Mated: A Sci-Fi Alien Invasion Romance (Garrison Earth Book 3) Page 4

  Slow and precise, the tip of her tongue ran from my sack all the way up to the tip, shoving her cream to collect right underneath the rim of my crown. Small hands wrestled with my quickly engorging flesh, and I watched in fascination how her lips clasped around my width, mouth wide to fit me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my feet curling at the sensation. “Take all of me, leska.”

  I grabbed into her curls and pushed her down on me, but I was only a little over halfway in her mouth as she struggled back with a gag.

  “What the fuck,” she snarled. “I’m not a droid, okay? There’s no way any woman with an esophagus is going to make that fit.”

  My jaw ached with the way I clenched it.

  So far, none of this was like anything I’d overheard the other males talk about back at HQ. First, she made me spill my seed too early, then, she acted as if this was nothing but a chore. Which it was, in a way. But did she have to be so obvious about it?

  She waved at my penis and threw herself back onto her back. “At least you’re ready again. We should probably just get this over with, just like you suggested.”

  I let out an annoyed huff, making sure she heard that I wasn’t entirely happy about this either. But my penis was as rock-solid as that breeding contract I had signed, so I climbed between her legs again.

  Before she might do anything stupid, I grabbed my shaft and glanced down, guiding myself to her entrance. If she was wet with need, I couldn’t even have said, because she was still drenched in my semen from the earlier release.

  Short, precise thrusts parted her canal, and I held my breath as I entered her mating cleft. Unlike a pleasure droid, Rosie struggled to stretch for me, putting pressure onto my already sensitive cock that was right at the edge between indescribable bliss and pain.

  Rosie whimpered underneath me, and yet she lifted her pelvis and let it roll toward me while she tortured her upper lip. Fuck, did I want to kiss it.

  We found a common rhythm, and I worked myself inside her sex until my sack slapped against her semen-covered buttocks. She strained her neck, pursed lips reaching toward mine, but that was a line I refused to cross. Sex was sex. A kiss, however, was sincere affection, and I would never allow myself that.

  “You feel so fucking good, Balgiz.”

  By the heat of Heliar, my testicles tightened once more even though I had barely penetrated her. Was it the way she said my name? The fact that she remembered my name whereas my anam ghail forgot?

  The way she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me even deeper did something to me. Unleashed that male who didn’t give a shit if he released again now because he would coat her in his seed all night long. Rub it all over her. Mark her as mine.

  No. Not mine. Shit.

  The moment I sensed my peak of pleasure, I stalled all movement, no matter how much her legs tugged.

  “Why are you stopping?” she asked. “Move!”

  “If I move, I will release.”

  “Already?” She threw her head back, her doubtful eyes catching a glimpse of me. “You’ll be fine. Come on. Move!”

  No matter how hard I stalled, braced against it, Rosie simply planted her feet on the bed and thrust her pelvis against me. She rubbed herself on me exactly in the way I would have wanted my female to, searching for connection, thriving for release.

  “I’m so close,” she whimpered.

  Her words sent a rush of blood into my shaft. “Are you going to peak?”

  “Almost.”

  “Yeah?” The moment she sucked in a breath, I couldn’t help but pick up my thrusts again. “Sert, take my seed, leska. Take all of it.”

  I drove into her fast and hard, rutted her until our shared rhythm crumbled to pieces underneath the force. And while I shot my seed deep inside of her, I told myself that she was mine, and would be for eternity. A lie, but one I desperately needed.

  It wasn’t until the jerks receded did I notice how Rosie had gone entirely still underneath me. She held her hands pressed onto her face, a slow shake coming from her head.

  “Did I pain you?”

  “No. You didn’t hurt me.” Came muffled through the gaps of her fingers. “Just… never mind.”

  I pulled out and stared at her, not knowing what to do from here. As much as I wanted to keep her close to my body for a while longer, I had done my duty here for today. I had mated a fleshborn female, and it was special to me, even if the female herself couldn’t be.

  “I gave you pleasure, right?”

  She huffed before she pushed herself up, a strained smile on her face, and her hand patting against my shoulder. “Yeah, big guy, you gave me pleasure.”

  “So, um, should we meet up at the same restaurant tomorrow?”

  She got up with a scoff and grabbed a piece of clothing from a bench at the end of her bed, wiping the remnants of our mating off her body. “Yeah… I don’t think so. How about you just come straight to my place? That would be much more economical for me.”

  Six

  Rosie

  * * *

  “He’s the biggest jerk I’ve ever met,” I said to Izzy, tracing my hand over the clear coding board.

  Files of newly profiled humans and Vetusians expanded at the tap of my finger, and I connected them to the DNA results we’d received from the lab that morning. Behind it, the walking track of the Imperial Programming Department Earth-Two stretched around the rooftop.

  With summer in full swing, I welcomed the breeze blowing around my orange dress. Not to mention the view from the thirtieth floor of this building, with the Statue of Liberty still intact right across the eastern edge of the roof.

  The holograms bounced at each step, and I glanced through the board every now and then to make sure I wouldn’t collide with other workers. Vetusians were big on efficiency but being able to move around freely instead of sitting at a desk all day sure was an improvement.

  “That guy is literally doing this because I’m cheaper than a whore,” I continued. “And I would have been okay with that if he at least would have fucked me like one.”

  The Vetusian scholar beside me turned his head and stared at me wide-eyed, his cheeks soon turning a blotchy red. He picked up speed from there and walked off with his head shaking in disbelief. What a prude bunch.

  On the other side, Izzy hid her snort behind a palm. “What did you expect? Most Vetusians are virgins. I mean, Endal cried after he mated me for the first time.”

  “I didn’t even mind that he was inexperienced. What bothered me was the fact that he blamed me because, dear god, I grabbed his junk. Then he expects me to suck it hard again, only to force it down my throat like a Neanderthal. And once he actually did something that felt nice, he was like wham bam thank you ma’am.”

  My sister remained silent for a moment, her lack of response swelling this pause in the conversation to an uncomfortable degree.

  “Are you still mad at me?” she asked after a while. “I wanted to tell you she’d come too, but… I don’t know. You’re not really open to talking about it.”

  Neither was I open to talking about it now. “It’s fine. I was drunk. I was pissed. Let’s forget about it.”

  “Hey, can you find this guy’s fated one?”

  She handed me the file of a newly mature healer, which distorted slightly the moment she transferred it into my palm. A couple of taps later, I linked him to a young girl in Europe, her hair a cute brown pixie cut.

  My ears clenched at the beep.

  Another couple linked.

  Another stab to my heart.

  I was like cupid, shooting coded arrows at everyone but me because aiming at yourself with a bow was literally impossible.

  “You had to do it with him for six consecutive days, right? Did he improve at all?”

  “Not by much,” I scoffed. “Honestly? I just faked it within the first three minutes so he would finish. At this point, I don’t even want to enjoy it anymore because he’s just so unlikable. On day six, he literally came over right after a raid, asking if he could leave his protective gear on while we did it because it takes him so long to get out of it.”

  Her shoulders pulled upward with a grin, and I quickly swung a playful slap at her through the wall of light streams. “Stop laughing. It’s not funny when you’re the one being fucked while all those tools on his gear slap against your nipples.”

  “Gosh, I feel so sorry for you,” she said. “I mean, I get that this is a contract and all, but he could still have romanced you a bit.”

  “Right? Anyway. They called me in for testing three weeks after the last mating, and I’m not pregnant. Looks like I’ll have to fake it at least another six times from next Friday and on. They gave me a little device that checks my hormones and lets me know exactly when I’m fertile.”

  “Yeah, that’s what they hand out to those couples who don’t want children yet.” She glanced over at me, giving me that poor-Rosie look that seemed so dominant in my life lately. “I’m sorry he’s an ass. With you not having a mate and him being without one, I was hoping it had potential.”

  I ignored the lump forming in my throat and tossed my hair back. “He’s a waste of a nice cock.”

  “Excuse me, females.” Another virgin Vetusian passed us. They were easily recognized by how flustered they got whenever we talked sex. He rubbed his fingers over his overly large brows as if he was a naughty word away from coming in his pants. “I’m trying to work here?”

  I exchanged a questioning look with Izzy, then raised a brow at the worker. “Then stop listening in on conversations that aren’t any of your business and do your work.”

  He stopped petting his brows and raked a hand through his hair instead, deactivating his holograms before he turned on his heel. “I’m going to take a break.”

  Turmoil stalled my next step, like an orchestra of shouts and angry voices, reverberating across the roof whenever the wind swept it up from the streets.

  “Not again,” Izzy said, deactivating her board.

  I did the same and weaved around the programmers following along the track until we reached the invisible force field at the edge of the roof. The low frequency of the barrier hummed, its static making the hairs on my body stand on end the closer I got.

  Below, a mob of humans marched along the main road, their screams driving shivers down my spine. The wind twisted and warped their words into nothing but gibberish, making it impossible to tell what they complained about this time. About the Empire excluding females from the warrior stratum? The way they cramped entire families into habitats with one bedroom? Or perhaps the still lingering wariness of the Gaia link?

  I turned toward the molecular transportation platform at the center. “Let’s get back inside. My shift’s almost over anyway, and I promised mom I’d stop by on my way home.”

  The MTP quickly deposited us at the center of level fifteen, from where we walked back onto our programming floor — a massive office where Vetusians and humans moved about unhindered, our mobile workstations interactive throughout the building. We coded sitting in chairs, resting on loungers, or strolling through nature projections so realistic I smelled the earthy scent after a rainfall.

  “Kerdin’s coming…” Izzy whispered, making us both straighten our backs.

  I fanned out my hands, letting my coding board expand in a sphere of holograms all around me. Precise and animated movements conjured up a new set of profiles, which I quickly assigned to their DNA test results.

  Scholar Kerdin walked up beside me with the kind of professional smile on his face that made it impossible to tell if he was about to promote or fire someone.

  “How are the links coming along?” he asked, staring down at us over the edge of his pointy chin.

  “They’re coming,” I said, to which Izzy quickly agreed with a nod and a uh-huh.

  He let his intertwined fingers hang in front of him, the trumpet sleeves of his green dress falling into perfect wrinkles. “We’re still over two billion behind, so please ensure to keep distractions at a minimum. For yourself, and those workers around you.”

  His probing stare made it clear one of the virgins must have snitched, again, and my legs stiffened underneath me. The only reason why he hadn’t fired me already was that they needed programmers. A well-paid job that I couldn’t afford to lose.

  “I was actually thinking of staying a bit longer today,” I said, forcing a motivated pitch onto my voice. “But I was also hoping we could discuss that request I handed in two weeks ago?”

  Thin lips pressed into a slash before he opened his arm, asking me to follow beside him. “We take the suggestions of our human citizens very seriously.”

  They didn’t, but that wouldn’t keep me from trying.

  Files and codes disappeared from around me, and I followed Kerdin over the white square tiles, which lit up each time our soles pressed down; something about electron exchange.

  “Did the department have a chance to look over my program?” I asked, my fingertips going tingly at the question. “I get it’s not a priority right now, but I strongly believe it would help a lot of people.”

  I clenched my teeth at his huff. “Rosita —”

  “Rosie,” I said, then quickly waved my comment off since Vetusians had no sense of nicknames.

  “The platform you programmed is imposing in its technical execution, but…” That carefully placed pause combined with a deep inhale clenched my stomach. “I’m afraid there’s no budget, among other things. After the scandal of the security breach, we can’t possibly allow you to tie into our databank. Not to mention it would need to be coded into the cosmikin so the entire planet might access it.”

  “I could do that if the Empire would allow me to tie into the cosmikin since they restricted the one at my habitat. And then we just take it from there and connect it to the databank at a later point.”

  A flick of his wrist changed our immediate surroundings into projections of tall grasses, their red flower heads leaning toward the pink waters of a pond. The illusion came with a scent similar to vanilla, but with citrusy traces mixed into it.

  “A dating platform.” Kerdin let his palm stroke over the grass, which flowed and danced at the motion. “The way humans chose their mates is desperately flawed, and not something we would want to encourage.”

  A breath sucked through my narrowing throat. “But not everyone can rely on the Gaia link. I mean, I don’t have the exact numbers, but there have to be several hundred-thousands of Vetusians and humans out there without a match. A platform on the cosmikin would allow them to meet. Date. Form relationships.” When he didn’t react, I added the only thing I figured might catch is attention. “No doubt it would increase the birth-rate of hybrids.”

  “It might also decrease the number of fated bonds, especially since we’re still behind in genetic profiling. Vetusians are desperate to share their lives with females and might be tempted to enter a relationship that isn’t sustainable.”

  I felt myself tense, my steps turning rigid underneath me. “My parents don’t share a link, and they’ve been together for over thirty years.”

  “And yet fifty percent of all marriages failed, and the number is even higher for consecutive ones.” He turned toward me, the sympathy on his face sincere but brief. “I’m aware of your… personal situation.”

  No surprise there.

  Everyone not color-blind or short-sighted spotted my situation from fifty yards away. Toroxian tailors put my ass in those perfect jeans I’d searched for all my life. They tailored me whatever I wanted, as long as it wasn’t gray, black, white, green, or blue.

  “What if we used a disclaimer, asking people only to sign up if their match is either deceased, has an age gap, or refuses to bond?”

  He shot me down with a stern-faced expression and the rise of a single brow, saying, “Like you mentioned, it’s not a priority. And it goes against what we believe in.”

  “That you’re supposed to be with your fated one,” I mumbled, my shoulders dragging toward the ground.

  “Or perhaps that some are fated to be with no one,” he added, his curt nod cutting this conversation short and my heart into slices.

  I struggled my face into something professional and walked back to my sister, breathing away those hot tears collecting behind my eyes.

  Izzy glanced around the large room, then stroked a hand over my hair. “What did he say to you?”

  “I’m not sure,” I sniffed, fanning my eyes, refusing to cry. “That relationships without a link don’t work? I think he also just told me that I’m fated to be alone for the rest of my life.”

  Seven

  Balgiz

  * * *

  Thick and pungent, the smell of raw protein clung to the air at the delivery bay outside the factory. It turned me nauseous, making my stomach clench underneath my nano armor.

  Pertho stood inside the truck and handed out large-caliber weapons to the officers of my team, then gave a nod toward me. “Are you going to do something special with her this weekend?”

  I charged my weapon, waited for the trigger to glow, and clicked it back into my chest holster. “Like what?”

  “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “From what I’ve heard, they opened an entertainment complex over at grid five. With restaurants, stores, stuff like that.”

  “She always wants me to come straight to her place. Said it’s more economical for her that way.”

  “Economical?”

  I leaned with my shoulder against the truck, letting my nail brush through the tangles of my beard. “Yeah, I don’t get it either. She works as a programmer over at the IPD, and those guys really bank ever since they took the Imperial databank offline and deactivated the link automation.”

  Pertho hopped off the truck and let the grit crunch underneath his boots, the rain puddles glistening in the moonlight. “Balgiz, please tell me you’re not letting her pay when you guys go out.”