinching is scared. Of me.

“That we’re amoris mates.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and though it seems impossible, his shoulders grow even more rigid. For what feels like an eternity, he doesn’t move. Then, finally, he exhales, the sound heavy with resignation, and lowers himself to sit beside me near the fire.

“How could I? You were taken from your home against your will. You’ve been through so much already, had so many decisions ripped out of your hands.” He stares into the fire almost as if he’s scared to meet my gaze. His voice drops even lower, raw and almost vulnerable, when he continues, “I didn’t want to burden you with this, too. I didn’t want you to feel trapped, like you had no choice. Once the amoris bond is accepted by both mates, it’s strong. There’s no undoing it.”

There’s a beat of silence, and the weight of his words hangs between us. It feels like we’re standing on a precipice and the next thing that happens could lead to heartbreak or bliss.

“Your life is your own, Mara. Yours to live as you choose. But know this…” His gaze lifts to meet mine, and the intensity in his eyes steals my breath. “Whether you accept it or not, both of my hearts beat for you. And they always will.”

The flecks of gold in his eyes have expanded and drowned out the gray until his eyes are pools of molten gold. His jaw is clenched tightly, and he looks fierce and unwavering, just like the warrior he is. Only, now, he’s a warrior battling for me.

The tingling warmth that I’ve tried to ignore blooms in my chest, stronger and deeper this time. It surges through my bloodstream with each beat of my heart. There’s an undeniable connection between us—a tether that binds us together in a way that I can’t explain. It’s a connection I’m tired of resisting.

My mind whispers that I should guard myself just like I always have. That it’s safer to stay behind the walls I’ve spent so long building up. But one glance at Sorrin and those walls crumble to dust. I know, with a certainty that shakes me, that there’s no going back.

Because the truth is, I don’t want to.

I may not have wanted to acknowledge it before, but now, it’s so obvious I can’t deny it any longer. I’ve fallen in love with him.

And not just with Sorrin the warrior or the alien, but with the man beneath it all. His strength, his tenderness, his loyalty, his goofy smile and his terrible jokes that make me laugh despite how hard I try not to.

I want him. I want Sorrin with a certainty that is rooted deeper inside me than the fear that used to cripple me. I want this bond, this pull that is between us, more than I could have ever imagined. I want to protect his hearts as fiercely as he protects mine.

I want to be his amoris.

Gently reaching out, I place my hand against his chest, and I feel the strong, reassuring beat of both of his hearts beneath my touch. And in this moment, the choice is as clear as it is simple.

“I choose you, Sorrin,” I murmur. “I choose to live my life right beside you. I love you.”

The grin that breaks over his face is sudden and unrestrained, and it steals my breath away. His eyes shine with joy and fierce adoration as he leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that quickly deepens. Sorrin’s tongue swoops in plundering my mouth and igniting a bonfire of desire that feels like it could burn us both to ash.

Between each press of his lips, he murmurs, “I love you.” Over and over, like a chant, each time more insistent, as if he’s trying to etch the words into my soul.

His words weave through my heart, drawing us closer, until I feel like there’s no beginning or end to where he and I exist. The world fades away until there is nothing but this. Just the two of us in this cave.

Sorrin’s arms wrap around me, pulling me close until I’m straddling him. I can feel the hard length of his erection against my stomach, and I moan into his mouth as I feel the slickness of arousal pooling between my thighs.

He wrenches his mouth away from mine with a groan, his breath coming in hard pants as his lips trail over my jaw and down my neck. The tips of his fangs coast along my skin, sending a shiver through me.

Sorrin’s rough hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the dip of my waist, and the swell of my breasts before they ghost over the hard beads of my nipples. Each touch leaves a trail of heat behind, and I arch against him, desperate for more.

“Sorrin, I need you,” I whisper, my voice ragged with the need that is shooting through my veins.

I don’t have to ask twice.

The next thing I know I’m flat on my back and Sorrin’s hands are at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one smooth motion. He must have paid attention because in no time, he has my bra and jeans off and I’m left wearing nothing but loincloth panties.

His eyes blaze with hunger as they rake over me. The heat of his gaze is almost like a physical touch as it moves over my body, sending tendrils of desire shooting through me and leaving my skin feeling like it’s on fire. I clench my legs together, trying to ease the ache at my core, but it’s no use. I need him. I need Sorrin filling me up with his cock and pounding into me.

He leans over me, his nostrils flaring wide as he takes a deep breath before he grips my ankles. His hands slowly slide up my legs, as if he has all the time in the world.

I whimper in frustration at his slow pace, my hips lifting off the ground. Sorrin’s grin is teasing, and I suspect he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

He continues his slow torture as his hands slide up my thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin. My panties are soaked, and I can feel my arousal dripping down to coat my inner thighs.

“Look at you,” he growls. “So wet for me, my amoris. You smell sarding delicious.” He takes a deep breath and I watch as his nostrils flare wide, his eyes sliding closed on a groan as if he’s savoring my scent. Just that sight alone nearly makes me come.

Holy shit. He really can smell me.

That thought should make me embarrassed, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I don’t know how much longer I can hold on if he doesn’t touch me exactly where I need to be touched.

Finally, his hands reach the apex of my thighs, and he quickly tugs at the ties of my underwear. In the blink of an eye, he takes them off and tosses them over his shoulder. I’m completely exposed to him now, and I can feel the cool air of the cave against my heated flesh.

Sorrin’s gaze is locked onto my pussy, and the hunger in his eyes is enough to make me squirm. “You’re so beautiful. I need to taste you.” His voice is a ragged growl that shoots straight to my clit.

He nearly dives onto my pussy, his mouth latching onto my clit before I can even take a breath. It’s clear he’s through with teasing and slow seduction, and so am I.

I cry out as pleasurable zings course through me starting at my clit and moving straight to my chest and the ball of fire that is growing with each beat of my heart. Sorrin sucks my clit between his lips, his tongue swirling against it. He groans against me, and the vibrations against my sensitive flesh only serve to drive me higher.

My orgasm quickly builds up, coiling tight like a rubber band ready to snap, and it doesn’t take long before it breaks over me and I explode into a million tiny pieces. Reaching down, I tunnel my fingers through his silky hair, tugging him against me as my hips jerk uncontrollably against his face as I ride out the pleasure coursing through me.

Sorrin releases a rumbling groan as his tongue moves down and plunges deep inside me, fucking me with it as my inner walls clench around him. But even though I’m a quivering mess, it’s not enough. I need more. I need his cock inside me. Now.

“Fuck me, Sorrin,” I whimper.

Sorrin growls, a primal sound that sends a fresh wave of arousal through me and I watch as he breathes deeply, his nostrils flaring wide and his eyes rolling into the back of his head before he leans down and drags his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top as if he can’t resist just one more taste of me. He ends by suckling on the throbbing nub of my clit. My whole body spasms and my legs jerk nearly hitting Sorrin in the nose. Luckily, he ducks out of the just in time.

My face burns when he chuckles, his golden eyes twinkling with humor.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” My words come out sharp, laced with a thread of desperation.

“As you wish, my amoris.” With a smile stretched across his face, Sorrin discards his loincloth with one flick of his wrist, revealing his thick, throbbing cock standing at attention.

I whimper at the sight, my pussy clenching in anticipation of being filled by him.

Sorrin positions himself between my legs, his eyes locked onto mine. He wraps his hand around his cock and gives it a slow stroke. I watch, mesmerized, as a large bead of glistening fluid forms at the tip and drops down to land on my pussy.

His eyes flash with something primal before he covers me again and fuses his mouth to mine. This time, our kiss is more desperate and almost like he wants to devour me. His tongue strokes against mine building my arousal up until it feels as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

Sorrin lines up the head of his cock with my entrance, and I can feel the heat rolling off him in waves before he pushes inside. He slides in easily because I’m just that wet for him, and I gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. He’s thick and I can feel every ridge and nub of his cock as he pulls back and thrusts into me again.

“Oh, fuck,” I tear my lips from his and moan as he begins thrusting into me. “You feel so good.”

His face is harsh with desire as we lock gazes. The golden depths of his eyes almost seemed to flicker as if they really are made of fire, and I can’t look away. Everything fades away as he fucks me. There is no cave. There are no enemies or dinosaurs waiting to eat us. There’s just us. Two bodies, two spirits intertwined together.

As the arousal pulsing through me builds higher and higher, the burning in my chest grows. I can feel it as it spreads through my body, starting at my heart and seeping into my veins until it feels as if I’m lit from within by the heat of a raging bonfire. It doesn’t unnerve me this time because I know exactly what it is. It’s the amoris bond.

This burning connection between us is the physical embodiment of the bond between us. And in this moment, I feel Sorrin. I not only feel my pleasure, but his, too. I feel his love and desire and possessiveness as if they’re my own, and it only serves to drive me higher and closer to a fast-approaching orgasm.

And I welcome it. I want him to be imprinted on my body and my soul forever, just like I want to be imprinted on his.

Sorrin pounds into me, the ridges at the base of his cock hitting my clit with each thrust and sending tingles of pleasure through me. It doesn’t take long before my pussy starts to flutter, and then I’m tossed into a maelstrom of sensation as I explode around him.

But then Sorrin is right there with me, and I know I’ll never have to face anything alone again. He’s inside me, and not just physically.

Stars flash in front of my eyes, and I swear I nearly pass out from the sheer pleasure of my orgasm.

Even with the tremors still wracking my body, I can feel a vibrant ball of energy that has settled inside my chest. And I know it’s him. I can feel his happiness radiating through me, his pleasure cresting as he calls out my name before finally, he jerks and I feel the warmth of his release spilling into me.

I think back to the strange sensations I’d noticed before—the fleeting hints of his emotions that were like distant echoes. They’re nothing compared to the radiant, pulsing energy that fills me completely now. Every ounce of his joy and satisfaction courses through me, as if his emotions are my own. He practically glows, his contentment wrapping around us like a cocoon.

Now I understand what he meant about the strength of the bond between spirit mates. The tether between us feels inseverable and stronger than anything I have ever experienced.

Sorrin collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms as we both struggle to catch out breath. The aftershocks of my explosive orgasm leave me trembling and my limbs weak, but I still raise my head just enough to place a kiss on his chest, right on top of where his amoris heart beats for me.

How could I have ever doubted the amoris bond existed?