Kazzon's Human Bride: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Tarrkuan Masters Book 3) Read online

  He pushed his boots and socks off before finally removing his pants. He tossed the items to the floor and stood in front of her, naked and unashamed. A smile tugged at his lips when he noticed her staring at the floor, only to shyly peek up at his unclothed body every few moments. Her blush deepened and she fidgeted again, this time with her hands playing along the hem of her shirt.

  “I-I suppose it’s my turn now,” she said, barely a whisper. She drew in a deep breath, as if for strength, then proceeded to take her shirt off. It drifted to the floor in a flutter of fabric.

  Heated longing rose within him. Gods, she was beautiful. Her skin was pale and smooth, though he noticed goosebumps covering her arms. Rosy nipples tipped her full, rounded breasts. She had a slender waist and flat stomach, but her hips flared out nicely. His fingers curled at his sides as he ached to grab ahold of those hips and plunge into the sweetness between her thighs.

  He reached for her, allowing his hands to travel slowly down her arms. She shuddered at his touch but didn’t attempt to retreat. Instead, she leaned her head to the side, allowing him better access when he bent down to trail kisses over her pulse point.

  His thick, hard cock pressed against her stomach as he circled his arms around her, savoring the taste of her flesh. He kissed and licked his way down from her neck and over her shoulder blade, before working his way up to her face.

  A soft, contented sigh left her, and an instant later he finally felt her hands upon his back. His heart leapt. She was touching him of her own accord, and the feel of her fingers trailing up and down his back pulled a growl from his throat.

  He sensed a shift in her mood. Cupping her face, he peered into those lake-blue eyes of hers, searching for any reluctance. She was still nervous, he could tell by the tremors that ran through her limbs, but a spark of heat ignited in her gaze as she stared back at him.

  When her lips parted and an expectant look entered her eyes, he didn’t hesitate. He grasped her face harder and kissed her, brushing his lips softly against hers in a moment suspended in time. A shuddering breath escaped her, and she started responding to his kiss, her movements tentative at first until gradually her tongue caressed his.

  He fought the urge to carry her to the bed and ravage her. Not yet. He didn’t want to scare her. He longed to build trust with this small human female who now belonged to him. So, instead, he forced a calming breath in and out of his nose, his lips still pressed firmly to hers, his tongue sweeping through her mouth and tangling with hers.

  A needy whimper left her on a rapid exhale and her hands continued roving up and down his back. With great reluctance, he broke the kiss, but only because he needed to look into her eyes once more, needed to see that flare of passion he’d glimpsed but moments ago. He wasn’t disappointed. She peered at him through eyes darkened with lust, though he still noted a glimmer of worry in those blue depths, as if she were at odds with herself.

  With a sudden growl, he swept her up into his arms. He wanted her on the bed now, panting and writhing as her need soared, her thighs parted wide as he held her down and tasted her honeyed arousal. He carried her to the bed and placed her down atop the covers.

  Mine, he thought. You’re mine, little human.

  He hovered over her on the bed and kissed his way down her luscious body. Dizziness assailed him as all the blood in his body rushed to his ever-hardening cock, but he didn’t pause in his ministrations as he placed kisses upon her bosom. She arched into his mouth when he latched onto a nipple.

  So fluxxing sweet. Like a ripened berry from a leilall bush.

  She moaned and shifted beneath him, parting her legs in invitation. He reached between her thighs and slipped two fingers through her gathering wetness. She gyrated upon his hand and whimpered, a needy sound that caught in her throat.

  He continued down her body, kissing and licking, sometimes dragging his sharp teeth along her flesh, until he reached her stomach. The scent of her femininity drove him wild, tearing growls from his throat as he sought out her clit, that swollen bundle of nerves hidden within her slick folds. There. He zoned in on the hardened bud, swirling a digit over it as she gasped for breath.

  “Kazzon,” she whimpered, and he realized it was the first time she’d ever addressed him by name. But as a Tarrkuan bride, it wasn’t appropriate for her to call him that and she ought to already know better. Nevertheless, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps her Tarrkuan teacher in New Leesburg hadn’t impressed upon her the fact that nearly all Tarrkuan males required their brides, fully human or otherwise, to call them Xerr. Master, in her tongue.

  “No,” he said, peering up at her. “You will address me as Xerr, Caylee.”

  Her eyes widened. “All-all the time?”

  He pinched her clit, causing her hips to rise up. “Yes. You ought to know that it’s unusual for a Tarrkuan bride to address her mate by his name. I will forgive you this once, but if it happens again, you’ll feel my punishing hand on your bottom. Do you understand, little human?”

  She flushed and nodded. “Yes, Xerr. I-I understand.”

  “Good. Now, keep your thighs parted wide. Your scent has been driving me mad and I cannot wait a moment longer. I must taste you now.”

  Chapter 13

  Caylee watched as Kazzon dipped his head between her thighs. She lurched upward and cried out when he trailed his tongue along her folds. Pure sensation traveled through her body, jolts of ecstasy that stole her breath. She hadn’t expected him to do more than claim her—and she’d imagined he would do so quickly, rather than draw it out like this.

  Who knew Tarrkuans liked this sort of foreplay?

  These thoughts soon drifted to the back of her mind and she surrendered herself to the delicious sensations spiraling throughout her body. Oh God. She could scarcely catch her breath. Kazzon tormented her with slow, sensual swipes of his tongue, licking her folds but not quite touching her clit. With a whimper, she lifted her hips, willing him to pay attention to her throbbing nubbin.

  Never in her life had she experienced such sweeping arousal.

  Well, if she were being honest, she’d never experienced such excitement until she’d met Kazzon. There was something about the huge, strict Tarrkuan male that both incited her desires and stripped her defenses.

  She was helpless against the urges fluttering through her, desperate for him to assuage the building ache inside her. She ought to fight him, push him away and demand he set her free. Yet she couldn’t will herself to utter a single protest. And instead of pushing him away, she ran her hands through his short dark locks and arched her quivering center against his face, beckoning him to continue.

  A moan vibrated in her chest. Her breasts ached, a swelling heaviness to them, and her nipples tingled, hardening to peaks so stiff they almost burned. Feverish waves of heat swept over her repeatedly. When Kazzon finally brushed his tongue around her pulsing clit, she jerked upon the bed and cried out.

  Blinding pleasure consumed her. She gasped for breath as he circled her nubbin with the perfect amount of pressure. He placed two fingers at her aching entrance and started pushing inside. She felt very full and teetered closer to something, to some sweet oblivion that promised more, a strange elusive finality. If he only kept tending to her clit for a second or two longer…

  White hot pleasure exploded, and she undulated against his mouth, dragging her nails over his scalp and holding him close as she shattered to pieces. She surrendered to the delicious sensations rushing through her, and when the final pulsating remnant of euphoria faded, she floated in the calm weightlessness of mind-numbing contentment.

  Vaguely, she became aware of a huge warm body curled up next to her. Her eyes fluttered open—when had she closed them?—and she peered at Kazzon. Heat suddenly seared her cheeks, the first inkling of embarrassment.

  What had she done?

  She tried to turn over, but he reached for her and gathered her close to his chest. She had no choice but to rest in his big mus
cular arms and listen to the steady beating of his heart. Rough skin scraped her cheek as she shifted in his embrace.

  Everything about Kazzon was rough and hard and intimidating.

  And yet she’d lost all control, coming apart as he lapped at her clit and shoved his fingers into her pussy. She had surrendered to a Tarrkuan, even though she’d once hoped to escape this fate.

  He stroked her hair, drawing his fingers gently through her locks. His masculine scent surrounded her, an enticing pine woodsy scent that made her want to nestle closer to him and breathe long and deep. She followed her instincts, unable to resist. God, she couldn’t get enough of him, this stranger who still made her very, very nervous.

  Her life was about to change forever. She would leave Earth soon, bid goodbye to her family and friends—well, she hoped he still allowed her to say her farewells—never to see New Leesburg or its inhabitants again. But his next words took her by complete surprise and helped chase away her present worries.

  “I am not sure you are aware, but my duties as ambassador bring me to Earth at least once a year,” he said, now drawing lazy circles over her back, his touch eliciting goosebumps and little shivers. “If you would like, you may accompany me on my trips to Earth, and, as long as time permits, you can visit your parents and brother.”

  Her heart thudded to a stop. She lifted her head and looked at him, hope brimming in her chest. “Are you serious?” She searched his black eyes for any hint of deception but was stunned to see a glimmer of kindness in his otherworldly gaze.

  He brought her hand to his lips and placed fluttering kisses over her fingers. Warmth spread throughout her, and she shuddered in place as fresh waves of pleasure built in her core.

  “Yes, I am serious.” He regarded her with a curious intensity that stilled her breath. “Would that please you, little human?”

  “More than you could ever know.” Gratitude filled her and she found herself smiling at him. “Thank you, Xerr.”

  “You are most welcome, Caylee. Contrary to what you might have believed, it is not my intention to keep you separated from your family. You will be permitted to speak with them regularly via a video comm—I have one in my home you will be free to use as you wish—and I will be happy to see you reunited with your parents and brother when my duties require a trip to Earth.”

  She held his gaze, unable to look away. The tenderness that shone in his dark eyes was both mesmerizing and touching. “We barely know one another,” she said shyly, “yet you are showing me this kindness. Why?” Given the way she’d treated him initially, she had expected him to be standoffish and perhaps cruel at times. She’d definitely expected him to display indifference when it came to helping her remain in contact with her family. Perhaps her initial impression of Kazzon was wrong.

  He cupped her face in one hand, his dark eyes glittering in the overhead lights that splashed a warm golden hue over the entire room, as well as his naked body. Her pulse quickened and she parted her lips slightly, thinking he meant to kiss her. But instead, he finally answered her question, and his response left her shaken.

  “Your happiness and wellbeing are of the utmost importance to me.”

  “But why?” Why did her contentment matter to him one bit? They were strangers and he’d forced her to marry him. She’d assumed all he cared about was getting her pregnant as many times as possible. Wasn’t that what all Tarrkuan males who claimed human brides wanted? A female to treat as both a broodmare and a servant?

  “Because you are my mate, Caylee.” He drew in a deep breath and his stare intensified. “Because you are my wife.”

  Chapter 14

  Kazzon had never embraced a female before. Not in the same tender way he was currently holding Caylee. He found he liked having her in his arms. He also liked placing soft kisses on her cheeks and stroking his hands through her silken hair. It brought him a warm contentment unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

  He reached down and trailed a hand over her bottom, giving it a squeeze that made her gasp. The slightest markings remained on her flesh, a lingering blush on her otherwise pale cheeks.

  “Are you sore from your spanking, little human?” Another squeeze.

  She ducked her head down, avoiding his gaze. “Um, only a little.” She attempted to roll away, so he could no longer reach her bottom, but he prevented the movement.

  He caressed her backside and allowed his fingers to travel near her crevice. Her breaths became unsteady and she squirmed. A pungent but sweet aroma reached his nostrils. He inhaled deep and a growl resounded in his chest.

  He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Are you becoming achy between your thighs again?” he asked.

  A violent shake of her head followed. “No, Xerr. I am not.” Shame laced her hastily delivered response, and a dark mist soon floated around her face.

  “You little liar,” he said, suddenly turning her onto her stomach. Keeping a firm hand pressed to her lower back, he held her down when she struggled. With his free hand, he rubbed his flattened palm over her pinkened bottom cheeks, then delivered a very light smack. “I ought to punish you for lying, Caylee.”

  “I-I’m not lying! Please, please don’t spank me again.” She wiggled around as more black mist materialized around her golden head.

  Normally, it enraged him when someone told him a lie. But he understood her reluctance to admit to her arousal. Or at least he thought he did.

  “Are you embarrassed that you’re becoming so wet right now?” He gave her another light smack and watched, mesmerized, as her cheeks darkened a shade.

  “I’m not becoming wet!” She kept shaking her head and trying to escape him, even as the scent of her arousal heightened in the air. Even as black mist betrayed her lies.

  “Naughty,” he said, striking her cheeks once again, this time with a bit more force. “You ought to know better than to lie to your husband. Especially in the marital bed.”

  Still holding her down on her stomach, he dipped his hand between her thighs and touched her slick folds. His digits glided through her nether lips with ease.

  “You’re soaking wet, little human.”

  She whimpered and pressed her face into the covers, no doubt hiding her shame. His shaft thickened and his balls drew up tight, desire pummeling him with a force that made him go momentarily dizzy. He gave his head a slight shake, clearing the residual dark spots that danced in his vision, and focused on pushing Caylee’s thighs wider apart so he might better stroke her sex.

  “Get up on your knees,” he commanded, an idea coming to him. “And keep your head low.”

  He helped arrange her in the desired position, then pushed down on her back, causing her center to arch upward on display. Her bare pink folds glistened with arousal, and her swollen clit protruded slightly from her lips.

  Most Tarrkuan brides had their body hair removed during the trip to his planet while aboard the Zenallia, though Caylee was already smooth and hairless, despite never having made the trip.

  “When did you have this done?” he asked, trailing a finger through the center of her folds, into her pooling heat.

  “Just after my twentieth birthday,” she said. “I-I didn’t want a Tarrkuan doctor doing it on the Zenallia, so I decided to have it done here, using a female doctor. It was before I knew I would switch places with Julie, of course.”

  He was secretly pleased she’d had her hair removed here on Earth, because the thought of another male glimpsing her nudity, even a trusted Tarrkuan doctor, made him hot with rage. She belonged to him and no other would see her unclothed and vulnerable.

  No other male would touch her for any reason. Ever.

  A sense of possessiveness for the small human female—murderous in its intensity—surged through him.

  He settled himself behind her and grasped her hips. She gasped and clutched at the covers, as if bracing herself. He bit back a dark chuckle at her reaction.

  “You’d better hold on tight,” he said, sliding his hard len
gth through her wetness. Fluxx. Her core was warm and inviting and he thickened further at the thought of driving all the way into her tightness. “Because after I break you in, little human, I intend to pound you hard.”

  A strangled whimper floated up from her and she tightened her hold on the covers. Her knuckles turned white. She stiffened and angled her bottom lower, as if trying to keep him from entering her.

  Smack! Smack! He struck her twice, hard, one sharp slap on each cheek.

  “Are you trying to get away from me, Caylee?” he asked in a scolding tone. “Are you being naughty again so soon?” He made a tsking noise deep in his throat.

  “I-I’m sorry, Xerr,” she said. “It’s just that I’m nervous. I-I’m afraid it will hurt.”

  The tremor in her voice gave him pause. Gods, he didn’t want to hurt her. Not truly. But it would be an exercise in restraint not to claim her roughly. He settled on moving his shaft through her folds several times, coating himself in her essence.

  “As soaking wet as you are,” he said, “I do not believe it will hurt. A pinch of pain, perhaps.” Fluxxing Gods, he hoped he was right. “I’ll be as gentle as I can at first, little human. But make no mistake—once you’ve grown accustomed to my size, I will pound into you.”

  A brief push and his cockhead breached her passage. She panted hard and shuddered. He gripped her reddened cheeks and pulled them wide apart as he sank deeper, giving a slow thrust into her tight womanly core. And she was tight, more so than he’d imagined. Her inner walls constricted around his rigid cock. Blinding waves of ecstasy assailed him.

  “How do you feel, little human?” His voice was a throaty growl.

  She whimpered. “Very full, Xerr. But-but it doesn’t hurt. Not really.” No black mist floated around her head. She was telling the truth and Gods how it pleased him.

  Another push and he was fully seated inside her.